A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Sitting by the bed, Ansel gently released his mother's hand. He took one last look at his still-sleeping parents, then got up and left the bedroom.

Outside the small cottage, before Ansel could ask, Toradon spoke up: "The lord and madam's condition is very stable. Although it will take a long time for them to wake up, it's just a matter of time."

Ansel stroked Lawrence, who had climbed onto his shoulder, and said warmly, "Thank you for your hard work."

"What's hard about this?" Lawrence crossed his arms and sighed, shaking his head. "I still feel like I'm not doing enough, young lord... why not take me out with you? Even taking a part of me would be fine."

It looked at Ansel with pleading eyes, "In the chaotic Western lands, I could be really useful! Really, really!"

"Stop talking nonsense and go on patrol."

Toradon frowned slightly, raised his hand, and Lawrence was suddenly grabbed by the tail and flung away.

"Toradon, one day I'm going to poop on your staff!"

Lawrence's scream grew fainter as it flew farther away, but it was shouted with great determination.

Toradon didn't even look at the screaming, flying Lawrence, and bowed slightly to Ansel: "It's just been a while since it last saw the young master, so Lawrance is very excited. It has never slacked off in guarding the lord and madam."

Ansel watched his mouse friend fly off into the distance and couldn't help but laugh, "You don't have to defend Lawrence after throwing it."

"It always turns serious meetings into jokes."

Toradon shook his head, "Right, Saville?"

The old butler, who was trimming flowers and plants not far away, looked up with a kind smile, "It's just because Lawrence and our young lord have a good relationship."

Over this period, the former pact heads' attitudes hadn't changed at all, as if they weren't confined to a space too narrow for them but were living a completely normal life.

Even though, if unleashed outside, these individuals could each cause massive disasters.

"During this period, I have collaborated with Falcon to investigate this space created by the lord."

Toradon walked with Ansel through the flower fields, with a massive falcon soaring overhead.

"The lord's creation is flawless."

Falcon's gentle and clear voice resonated from above: "To locate this space and break through the barriers set by the lord... young lord, it's unrealistic."

Ansel's hand brushed over the soft and delicate flowers without a word.

He knew that Falcon's confidence stemmed not from an absolute belief that no one could attack Flamelle and Annelisa, but from puzzlement over how those mysterious individuals discovered this space created by Flamelle for Annelisa, silently breached its barriers, and lay in wait for Annelisa's arrival.

They even had perfectly timed their attack for the moment when Flamelle was most powerless.

This question had been pondered by the other pact heads long ago, especially by Flamelle. Unfortunately, to this day, the pact heads still had no answer, and Flamelle had created an even more perfect space, the very realm they now inhabited.

The only person in the world who knew the answer, of course, was Ansel.

After the great despair had passed, Ansel had been endlessly sifting through his memories for information about those mysterious assassins. Although only sixty percent of the traverser's memory remained, Ansel had been fortunate enough to find traces of those individuals, remnants of that… faction.

And concerning them, this was the grandest scheme Ansel would set in motion during his journey to the Western lands in search of Evora.

Without responding to Falcon's words, Hydral suddenly asked, "Toradon, if all of you joined forces, could you kill all fifth-stage extraordinary beings of the Empire?"

Toradon was momentarily stunned; Ansel's question was exceedingly intense, leaving even the usually unflappable Toradon momentarily speechless.

"You mean..." The young man hesitated for a moment, repeating Ansel's question, "To kill them all, leaving none alive, is that correct?"

"Yes."

"It's somewhat challenging," Falcon's voice came from above.

"When the lord's power was still intact, it would have been somewhat challenging."

The old butler, silently following Ansel, spoke up: "As we are now, we cannot accomplish this, young lord."

Saville sighed deeply: "Take me, for instance. Although the spiritual essence awakened by the Head of Spirit hasn't vanished due to the lord's slumber, its effect has significantly diminished."

"Lawrence has lost his devouring and plundering abilities and has had to relinquish many powers he once consumed. Without the Head of Devouring, he cannot manage such a diverse range of powers."

"Falcon's insight has also waned greatly, no longer able to see through all things..."

He glanced at Toradon beside Ansel, then directed his gaze towards the single, completely sealed entrance to the garden: "Toradon and Tyrus have experienced the least decline in strength, but Void and Christo remain unaccounted for."

"With our current strength, even though young lord's power has evolved significantly, it is challenging to eliminate all the Empire's fifth-stage extraordinary beings. However..."

Saville analyzed meticulously, "If it's only two-thirds, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Considering their distribution, the spread of conflict, human interference, and many other factors..."

Toradon pondered for a moment before replying in a more measured tone, "If we strategize properly, we should be able to kill all the fifth-stage extraordinary beings. The maximum sacrifice would be two or three of us—acceptable losses. Lawrence can die first."

"I'll make sure you die first!"

Out of nowhere, Lawrence launched a flying mouse kick at Toradon's face, only to be sent flying into the sky again.

As he soared away, Lawrence shouted, "I support killing them all! Eliminate them, and there'll be no threat!"

Toradon turned to Ansel, eyes filled with seriousness: "Young lord, do you intend to proceed with this?"

Ansel's seemingly absurd question had set all of Flamelle's pact heads to contemplating its feasibility rather than questioning why he asked it.

After a moment of silence, the young Hydral smiled gently: "I was merely inquiring. Your task is to protect Father and Mother. Don't overthink other matters."

"I will handle everything."

Ansel turned to look at the small cottage, whispering softly: "I promised them."

When Father and Mother wake up, they'll see a world blooming with flowers.

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