A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 243: Hydral's Dilemma - III

It was not a forceful seizure, it was not a sinister deception... ev Ravna didn't know how he did it, but anyway, the empress gave the Tower of Babel to Ansel. And Ansel? He didn't ev ask for it, he probably didn't ev make a subtle hint, and he easily took the tire Tower of Babel from that self-righteous Evora.

This is a good thing, a great thing in the eyes of all members of the Tower of Babel.

But only Ravna knew... Ansel's vision and future never included the era she was looking forward to.

Ev so, she could only bow her head slightly and respond with a calm voice: "Yes, this is my choice."

Rather than witnessing the collapse of the Tower of Babel in the storm, it is better to bet on the process of advancing smoothly under the protection of Hydral... and develop a power that can completely change the world.

If ev now is lost, what future is there to talk about?

"If you need it," Ravna Ziegler, who recognized the reality and made a choice, said in a low voice, "please order me, Lord Ansel.

The pact heads were silt, from their own perspective, it didn't matter what Ansel did, but objectively speaking... This woman must have made a very bad choice.

"Now that you say it..." Ansel said meaningfully, "I suddly thought that there is indeed something I need you to do."

"Please say."

"Your body." He rested his chin on Seraphina's shoulder, half-smiling, "It's be a long time since you've se the sun, hasn't it?"

"..."

Ravna's body stiffed, and she didn't respond.

"Here you go again." The rat, who was comfortably touched by Ansel, rolled his eyes, "The pact heads are supposed to help the young lord share the pressure, do you have to let the young lord find a neurotic like you?"

"Those who dare not set foot in the abyss are not worthy to be seekers."

Toradon sneered, complex and mysterious patterns emerging on his sorcerer's robe: "The truth is dless, the world that can be glimpsed on the Heavly Road is too narrow and shallow."

"Toradon is right."

Tyrus, who was always silt, also spoke at this time: "That girl, what she said is true. The young lord's situation... is not optimistic, and needs ough military power. If we can find someone with the same talt as Toradon in the magic path, it should be more beficial for the young lord."

"What are you all panicking about..." Lawrce turned a circle in place, very puzzled, "Our young lord must have his own plan, could it be that you think, is there anyone in the empire who can't be set up by our young lord, and can turn a to set up our young lord? Old Saville, you say isn't it?"

"Dear lord and young lord have their own considerations." Saville, as a butler, rarely expressed subjective opinions, "But Lawrce is right, in the empire, there is no one who can threat the young lord in terms of strategy."

"Right, boss, you say isn't it, there's nothing to worry about at all... boss, boss?"

"...Hmm?"

Flamelle, lost in thought with the teacup in hand, was brought back to reality by Lawrce's call. The mature and handsome middle-aged man revealed a slightly embarrassed smile, "I was just contemplating whether to annihilate all the fifth stages of the empire... Where were we in our conversation?"

"Uh..." Lawrce shrank back, hesitant to speak.

It was Ansel who calmly took over the conversation, "There's no need for such absurdity, Father. Ephesande would not allow you to do so."

"She, like you, is being eroded, but not foolish... I am your greatest hindrance, and the key for her to turn the tables wh the day of desperation comes. She will not allow me to be in a threat-free vironmt, or are you saying... you want to start a war with her now?"

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