The villain's way of taming the protagonist

Marina ignored Xitana's fragility that was indistinguishable from begging for mercy: "Why do you, who are so stupid, insist on being so self-willed and self-righteous and want to change everything?"

"Then let me tell you the answer."

"Mr. Anser, he is paying the price." She calmly stared into Hitana's eyes that were on the brink of collapse, "Only when the price is paid, the nobles will be at peace. If he just issued orders, but didn't give any resources, any energy , Throw everything to the nobles, let them pay all the price—"

"Then no matter how much the nobles are afraid of him, these guys who have developed in Chishuang Territory for tens or hundreds of years have hundreds of ways to make Mr. Anser unable to get what he wants."

Marina's expression and words became more indifferent and cruel: "Now, do you know why Mr. Anser took the initiative to spend his own money to provide coal for the poor?"

"Because at such a huge price, no one dares to make a small move, no one dares to steal half of Mr. Anser's copper coin. All they can do is to be honest and follow Mr. Anser's plan and arrangement. Procure coal and distribute it.”

This is what Anser had predicted for Sitana that day.

The first is to attack strategy, the second is to attack diplomatic relations, and the second is to attack soldiers.

And Xitana, in the end, chose the roughest and most reckless "soldier".

"But you, Sitana." "No...it's not like this, it can't be like this..."

"You think so arrogantly that you can do things that even Mr. Anser can't." "No, no..."

"Letting the nobles take over all the expenses means that their network can be activated as they please-because Mr. Anser didn't pay the price, there is nothing that they are absolutely afraid of." "...not me."

"Cut corners, neglect, ignore...they will pay the price, because that's what Mr. Anser meant, but the size of the price is completely in their hands." "It's not me..."

"Are they afraid? They will be afraid, but this fear cannot overwhelm their greed and stinginess." "..."

"Yes, Mr. Anser can decide their life and death, but so what? Can Mr. Anser alone control everything in the entire Scarlet Frost Territory? Don't they think so?"

"Even if Mr. Anser pursues responsibility, they can use countless reasons and excuses to shirk it on the countless insignificant people in this huge network."

"This is the law of survival of nobles."

"Yes, there are many poor people, at least the poor in Scarlet Frost City. If Mr. Anser's plan is in place, they will definitely be able to survive this great cold wave."

"But you, Sitana."

This long trial has finally come to an end.

The sisters who seemed to have parted ways, one as the judge and the other as a sinner, stood in the dead silence where the cold wind was howling and despair was everywhere.

Marina, who had been let go by Sitana, pronounced the crime of the criminal without any kindness or hesitation:

"You killed them, Sitana."

"You killed everyone."

"not me!!!"

Sitana roared frantically and collapsed, and directly pushed Marina to the ground, into the thick snowdrift: "It's not me...not me! It's obviously those nobles, according to what you said, it's those nobles. The nobles killed them! Not me!"

"But they could have survived, everyone could have survived." Marina closed her eyes and said softly, "Originally, everyone could have survived."

The uncontrollable sadness and pain in those words reached Sitana's ears.

"..."

Sitana let go of Marina's collar, and she looked at her hands, which were trembling crazily and almost lost consciousness.

"It's not like this...it's not like this..."

The girl whose pupils had lost focus was on the verge of collapse. She hugged herself tightly and kept murmuring as if deceiving herself: "No, this is not right..."

"Are you still kidding yourself, Sitana?"

Marina opened her eyes again, with a sarcasm on her face: "Let me tell you, this is the reality. Moreover, it's not just Scarlet Frost City, if Mr. Anser really paid the price of saving the entire Scarlet Frost Territory poor people, then indeed Countless lives will be saved, but—”

"But you guessed it," she whispered softly.

"Except for Scarlet Frost City, there are so many cities, so many villages, and so many people."

"How many hells have been born because of you?"

"Ah...ah..."

Sitana let out a meaningless moan from her throat, and she...suddenly felt something watching her.

who is it?Is it Anser?No, Anser wouldn't look at her with that kind of eyes, who the hell?

Then, slowly raising her head, she saw herself in the pupils of those ice corpses.

All the ice corpses, all the fragile eyes that had turned into ice crystals reflected her figure.

Begging silently—

【I want to live】

"what!!!"

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The extremely shrill scream shattered the glass of Anser's mansion, and Marina, who was about to be pushed to the ground, let out a muffled groan, and blood flowed from both sides of her ears.

The wolf that had completely collapsed and howled madly: "Don't look at me! Don't look at me...don't come here! It's not me...it's not me!"

She slammed into the air frantically, and the terrifying cracking sound was enough to prove that every punch was full of hysteria,

The wolf scrambled to stand up, screaming hoarsely, attacking nothingness, and attacking everything around it indiscriminately, until it was exhausted under such violent and hysterical exertion, it stopped completely, trembling, looked Look at your hands.

Hands that are fair and delicate, reddened by the cold, but still beautiful.

Red, red... red?

