A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 182: No Worse Timing -II

Alchemy was the realm of creators, the realm of geniuses. Sorcerers were all on the path to seeking truth, but everyone's path and truth were different. Only alchemy, which represented "creation", was closer to the general truth.

And the mechanical armor was a masterpiece conceived by her and Hydral, two geniuses among geniuses. There was no one in the Etheric Academy who could reach this level of design and creativity. Moreover, they hadn't started researching it immediately, but instead used it as a tool to suppress the Tower of Babel... It would be strange if they could figure out what the mechanical armor was all about.

However, it was also possible that the Etheric Academy had already secretly set up an alchemy workshop to research the mechanical armor, and what was presented here was just a smokescreen and obstacle to annoy the Tower of Babel.

Ravenna didn't let her disgust for the Etheric Academy affect her thinking and judgment.

The mass production of the Hummingbirds was no longer the key issue. Ravenna had made up her mind to confront violence with greater violence after leaving Hendrick's office.

Her purpose in coming to the Alchemy Association was to give Evora a more satisfactory answer. The Etheric Academy would never expect... that such interference would not have much impact on her.

"The alchemy workshop where the mechanical armor is located," Ravenna suddenly said, "Can I go there?"

"...Huh?"

The head was taken aback. As a qualified alchemist, he answered rigorously, "Theoretically speaking, that newly started workshop currently does not restrict anyone from entering. If there are no restrictions, then you should be able... Hey!"

Before he could finish his sentence, Ravenna had already left the alchemy workshop.

The head scratched his chin, "What I said was not wrong. She just didn't listen to the rest of my words. If anything happens... theoretically speaking, it has nothing to do with me."

The latter half of his sentence was—

The Elder Princess and Lord Ansel of Hydral were inspecting that workshop.

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"Such...height!"

Seraphina craned her neck to gaze at the towering ceiling, turning to Ansel in astonishment, "Ansel, why is this room constructed so tall?"

Ansel responded with a smile, "Naturally, it's to accommodate something of considerable size."

"But this..."

Standing on the suspended corridor, Seraphina glanced down at the floor, then up at the ceiling, her confusion deepening, "Isn't this too large? Are they constructing a massive ship?"

Only a handful of northerners had ever seen the ocean, and Seraphina's fantasies about ships were limited to the stories she had heard.

"Surely they're not building another house within this one."

This peculiar response elicited laughter from Evora, who was standing nearby, "Ansel, your pact head is quite amusing."

Seraphina glanced at Evora but remained silent, leaning slightly towards Ansel.

She disliked this woman, with her constant display of arrogance and aggression. Such a person as an empress ... would undoubtedly be the worst kind of villain!

However, hehehehe…

Seraphina smirked silently.

Crossing her arms, Evora, who was surveying the enormous alchemy workshop, noticed Seraphina's gaze. The slightly mocking look in her eyes caused Evora to frown, "Ansel, control your dog."

"Hmm?"

Ansel, who was also observing the alchemy workshop, paused slightly before turning his head with a smile, "My apologies, Evora."

"What were you saying just now?"

Gleipnir lightly tapped the ground, the sound of metal clashing echoed in the air, stirring a chillingly terrifying aura.

The abyssal creature, usually languid, seemed to lift its gaze at this moment, looking down from the void at the blood-red flame flower that had yet to truly ignite, casting a cold glance.

Evora, under such scrutiny, also turned cold, "She was just looking at me with an insolent and disrespectful gaze, Hydral."

"Evora."

Ansel was still smiling, gently stroking his scepter.

"I was just asking you, what were you saying just now?"

The terrifying aura emanating from the two creatures caused Parla, who was busy in the alchemy workshop, to look up in surprise. He then shook his head with a wry smile, causing all the fifth-stage beings in the Alchemy Association's current location to feel a primal fear and tremble.

Seraphina, who was closest to this clash of auras, had already moved in front of Ansel. The ferocity in her eyes was about to burst forth, and her body even began to subtly transform. The bones at the base of her tailstock slowly writhed, as if something was about to break through her skin.

"…Humph."

The terrifying standoff concluded with Evora's cold snort and retreat.

"Your attitude towards the pact head is exactly like your father's. It's truly like father like son. Fine, I retract my previous words and will rephrase."

"Hydral, keep your 'pact head' in check."

"Of course, Your Highness."

Ansel's smile remained unchanged, but it now radiated warmth and brilliance. "Disciplining Seraphina is part of my duties." However, there was no intention of making Seraphina apologize.

"Discipline... Ha, I see you're not too keen on disciplining her, and..."

The woman scrutinized Seraphina for a moment, her eyes inexplicably revealing a hint of... satisfaction?

"She's not suited for discipline. She's fine as she is, just restrain yourself in my presence."

This condescending attitude, as if she considered everyone beneath her, greatly irritated Seraphina, but this time she obediently stood behind Ansel without uttering a word.

However, as soon as she moved behind Ansel, her pinky was gently hooked.

Ansel turned his head, winked at Seraphina, and silently smiled, signaling her not to worry.

Standing tall behind the young man, the girl with a delicate and pretty face caressed the hand Ansel used to hook her pinky, lowered her head slightly, and tried to hide her uncontrollable smile.

Evora saw this but didn't care, because she didn't believe that the Hydral she knew had the function of "loving others", even if he did, he wouldn't give it to the pact head.

"Ansel," she began, "that so-called mechanical armor, you researched it with Ravenna, didn't you?"

"To be precise, I only provided the ideas."

Ansel shrugged. "How it was actually completed was mostly due to her efforts."

"… Ha, I'll take your word for it."

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