A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 677 CrossRoad · True Self - I

"This is...fucked up."

Seraphina glowered at the emaciated refugees huddled against crumbling walls, fierce flames of anger burning in her eyes.

Nearby, Ravenna, perched on Ansel's shoulder, murmured, "I told you bringing her here wasn't a good idea."

The scholar sighed, glancing at Seraphina's incredibly gloomy expression.

"Her current temperament seems quite unpredictable for you, Ansel."

Ansel, walking through the ruined city in his Hydral persona, gazed at Seraphina's back and gently shook his head. "That's precisely why I needed to bring her here."

Ravenna paused, looking thoughtful.

"To avoid another encounter with her while you're Faust? Seeing this scene, your stupid pup will likely stay in this area for a while. Makes sense."

Ansel smiled, "I'm simply fulfilling my role as judge and examiner. Seraphina will effectively supervise Suellen and Diana's reconstruction efforts."

Ravenna's eye twitched, "Are you sure she'll properly supervise those two instead of raiding wealthy merchants' and adventurers' food stores to haphazardly distribute, or kidnapping doctors to treat the refugees?"

Perhaps due to her own past obsessive phase, the scholar still held deep prejudices against Seraphina.

The young Hydral shook his head, walking towards higher ground in the city.

"You've forgotten her current mindset? Seri knows she can't handle these things well, so no matter how urgent, she won't directly help the refugees."

Ravenna recalled Seraphina's words - You can keep oppressing them many times, but I only need to catch you once.

She truly didn't understand the correct methods to improve commoners' situations and knew acting recklessly would lead to worse consequences. After her growth, she remained clear-headed.

Unable to manage it herself, she'd let those who understood handle it, and if they didn't do it properly, she'd make them pay.

Simple, forceful, and quite overbearing, but effective in its own way.

Kneeling and crouching on the ground, Suellen maintained that tantalizing to the extreme posture, with only half of her rounded and full buttock cheeks wrapped in her high-cut tight underwear, as well as her snowy and greasy spine in full view, and the pitch-black mass of the Nine-Headed Demonic Serpent that almost filled her back, adding a lot of demonic sensation.

Ansel gazed upon Suellen with a mix of contemplation and mild regret.

While her rise to power was fundamentally aided by enigmatic forces hidden in the endless labyrinths, her ability to captivate Ephesande and endure Evora's hostility demonstrated remarkable skill and... tenacity.

Perhaps anyone related to the Flamefeast bloodline has something wrong with their brains, but to reach such heights and convey such sincerity was no small feat. Many would have long since fallen under the spell of this beguiling iris, laced with subtle venom.

Alas, attempting to gain favor from Ansel through such methods would prove fruitless. Beyond inadvertently reinforcing her own taming progress, it held no meaning whatsoever.

"So... you are trying to convince me."

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Ansel used his scepter to pick up Suellen's chin, "Is your nature this lewd and lowly?"

Her little royal highness, who was famous in the imperial capital for being noble and pure, clear and beautiful, at this moment, directly licked up the end of Ansel's scepter, while her eyes were raised upwards, and her soft and scratchy vision climbed up like silk threads twisting along the cane.

She obliviously and intoxicatedly murmured, "In front of you, Suellen is such a lewd and lowly ..."

Snap.

Ansel snapped his fingers lightly and the tent suddenly brightened.

No, it wasn't the tent that brightened up, but the tent suddenly ... disappeared.

Suellen, who was just now licking his scepter and constantly emitting winks, violently shivered after directly seeing the guards by the side of the tent, she instantly stomped on the ground, subconsciously covered her breasts with both hands, and her ten tender toes wrapped in that semi-transparent white silk pantyhose curled together with force, her face was pale, while her breath sharp

"It's just one-way transparency."

Ansel laughed softly as he flicked his scepter away from Suellen hand protecting her chest, aggression emanating from his sea-blue eyes.

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