A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 155: Beast and Psychopath - IV

Ansel pointed to his temple, "Right here."

The young girl pondered for about four or five seconds, then suddenly exclaimed in shock:

"It's that psychopath! Ravenna... Ravenna! No wonder it sounded so familiar!"

In the original world line memory that Ansel showed Seraphina, during her wandering period, Seraphina had accidentally encountered Ravenna. They had clashed once, and when Seraphina went to Red Frost territory to settle a grudge, the desperate Count of Red Frost also tried to kill Seraphina with a weapon designed by Ravenna.

In the memory, Seraphina didn't have many interactions with Ravenna, but the thought of that woman's arrogant demeanor in the memory, coupled with the cold indifference she had just seen, made our Beast King's anger surge.

Then, as if she had suddenly thought of something, the anger in her heart instantly turned into wild joy.

"Ansel!"

Seraphina abruptly turned her head and grabbed Ansel's arm forcefully, "Our target this time, it's her, isn't it?"

The young girl's eyes were practically shining, her excitement was palpable, as if she was going to personally take action and give Ravenna a harsh lesson.

"Yes, it's her."

Ansel couldn't help but smile, "But Seraphina, why are you so excited?"

"I... I am going to urge you, Ansel, to deal with her harshly!"

Seraphina was rubbing her hands together, "We must treat her ten times more brutally than how you treated me!"

"Well, hehe..."

The wicked Hydral said with a meaningful smile:

"I can assure you, I will definitely not let you down, Seraphina."

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As the rolling wheels gradually came to a halt, Ansel disembarked from the carriage, turning his gaze towards Seraphina within. With a light chuckle, he extended his hand, "What's the matter, too 'full' to move?"

Her face flushed, the young wolf, now in a change of clothes, leaned out and pinched Ansel's palm.

The beautiful female coachman bid farewell to Ansel and Seraphina, then drove away. Ansel, accompanied by Seraphina, entered the Hydral's mansion located in the capital.

There were no servants lined up at the entrance of the mansion to welcome Ansel's return. He was not interested in such formalities. If the servants had this spare time, they should complete their work or rest well to maintain their physical and mental health, which was more meaningful to Ansel.

However, this did not mean that no one came to greet Ansel.

"Ans!!"

Ansel had barely stepped into the mansion when a warm and enthusiastic call came from not far away.

A blonde woman in a long dress ran over joyfully, her face beaming with an incomparable smile, and in the blink of an eye, she was in front of Ansel.

"Ans!"

She hugged Ansel tightly, her voice trembling with excitement.

"It's been so long, you finally came to see your mother!"

Annelisa Delian, Ansel's mother.

"It took you three years to come."

The mature and gentle woman was acting like a child at this moment. She rubbed Ansel's golden hair, which was identical to hers, discontentedly, "You never contact me, do you dislike me that much?"

"...You're joking, mother."

A smile appeared on Ansel's face as he gently pushed away Annelisa.

"This is my pact head, the first pact head, Seraphina Marlowe."

He introduced her like this, and Seraphina suddenly seemed to come back to her senses. She didn't know what she was thinking just now, and hurriedly bowed in a fluster:

"Hi-Hello, I am Seraphina, ah no, I am Marlowe, I am... I am Ansel's..."

"Ah, you are the girl who can inherit the power of two pact heads."

The woman in the simple dress was overjoyed and hugged Seraphina, "Impressive! And you like my Ans, hmm..."

She took another look at Seraphina's figure and nodded in satisfaction:

"You can rank among the top in Ansel's pursuers!"

"Keep it up." The current Madam Hydral waved her fist and laughed lightly, "I have high hopes for you, Seraphina."

Seraphina, her face flushed, was so flustered that she couldn't say a word. She was already stumbling over her words, and now she couldn't even utter a single word.

"Oh, we can't just stand here and chat, let's go to the lounge, I've prepared a lot of things... Oh, and there's a guest waiting for you at home, Ansel."

Annelisa reached out to hold Ansel's hand, but he subtly avoided it. She didn't get angry, just laughed to herself that her child had grown up again, and with a calm and contented gaze, she looked at Ansel, who was becoming more and more upright.

Three years had turned a child into a teenager, and the changes were dramatic. Annelisa always regretted that she couldn't watch her son grow up.

"A lot has happened in the capital these three years, Evora has become more and more aggressive... The Etheric Academy and the Tower of Babel are always in conflict, and also..."

Ansel walked side by side with his mother, quietly listening to her talk about the various anecdotes of the capital over the years. He occasionally responded with a smile, but most of the time his expression was calm.

They soon entered the mansion and headed for the lounge under Annelisa's guidance:

"I've collected a lot of books over the years, Ans, you can read them for a long time... I've also specially called Old Mof from the territory to cook for you, ah! Mel will be back in a while, our family hasn't had a meal together for a long time!"

"Is the guest here, mother?"

Ansel stood in front of a room and suddenly asked.

"...Ah? Oh! Yes, I almost walked past it."

Madam Hydral touched her cheek somewhat embarrassingly, "I haven't talked to Ansl for so long... I've become a chatterbox."

"...You've always been a chatterbox, mother."

This was the first time Ansel responded to Annelisa's words.

"Hmm? Really?" The woman blinked, then laughed happily, "I didn't know, but since Ans says I am, then I must be."

"The guest came to see you, I won't disturb you, but be sure to come find me after you're done talking, or I'll be angry!"

Annelisa poked Ansel's forehead, then hummed a tune and left lightly.

It wasn't until she was completely gone that Seraphina couldn't help but ask:

"Ansel, your mother..."

Ansel didn't answer Seraphina's question, he just turned the doorknob and laughed, "Let's see who our early guest is, if it's as I expected —"

"I told you, we would meet again soon."

Inside the lounge, a woman in a white lab coat was sitting with her legs crossed. Her legs, wrapped in matte grey stockings, looked long and full, glossy.

Ravenna adjusted her grey glasses that gave off a cold light and sneered:

"The beast tamed by Hydral."