A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 229: Devil’s Companion - Four (IV)

Moreover, Ansel probably promised to let him continue to manage his own people, that is, he just lost the identity of the grand lord. You know, in the territory of Hydral, it means becoming a subject of Hydral. To exchange the identity of the grand lord for the identity of a subject of Hydral... it's simply a big profit!

"You really are... a genius, Ansel, my genius, my devil."

Evora sighed softly, exhaled hot breath, poured wine on Ansel's neck, hugged his shoulders, and slowly licked his throat and collarbone.

Suellen was informing Ephesande, so her conflict with that old thing was inevitable.

This time it was the mechanical armor, and next time it would be something else. After all, the conflict between Evora and Ephesande was too deep.

Meanwhile, she couldn't easily move Suellen, after all, that would mean that the aging god and the young god had completely fallen out.

So... to solve the urgent problem, it's better to detonate the conflict first.

And Evora could not accept that she got utterly defeated after this conflict exploded. She would never allow Ephesande to completely and thoroughly ride on her head.

All concluded... Ansel finally manipulated such an ending.

— Ephesande got what she wanted and completed the "punishment" of Evora; while Evora did not actually lose her dignity, because everyone knew that the Elder Princess did not lose, only the old and confused emperor was deceived by Ansel's few words.

The key is that no one dares to remind her, it's hard to say what the final result will be, but the person who reminds her is definitely going to die.

So, although Evora finally bowed her head, her actual loss was almost zero.

Well... if it weren't for the Tower of Babel, it would really be close to zero.

"I didn't expect that old thing to disgust me in the end."

Evora licked the wine on Ansel's collarbone, "But it doesn't matter, you have helped me so much, the Tower of Babel, consider it as my return gift to you."

She straddled Ansel, hooked her light red gauze with her hand, and laughed softly, "Or... do you need me to give you some other return gift?"

"This is enough, Your Highness."

Ansel of Hydral.

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Bowing her head, Ravenna adjusted the nutrient concoction, when a voice of surprise reached her ears:

"Are you planning to subsist on this concoction for another month?"

"Time is precious," Ravenna replied without looking up, "Wastefulness is disgraceful."

Ansel, perched on the workbench, sighed and looked up, "This is why you're always..."

" ..." The woman turned her head, fixing Ansel with a piercing, frosty gaze.

"Alright, alright, just a joke. But truly, this isn't healthy, Ravenna."

"I'd prefer to think that your latter statement is the jest."

Ravenna gently swirled the glass vessel, her expression unreadable, "This is more nutritious than anything you've ever consumed."

"I mean..." Ansel tapped his head, "In this respect."

"It may seem merely a matter of sustenance, but at its core, it's still a pursuit of 'enjoyment,' an intrinsic human desire."

"You're not someone who's merely struggling for basic needs. Skipping a proper meal occasionally for the sake of time is normal, but this air of 'I don't need it at all' is not right."

He looked at the bottle of green, thick liquid in Ravenna's hand and earnestly advised, "You're gradually stripping away your humanity for your work and ideals."

"Is not eating equated to losing humanity?" Ravenna quirked a corner of her mouth, "Your penchant for exaggeration seems to be growing, Ansel."

"It's a sign, a harbinger that you'll eventually cast off even more... Never mind, when that time comes, I'll be there to save you once out of sheer benevolence."

Ansel chuckled and patted Ravenna's shoulder, "By then, you'll have to think of a way to thank me."

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