A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 745 Redemption and Curse - II

Even now, Suellen couldn't fathom how she had believed such nonsense. Was it due to recognizing her own precarious situation, or was it the almost inhuman, monster-like gaze that had cowed her?

Regardless, Suellen only hoped that the woman before her hadn't completely lost her mind, that her words indeed had a possibility of coming true.

Nine cared little for Suellen's opinion. She merely thought Ansel had good reason to dismiss this girl; compared to Evora, Suellen fell far short... But that was of no consequence to Nine. She simply needed a disposable pawn, unsuitable for the spotlight herself.

"Time."

Nine uttered cryptically.

"..."

Suellen didn't ask for clarification, knowing she wouldn't understand anyway. This woman's erratic, incoherent behavior was nothing new. She often heard Nine muttering incomprehensible things to herself, the only certainty being that they probably related to Ansel.

Nine suddenly turned to Suellen, "Do you know how far the dragon tide has spread?"

Without waiting for a response, Nine continued, "Forty percent of the lesser dragon species have breached the defensive line Mr.Ansel established, scattering throughout the Western Lands to hunt. Although Mr.Ansel slayed another ancient dragon species yesterday, two unscathed fifth-stage dragons flew in from the Celestial Path mountains.@@@@

Today, Mr.Ansel didn't use the power known as God from the Machine, but instead manifested his true form to battle them."

"Mr.Ansel... was injured."

Upon hearing these words, Suellen felt a fleeting chill, as if formless evil spirits were coiling around her neck, their icy claws gripping her spine, almost imperceptibly scraping down her back.

"But physical wounds mean little to Mr.Ansel," Nine said, her gaze fixed on the distant blood-red rift in the sky.

No one knew what lay beyond that rift, but the most widespread belief in the Western Lands was that although Ansel had killed Evora, the endless flame of the Flame Attendant would still pour forth, incinerating the entire Western Lands.

"Mr.Ansel's heart is on the brink of collapse," Nine continued in an eerily calm voice, causing Suellen's heart to skip a beat.

Suellen quickly realized that Nine was far from calm. Drawing on her experience of navigating between the Emperor and Evora, she sensed that the woman before her was like... a beast crouching in a thorny thicket, bloodied and scarred.

Any movement, any thought would inflict hundreds or thousands of new wounds. Each step forward would not only ravage her body but also lacerate her soul.

Yet, Suellen wondered, from where did such cruel suffering originate? Why did Nine endure such torment? Who had bestowed these scars upon her?

"Do you know, Lord Suellen?"

... This seemed even more implausible.

How could Ansel of Hydral fall in love with such an unstable woman? What made Nine think she could make Ansel love her?

Unable to find answers, Suellen remained silent, regretting her choices but knowing it was too late to turn back.

"I'm going to see Mr.Ansel now, Lord Suellen."

Nine suddenly announced after her cryptic words.

Suellen was pessimistic about the outcome, hoping only that Nine wouldn't completely lose her mind if her wishes weren't fulfilled. At the very least, she hoped for a chance to explain herself to Ansel.

Despite her doubts, Suellen forced a smile and said, "Good luck, Lord Nine."

Nine didn't respond. Her wheelchair suddenly melted into a pool of shadows, and she herself merged with it, quickly vanishing.

As Nine, now a shadow, made her way to the teleportation array, her mind was flooded with memories of her time with the young man.

These memories were like exquisite sculptures preserved in a display case, every minute detail vivid and alive, each facet gleaming brilliantly.

In comparison, all other memories, no matter how bright, seemed like nothing more than broken statues and rotting wood.

She had indeed made Ansel her everything, but was she unaware of the consequences of doing so?

Of course not. Nine understood this better than anyone.

What others didn't realize was that Nine had already come to terms with this. They all thought Nine had gone mad, either corrupted by the Abyss to the point of shattered will, or completely engulfed in Ansel's demonic nature.

But Nine knew she was on the right path - the only right path.

A path that was actually quite simple, not complex, but one that no one else dared to tread.

She would use love to exchange for that power, to obtain the position she had yearned for countless times.

She was going to reclaim her name.

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