In a trance, Sitana felt a sticky, stagnant, and slippery touch from her hand.

Tick.

Tick.

Trembling, she raised her head and looked around.

It was a ground, broken, without blood, without flesh and blood, so clean, so beautiful, like a work of art... stumps.

"what!!!"

In another scream... the wolf fled frantically.

Fleeing from this hell that she didn't have the courage to face.

Chapter 65 The Great Despair Part Two

Even if the cold wave is over, not many people are willing to take to the streets.

Snow accumulation, severe cold, desolation, depression... This will last for a long time, and it is also brought about by the great cold wave, which has more serious consequences than itself.

But no matter how serious the consequences are, it is nothing compared to death.

And on this empty and pale street, there is actually a person trekking in the snow at this moment.

Her pupils were dull, her face was pale, and her expression was chaotic, like a... a doll that could only walk.

Sitana saw more death.

All because of her death.

The scattered ice sculptures silently spoke of the pure despair they had experienced.

Why did they leave the warm house where the coals were burning?Why go to that cold, pitiless death?

Because they have no choice.

Those coals, who knows what they are like?Just like Marina said, those who cut corners, shoddy, or even impossible to ignite...

If those coals were really enough for them to survive the great cold wave, who would want to die?

And why come out again?

Do you still need to ask?For help, of course.

In order to seek help from the great Lord Hydera who had promised them impassionedly that he would help them survive the great cold wave.

Everyone, every desperate person, is so full of hope, embarking on the road of cold death.

"It's because of me..."

The girl trembled pitifully to herself: "Is it really... because of me?"

In fact, she already has the answer. Marina's trial of her couldn't be simpler and clearer.

Her sister's cold and ruthless words plunged Sitana into an unacceptable despair.

hell.

She created hell with her own hands.

So many people who should have survived, so many people who had the chance to see hope, ended up ending their lives in the snow.

And all of this was caused by her alone.

Sitana's stomach began to convulse, when she suddenly thought, these people on the first day, the second day, the third day... Seeing those poor coals that could not burn, shivering in the cold, their bodies and souls eroded by despair At that time, she was in a warm room without the slightest cold, wearing only a short jacket, running happily without any burden.

When they watched the flames fade away and the darkness fell completely, she broke a heat lamp that could save the family of three, and then under Anser's comfort, she completely ignored it.

When they were forced to go from the already extremely cold room to the even more bone-chilling, deathless road of death, just to seek the last hope from the benevolent and great man in that mansion...

She enjoys the richest food, bathes in clean and warm hot water, and can write that ridiculous and absurd diary in the warmth and happiness that makes her intoxicated.

At that time, there was only one door between her and them.

The person who had already walked to the door, who might be able to knock on the door with a wave of his hand, what was he thinking at that time?

"vomit--"

Sitana fell to her knees uncontrollably, retching non-stop.

The convulsive stomach seemed to be questioning her faults and berating her crimes.

Everything is ruined.

Whether it's her hope, Anser's reputation, or most importantly... the lives of those who should have lived.

All were destroyed.

Tears rolled down the numb and pale face.

The pupils without brilliance and focus just squeezed out tears like that dryly, full of all the despair, regret, and pain of the girl——

But so what?

Could it be that if she sincerely repents her mistakes now, can the dead come back?

Perhaps...perhaps the only consolation is that there are indeed many more poor people who have survived this great cold wave than before. The nobles may dare to do something, but they dare not do nothing.

But can this make her forgive herself?Those people, those people should have survived, and no one should have died in this natural disaster.

All of this is because of her arrogance, her arrogance, her ridiculous... self-righteousness.

Sitana, who had been complacent about her "achievements", punched hard in the stomach without holding back.

"vomit!"

She was already kneeling on the ground and almost fell to the ground. The tearful girl bent her body and beat herself up with punches and punches.

"Beast...beast...beast!"

"Sitana... you... bastard!"

The stomach acid vomited out of her mouth turned into saliva, and then from saliva to blood. Sitana, whose fists and abdomen were already numb from the pain, staggered to her feet and continued walking staggeringly.

She had come a long, long way—it was only now that Sitana realized that the distance from the outer city to the inner city, from those poor poor people to Anser's mansion...was so far away.

What kind of mood did they embark on that road of no return?Those people who fell in front of Anser's mansion... with what kind of will, they walked such a long and hopeless road in the wind and snow of death?

"Cough...cough..."

They trust Anser so much, even if they have to walk on that cold and dead road, they are willing to believe that as long as they can see Hydera, everyone can be saved.

But in the end, no one was saved.

Xitana, who was trekking in the snow, didn't know how long she had been walking, the blood she kept coughing up sprinkled a long dark red trail on the snow.

She saw fewer and fewer ice corpses, and they were getting closer and closer to the outer city, which meant that there were probably only these poor people who went out in despair.

But how many "these" are there?

Xitana no longer knew how many ice corpses she had seen, and she didn't know how many people who had hoped and yearned for Anser resolutely walked towards death.