A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 568 Seraphina is Indeed Clever - I

Hands in her pockets, Seraphina returned to the lower city streets controlled by the Speckled Snake. Despite having dealt with the troublesome butcher, her expression remained far from relaxed.

"So much more to be done..."

The girl muttered with a frown, "I need to suppress the other gangs and find some temporary leaders... Sigh, if only Ansel and Marli were still by my side..."Nôv(el)B\\jnn

At this thought, she slapped her cheeks forcefully, admonishing herself with anger:

"I'm relying on Ansel and Marli all the time—what a useless thing to do!"

Growth can sometimes be a drawn-out process, and other times it happens in an instant.

Following Ansel, Seraphina learned meticulousness and prudence; she knew some problems were beyond her capacity—reconstruction after violence and destruction was an enigma to her.

The old habit of blowing up the root of the problem and leaving without a second thought was utterly unacceptable.

A tyrant's reign indicated strong local control; his death might temporarily end oppression but would inevitably trigger chaos.

On this journey, Seraphina usually dealt with local thugs, rarely overthrowing city lords because she understood the consequences of chaos and knew she was ill-equipped to handle such matters.

She had learned enough painful lessons from her experiences in the Red Frost domain.

If the city lord or the leader of the dominant force was somewhat reasonable, Seraphina would usually give them a lifelong unforgettable lesson and warn them she could return at any time.

But if the person was utterly vile, regardless of the ensuing chaos, she would eliminate them.

"Among so many people, there must be someone suitable."

Why couldn't everyone live under the sun? Why did some have to scrape by in the shadows?

Seraphina couldn't understand, just as she never understood why those already wealthy individuals would still strip her family of their meager remaining food. Enjoy new chapters from empire

But unlike before, even if she still hadn't found the answers, she now possessed the power to effect change.

The wolf who had endured sixteen years of suffering looked back, and the tired faces of the sparse pedestrians on the street were reflected in her dark red eyes.

"At the very least, they should live with some dignity."

The girl murmured softly, her steps growing more resolute as she entered the former stronghold of the Speckled Snake.

This base had become her free hostel, sheltering numerous vagrants and the few capable individuals who now regarded her as their leader.

Seraphina had no desire to be a leader; she believed only Ansel was fit for such a role. Initially, she had tried to shirk these responsibilities, but eventually, she accepted them.

She realized these people weren't seeking a true commander, but rather a psychological anchor they could trust.

Now, Seraphina increasingly felt the weight of this trust and need. She often pondered... If she found it exhausting to bear the trust of just a small group, what kind of burden did Ansel, who shouldered the hopes and loyalty of the entire Hydral domain and beyond, carry?

Ansel...is truly remarkable.

Since leaving his side, this was the sentiment Seraphina most frequently expressed.

"Boss Fenrir, you're back? That's quick!"

The people inside the stronghold lit up with joy. "Did you deal with the Black Crocodile?"

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