A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 353: Miss Puppet's Attempt For Forgiveness - I

Time allotted to fate is dwindling.

On the predestined timeline, Ravenna's moment of becoming a hero, her transformation and elevation, were all erased by Ansel.

Beginning three years ago, with the forceful prolongation of the Tower of Babel's existence using firearms, to the present precarious situation where the Tower stands on the brink of collapse, Ansel ingeniously wrested it from the dangerous clutches of Evora. Elevating it further, he has now secured its position, ensuring a bright and stable future.

Ravenna has lost any possibility of leaving the Tower of Babel.

She will forever be shackled within this lofty tower, her cold, rational willingness to sacrifice everything for her ideals remains uncorrected and perfectly exploitable by Ansel.

Thus far, regardless of fate's adjustments, the overall direction remains under Ansel's control, especially since he holds a trump card laid three years prior. No matter the tempest fate conjures, that card decisively ends the game.

Its only action is to hasten Ravenna's fall into Ansel's favor, using the possibility of Ansel developing feelings for Ravenna to create an unforeseen threat... Although Ansel deems such an event unlikely, he is well aware of fate's power. Should an incident shatter Ravenna's self completely, it wouldn't be surprising.

At this juncture, Ansel's sole task is to learn from the "lesson" embodied by Seraphina.

... He must admit, due to various reasons, there exists in him an emotional deficiency, a latent yearning.

The path of absolute rational thought, as proven by Seraphina, leads nowhere but to self-destruction.

Therefore, emotion is Ansel's only vulnerability and the direction of fate's sharp edge.

Its acceleration of Ravenna's subjugation intends to exploit a certain opportunity to replicate the scenario with Seraphina, perhaps... even more ruthlessly, leaving Ansel no chance to react.

Naturally, as long as Ansel controls his feelings for Ravenna, everything will be secure. T

his task, despite its uncertainties, doesn't seem difficult to Ansel—after all, the gap between Ravenna and Seraphina is vast.

Initially, Seraphina was indeed exceedingly vexing, her utter foolishness and egotism, and even her ability to infuriate beyond Ravenna's capability.

However, in the latter stages of her "taming," as she gravitated towards Ansel and increasingly aligned with him, her pure docility, naivety, and loyalty were something Ravenna could never achieve.

Ansel wasn't swayed at the last moment; his feelings began to waver during his time with Seraphina.

"If necessary," Ravenna repeated.

Ansel laughed softly, patting his thigh but said nothing.

The petite scholar understood completely; she lowered her head silently, stood up, turned around, and sat on Ansel's lap.

After a moment's hesitation, she closed her eyes, took a deep breath, shifted her body back, pressing her waist and hips against him, her back snug against Ansel's chest.

"So," the young Hydral whispered into the doll's ear, "am I that necessity for you?"

As he spoke, his fingertips gently explored Ravenna's tender navel, causing the miss puppet in his arms to shudder violently, her usually unexposed, tender white skin quickly flushing with an enticing red.

Ravenna was particularly sensitive to touch, a fact well known to Ansel.

The usually decisive and frosty scholar now tried to suppress her breaths, striving to maintain a steady voice: "Yes... Lord Ansel."

"Your enlightenment seems rather abrupt," Ansel spoke softly. "You detest my betrayal, don't you?"

"But everything I have heard and seen points to... Lord Ansel having his reasons."

"Heard and seen? What have you seen? Apart from Marlina and my mother's words, have you witnessed anything I've done that corroborates their stories?"

"Ravenna... Ravenna..."

He sighed gently: "When did you become so impulsive, changing your will based merely on the words of others?"

"If you're willing to listen to them—"

Ansel's gaze turned icy as he grasped Ravenna's face, forcing her to look into his eyes, the cruelty in his sea-blue irises unmasked.

"Why then, did you not choose to believe me three years ago, to stand by my side, instead of now... pretentiously clearing obstacles in my path?"

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