A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 189: The Impending Storm of Bloodshed - I



Chapter 189: The Impending Storm of Bloodshed - I

Recently, there has been a subtle shift in the winds of the Imperial Capital.

It is common knowledge that the Elder Princess Evora and the Etheric Academy are at odds.

Not to say that the Etheric Academy dares to confront Evora, after all, her ascension to the throne is only a matter of time, and no one wishes to be purged by this tempestuous princess.

However, this centuries-old, largest organization of sorcerers, and the old fellows who maintain this organization... have some degree of confidence.

— Although this confidence is utterly insignificant in front of the Empress, if the Empress were the kind of madman who would uproot such a large organization at the slightest displeasure, the Empire would not have survived to this day.

This small confidence and value allow the old fellows of the Etheric Academy to ambiguously state "We will always support Her Majesty" when expressing their stance.

They will support the current Empress, but they do not refuse to occasionally do something to support Evora, in case they are purged after the Elder Princess ascends to the throne.

The current Empress must, of course, be supported, as for you... you will become the Empress sooner or later, so why rush?

Evora detests this kind of equivocation and slippery cunning, and currently, the Etheric Academy is basically on the Empress's side, so she naturally has a considerable dislike for the Etheric Academy.

Therefore, when the Tower of Babel was first established, Evora gave a little help. She didn't take this ridiculous thing that aimed to challenge the Etheric Academy seriously, she just wanted to disgust those old fellows, just as those old fellows disgusted her.

But as time passed, when Ravenna demonstrated the value of the Tower of Babel with violent innovation... everything changed.

She began to personally endorse the Tower of Babel, using her own deterrence to limit the Etheric Academy's oppression of the Tower of Babel within a certain range, allowing the Tower of Babel to develop to this day, becoming the sorcerer organization representing the forefront of Etheric studies.

It can be said that the Tower of Babel is completely under the control of the Elder Princess, after all, they seem to be increasingly prosperous, but in fact, they are walking on thin ice, they never have a choice.

If it weren't for Ravenna's initial efforts to turn the tide, the Tower of Babel would have inevitably collapsed under the ruthless gaze of fate, and she would have embarked on the lonely path of becoming a hero.

However, all of this was changed by the small gun barrel that Ansel gave to Ravenna.

And now... after a long silence, fate, which has already woven a new network, is preparing to send Ravenna back to her original trajectory.

The so-called original trajectory —

Is naturally to let the Tower of Babel collapse and let Ravenna embark on the path of revenge and exile.

He looked at Ansel and said sincerely: "If you need anything, just tell me! After all, this involves your pact head, if it ruins your business... I'm really afraid of being caught by Mr. Flamelle and turned into a potion!"

Even at this time, the thought of "Ansel won't be so petty" flashed through Soren's mind, trying to stop him from saying this, but...

If at first he had some doubts about Ansel's intention to take Ravenna as his pact head, but after sensing that the prohibition was broken, Soren had no doubt at all.

This soul prohibition has a great degree of sealing, but at Ansel's request, Soren left a clever loophole that does not require too much reliance on strength, but requires ample knowledge and talent to discover. The difficulty of finding this loophole... Soren admits that it is no different from forcibly dismantling the prohibition.

And now, this prohibition is obviously unlocked by Ravenna herself, this terrifying talent, if she becomes a pact head in the future, who knows how strong she will be!

After all, in the entire Imperial Capital, there is no one who can forcibly dismantle that soul prohibition—except for the Empress who stays in her Anthicheg Palace all day, and the Elder Princess who has a great desire for power.

The Flamefeast, of course, wants to burn when it wants to burn, but where does Ravenna get the face to let the Elder Princess personally remove the soul prohibition? Are you kidding me!

So, the hesitation that rose in his heart was instantly swallowed by Soren's firm mind, and no waves could be turned up.

The young Hydral looked at this soul master who was sincerely apologizing to him, and his face did not show any surprise, which made it difficult to delve into where his calmness came from.

"Since Lord Soren has said so."

The playwright, who saw his script perfectly performed on stage, chuckled: "There is something, I do seem to need your help."

Soren breathed a sigh of relief, then laughed heartily: "No problem, whatever it is, just leave it to me... By the way, that Miss Ziegler... really no problem?"

Although he is a neutral party in the Etheric Academy's Supreme Nine Seats and hardly participates in anything, Soren has some understanding of the direction of the entire Etheric Academy and is also very clear about the conflict with the Tower of Babel.

He knows the foundation of the Etheric Academy better than Ravenna, better than the people of the Tower of Babel. Although the construction of mechanical armor is an incredibly huge project, under the full operation of the Etheric Academy, if it is also combined with the Alchemy Association, the Tower of Babel can be said to be powerless.

If Ansel does not intend to directly help Ravenna... then what should he do to help her survive this disaster?

"Well..."

Ansel put down the wine glass in his hand, stood up, slightly raised his head, looked at a certain place, the gentle smile on his face hid a profound meaning:

"I am now, preparing to give her a hand."

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