A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 744 Redemption and Curse - I

Sodom, a domain city erected in a mere day to combat the dragon calamity, now stands as the most vibrant metropolis in the entire Western Lands, bar none.

— When nearly a tenth of the empire's extraordinary beings become permanent residents of a single city, it inevitably bursts with life and activity.

In the chaotic Western Lands, dragon species perish every moment, be they lesser drakes or purebloods. Vast quantities of materials flood the market, and Sodom provides the perfect nexus for this trade.

Besides Sodom, four other domain cities are scattered throughout the Western Lands. It is precisely these impeccable and timely logistical conditions that draw a ceaseless stream of ambitious extraordinary beings to confront the dragon calamity.

Seated in her wheelchair atop Sodom's highest point, Nine gazed down upon the city. Though not expansive, it surpassed any domain city in the Western Lands's history in terms of prosperity.

She murmured softly, "What a metropolis of desire and sin... Wouldn't you agree, Lord Suellen?"

Beside Nine, a maiden as pure as an iris sighed wistfully, "No one takes this catastrophe to heart; they merely seek to profit from it."

Though Suellen's words echoed Nine's sentiment, her demeanor was one of demure acquiescence, suggesting a nuanced dynamic between the two.

"Approximately twenty percent of the extraordinary beings have begun to withdraw," Nine remarked, her tone unwavering as she rested her cheek on her hand.

"Once they've sold off their final batch of materials, they'll depart the Western Lands without a backward glance."

By then, the second surge of dragons will rend the Western Lands asunder. Even the great Hydral, who has been locked in continuous battle with several ancient dragon species and emerging victorious, cannot be omnipresent throughout the West.

Destruction and slaughter will inevitably descend. The dragon hordes, bearing the madness and hunger of their king, will unleash indiscriminate devastation upon all living creatures in their sight if they fail to find suitable prey, despite their disdain for weak opponents.

The scene that awaits will undoubtedly be one of utmost cruelty and despair. With four Dukes fallen and no more extraordinary beings to stand guard, the common folk of the Western Lands face only the most wretched... demise.

Suellen was uncertain of her value to Ansel.

Upon learning of the death or disappearance of all the empire's Dukes, and confirming Evora's demise, she first experienced an indescribable, almost trembling ecstasy, followed by an endless void of emptiness and panic.

Did the empire still require an emperor? Was there anyone left who could check Hydral's power?

Beyond her identity as a Flamefeast bloodline, what value did she, now utterly dispensable, hold for Ansel? Did the now-indomitable Hydral, who no longer needed to maintain any pretense, truly require a puppet empress?

As Suellen's anxiety grew due to these fears, Nine appeared, promising her an opportunity.

The condition was that Suellen would conspire with Nine, using her current position—still somewhat endorsed by Ansel—to execute an act of utmost insanity.

After a moment of contemplation, Suellen cautiously ventured to ask Nine, "Nine...Lord Nine, regarding Lord Ansel and the power you mentioned, do you truly..."

"What?" Nine tilted her head slightly, her slightly hoarse voice tinged with derision. "You doubt my ability to become Mr.Ansel's pact head, is that it? Isn't it a bit late for regrets, Lord Suellen?"

"No... I'm not questioning your abilities, it's just—"

Suellen's words trailed off, unable to continue.

Indeed, Suellen was worried, for Nine had yet to fulfill the promise she made when she first approached her.

— This madwoman had claimed she would become Hydral's Head of Devouring.

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