A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 421: Wolf and Daughter - Three - I

Seraphina ultimately made her escape directly from Ansel's bedroom.

Helen, who had committed to memory all the skills and key points Seraphina displayed today, still gazed intently at a certain spot… on Ansel's body.

"Owing to the limitations of my physical condition," she suddenly said, "with my current body, I might be incapable of..."

"What you need to focus on right now is not this, Helen."

Ansel, with a smile, gently caressed the petite scholar nestled in his embrace: "Have you considered what your immediate objective should be?"

"My father's objectives are my own," Helen softly replied, "You are infallibly correct."

A puppet, whose life had been shaped for her, yet unable to fulfill even those expectations molded for her, found the person destined to fulfill all her predetermined roles.

Ansel's plan, which involved a lengthy preparation that allowed her to gradually pick up emotions, lower her guard against herself, and, with a nudge from fate, ultimately replace the absolute anchor in Helen's heart, was perfectly realized.

Ansel said with a gentle smile, "Then, let's start by fulfilling the promise made to Evora."

"Evora's promise."

Without any hesitation, Helen responded: "I understand. I will prepare the necessary vulnerabilities in the system Suellen requires, rest assured, Father."

"No, it's more than that," Ansel shook his head, "The mechanical armor, the Etheric armaments... you must also assist in these matters."

"..."

After a moment of silence lasting less than a second, Helen did not show any sign of confusion but seriously said: "She won't pose a threat to Father, will she?"

"No, rest assured, for now... Evora will not undertake such reckless actions."

Receiving this response, Helen had no further questions, only nodding in reply:

"Then, I will seek an alchemist capable of crafting Etheric armaments, striving to fulfill Evora's demands."

Evora's control over the Etheric armaments could potentially pose a danger to the empire, and the sacrifices one might have to make in this process are considerations that the original "Ravenna" would surely have contemplated. However, Helen does not give these concerns any thought.

Because there is no need.

If her father believes there is no issue, then there is no issue.

"Also, in the outside world, except in front of those closest to me... I hope you will still refer to yourself as Ravenna."

This seemingly simple statement caused a vivid change in Helen's expression.

She turned around, hugged Ansel tightly, pressing against his chest, and whispered, "Can I refuse, Father?"

"Have you just started being a daughter and already want to be a bit willful?" Ansel gently stroked her long hair.

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No longer needing to worry about any suffering, no longer having to search tirelessly for answers to insoluble problems.

After abandoning that absurd and broken past, she could not only fulfill the desires and pursuits deeply engraved in her soul but also obtain... a truly perfect life.

Helen refuses to look back, and she will never look back.

"But I wouldn't mind, Helen."

Ansel gently caressed Helen's cheek, softly saying, "By my side, you will always be my daughter."

Helen's petite body gradually softened, and the disgust and resistance in her heart dissipated with these words.

"I understand," she held Ansel's hand, her delicate, boneless fingers tightly interlocking with his.

"I will continue to act in the role of that puppet, Father."

Saying so, Helen straightened up slightly, imitating Seraphina, and licked Ansel's earlobe:

"Everything as you wish."

*

The disheveled Seraphina stood in the corridor, still clutching her chest, gasping for breath.

Crazy... This is… too mad! Marli was never as crazy as this!

Thinking back to her own absurd behavior and unspeakable words, and seeing Helen's utterly serious expression of learning, the outrageous scene made Miss Wolf's body burn, her head dizzy, unable to control her own physical reactions.

"Ansel... What kind of sorcery did Ansel cast on that dwarf, how can she change like this?"

Helen's lusterless purple pupils caused Seraphina a moment of palpitations; every time she recalled those eyes, she felt a chilling sensation.

Thus, the girl was filled with anxiety: "I haven't... arrived too late, have I?"

"Is Ansel planning, no, has he already completely ruined her? Leaving no room for, uh… redemption?"

With a new thought in mind, Seraphina finally detached herself from the feverish memories of just moments ago. She paced back and forth in the corridor, her mind still filled with images of Ansel, but this time, she recalled the scene where Ansel shared his plan regarding taming Ravenna with her.

She distinctly remembered Ansel saying... he didn't truly intend to completely destroy Ravenna. Ansel had mentioned he would give her a chance.

So why did it end up like this? The current Ravenna... no, Helen, she even abandoned her own name, becoming something... more akin to a puppet.

Seraphina didn't care about Ravenna, or rather, the current Helen's state; she was only concerned about whether Ansel truly wanted to do this from the bottom of his heart, and what led him to make such a decision in the end.

"Damn it... I just can't understand it!"

The girl stomped her foot in frustration: "I hate this kind of guessing game the most, I'm not Marli... Hm?"

Her eyes suddenly brightened: "Right, Marli might have thought of something! Uh... but where is she now?"

Miss Wolf sniffed around, looking puzzled: "Why can't I smell anything... Never mind, I'll ask a maid."

After wandering around the corridor for a while, Seraphina quickly asked a maid she caught: "Where is Marli now?"

"Miss Marlina should be in the underground library, would you like me to show you the way, Miss Seraphina?"

"Oh... the library, no need, I know where it is."

Marlina had once taken Seraphina to the underground library of the Hydral Manor, but Seraphina, who disliked reading, changed her mind at the door and ran away on the spot.

The girl excitedly ran downstairs, following the route in her memory, and soon arrived at the manor's underground library.

Knock, knock, knock—

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