A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 413: The Only Color - Three - III

"Seri, why do you have such a talent when both of your parents are ordinary people?" Ansel asked in return.

Seraphina was stunned for a long time before she finally realized: "So what Ansel means is, Ravenna is like me... Ah! She was always like me, meant to be the protagonist."

Because of the talent, ability, and power that could overturn an era, one is chosen by fate to become the hero of the era.

Ravenna's talent had no conspiracy behind it, just as Seraphina's talent in battle was not bestowed by anyone. It was simply the unique result... of a millennium of repeated births and extinctions, among countless possibilities.

"But Leiden's daughter, Ravenna Ziegler, showed extraordinary talent, so naturally, Eileen placed his hopes on his granddaughter."

"And in this process, he learned from the failure of Leiden's education, no longer forcing learning, focusing on strengthening the emotional bond with Ravenna, as well as the shaping of thoughts and beliefs."

"His granddaughter did not disappoint his expectations, harboring great enthusiasm for that nonsensical ideal, so Eileen chose the most suitable time for his students to kill him."

"...Wait, wait."

Seraphina, utterly bewildered, turned to Ansel, her hand swinging from side to side: "This , so, Ravenna didn't let her grandfather down... why is his suicide... related to this?"

Ansel, propping his cheek with a smile brimming with amusement, said, "If I were to die now, what would you do, my dear Seri?"

"Hey, what are you saying?!"

Seraphina abruptly stood up, leaping into Ansel's arms, angrily covering his mouth: "Don't speak such ominous words!"

Ansel helplessly brushed her hand aside: "I mean hypothetically..."

"Not even hypothetically!"

"...In any case, if such a thing were to happen, what would you do, Seri?"

"I... I..."

Seraphina's tone visibly became frantic: "I would definitely save Ansel, no... I wouldn't let Ansel die! In any case... Ahhh! Anyway, I would certainly beat that guy to death first! No...

I would break his limbs, stuff his arms and legs into his mouth, and then—"

"Besides revenge, what else?" Ansel couldn't help but interrupt Seraphina's fierce words, "If at that time, I had entrusted Seraphina with something?"

"Of course, I would do everything possible to accomplish it," Seraphina replied without hesitation.

"Add one more thing, if that matter itself was something I had always been striving to achieve... That is to say, if at that time I told Seri, no matter what, to defeat fate?"

"Hmph! Then one day, sooner or later, I will devour that so-called damned fate!" Seraphina said, arms crossed and huffing.

Ansel, however, remained silent, simply watching her quietly.

After a while, Seraphina finally came to her senses, her face gradually revealing understanding, then turning into a look of shock.

"So... so," the girl who had just caught on said incredulously, stumbling over her words, "Her grandfather, he wanted to use this method... My God! He's brain must be sick!"

"But it's undeniable, the effect was remarkable."

"... Ah?"

"In other words," Ansel said with a chuckle, pinching Seraphina's dumbfounded expression, "You think that Eileen built the foundation of the Tower of Babel with his own head and heart, but do you really believe that the Tower of Babel was his main force for changing the world in his heart?"

"Don't forget... in the realm of creation, only true geniuses can achieve unparalleled transformation."

"This rebellious tower, reaching towards the sky and challenging the rules that have sedimented over thousands of years of transcendence, is not just a vessel, but also..."

"A cold workshop piecing together the puppet known as 'Ravenna'."

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The puppet, kneeling on the ground, surveyed all those present, capturing their evasion, astonishment, panic, fear, and bewilderment in her gaze.

She staggered to her feet, her eyes, marked by myriad expressions, devoid of any light.

"Merely having the resolve to start is not enough."

She whispered softly, "It must be enduring, persistent, day after day, without interruption, influencing and affecting, to allow me to accumulate belief over time, every moment, and thus... I must be placed in an environment that perpetually chases that ideal fervently."

Looking at this group of dear elders, the most important in her life, the puppet leaned on the doorframe, revealing a mocking smile: "Right... among you."

Using his own death to anchor the only thing of value in Ravenna's grey childhood, the sole belief that existed.

Then, exchanging his own death for the soil in which the Tower of Babel could be born and grow.

Lastly, using this soil to inversely cultivate and promote Ravenna's growth, immersing her day after day in that fervent nourishment, deepening her pursuit of that ideal day by day.

Unwavering, unbetraying, unyielding, without end.

So, why, despite never truly understanding this world, never witnessing real suffering firsthand, did she still think of bringing about a change that could make life better for the common people?

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Because this was the environment she grew up in—this was all she had been exposed to since she was six, apart from belief and hatred... until now.

Everyone around her told her this, everything around her conveyed this to her—embrace the passion and fervor to change the world, this is your grandfather's legacy, this is the reason for your existence.

You were... born for this.

Thus, after fifteen years of hard labor, the Ravenna Ziegler of today was finally pieced together.

Ravenna Ziegler, who never thought there was anything wrong with her actions;

Ravenna Ziegler, rational and decisive enough to sacrifice everything;

Ravenna Ziegler, who, despite being almost fundamentally destroyed by Ansel, never completely gave up;

And... Ravenna Ziegler, for the sake of that future with infinite possibilities, whose every possibility got erased.

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