The villain's way of taming the protagonist

His voice and image were so clear and distinct in Sitana's eyes, they were no longer the blurred illusion in that dream, let alone the illusory phantom she saw in a trance after gradually collapsing in the past few days.

Before Sitana's eyes, it was real Anser Hydra who could be touched by her.

The dagger fell to the ground, and the trembling girl could no longer restrain her emotions, and threw herself into his arms and began to cry loudly.

All the loneliness these days, all the fear, all the despair, all... not being understood, self-denial, all vented out at this moment.

She really wanted to try to stop crying and not be so weak and embarrassed, but the tears and sobbing couldn't be stopped no matter what.

"Anser... Anser..."

The wolf who lost everything, even killed himself, hugged Anser tightly, hugging the only thing she really had left... the only thing.

"You saved me again...and again..."

The girl muttered to herself in shame and humility, her body that seemed so delicate at this moment still couldn't stop trembling.

"I didn't save you, Sitana, you saved yourself."

Anser held Sitana's cheeks and said softly:

"The imprint on your body will only be effective at the moment when you are unwilling to give up your life. Only when you don't want to die, I will come to you."

He lowered his head and gently pressed Hitana's forehead:

"Only if you don't give up on yourself, I won't give up on you."

"……But."

There was peace of mind in Xitana's tear-filled pupils, but also a little bewildered.

Don't give up on... yourself.

But I was obviously already——

"Okay, next, it's a private topic between the two of us."

Anser let go of Hitana temporarily, but still held her hand, and turned to look at the boundless night:

"So, you have to ask irrelevant people to leave."

"Wendigo, the leader of the Dark Flood Force in the New World."

Anser's voice was very calm, but there was a kind of terrifying coercion that only the strong could perceive in this calmness.

It cannot be cut even if the self is split into nine parts. It originates from the sixth stage of [Abyss], the [end] level of the doomsday monster Hydra... Absolute oppression!

"One of the commanders of the eleven fifth phases of the new world, an absolute supporter of the destruction faction, and a top illusionist."

He couldn't help laughing, as if the reality was too absurd: "A character like you is willing to work as a coolie in this village for such a long time just to force Hitana to commit suicide. I should admire your determination after all. , or should I feel sorry for your indifference?"

"... Hydera." Wendigo's deep voice came from all directions.

"What? You just called me, but you still don't want to show up?" Anser raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Only a fool would make a meaningless gamble at this moment."

The existence of Wendigo seems to have melted into the night, but the voice is everywhere:

"No one knows what you can do, and how far you can do it... It's like I thought the domain I set up has isolated everything, but you can still come to Lance in the end."

"Because people will learn lessons." Anser said such an unclear sentence, "When you are hurt deeply enough, you can either stay away from things that can hurt you, or try your best...to prevent yourself from being hurt in advance, isn't it? ?"

Wendigo was silent for a while, then nodded clearly: "So that's it... If that's the case, you put a lot of effort into the level of 'protection', and it's indeed normal."

"What do you want to say to me?" Anser said leisurely, and at the same time he did not forget to stroke Sitana lightly, "If you want to leave, I can't stop you."

Wendigo was silent again, as if he was seriously thinking about something.

"...No, I don't think it's the right time yet. There is probably only one thing to say."

"Hydera, we are not your enemies. I believe you are also very clear that you, the enemy of your family, will always have only one."

"Not the emperor, not the empire, not me, but the madness that erodes you, the abyss that devours you."

Then, there was no more sound.

The glinting moonlight under the deep night seemed to become clearer, and the domain that shrouded the surroundings dissipated, announcing the complete withdrawal of Wendigo.

And...the two extremely realistic corpses on the ground also disappeared together.

"Jo, Jota? Carver?!"

Xitana's pupils constricted sharply, and she almost instinctively wanted to crawl over with her hands and feet, but Anser held her back.

"Don't worry, that's not true, your friends are still looking for you everywhere."

The young Hydera smiled and said in relief: "As I said, Wendigo is the leading illusion master in the empire. If I don't work hard, even I may be deceived now, let alone you."

"So...so!"

Xitana grabbed the corner of Anser's clothes, the expectation and longing in her eyes were so clear: "They're all right? They're all right, right?"

Anser sighed: "It seems a bit too much...but it doesn't matter."

Even though he said this, he repeated it very patiently: "Your friends and your family members were not harmed. Although the Destroyers are dangerous radicals, they have not been radicalized to this point. He is just They force you to submit and make you commit suicide."

Speaking of this, Anser couldn't help chuckling: "He can directly apply spells to your soul, but he still chooses to create a physical illusion. He is really cautious enough."

And Hitana, who learned that her family and friends will not be hurt any more, has completely lost her strength.

If Anser hadn't pulled her, she would have collapsed limply to the ground.

Great...it's all over.

No one was injured, no one died, and everything ended in the best possible way.

Ah, no, and me.Should I say something to Anser at this time?

Xitana opened her mouth as she looked at the face she hated, the one she loved, and the face she could never lose in this life.

To show my loyalty to Anser... Even erasing myself, willing to let Anser dominate, loyalty that doesn't matter as a puppet.

Xitana's hand holding Anse's clothes was getting stronger and stronger. She was kneeling on the ground with her head lowered, trembling all over.

Should I lean down, kiss Anser's toes, and tell him that I am nothing but his property in the future?

The girl tried her best to bend her waist, but no matter how hard she tried, her body only bent slightly while trembling.

No matter how she succumbed to Anser in her heart, how she flattered Anser, her body, her ego, her self-esteem recognized by Anser...but she resisted all of them fiercely.

I should have done this, but I... I don't want to.

"Anser..."

Poor wolf, who lost everything, raised his head and stared at his own devil with begging eyes: "I must, must be like this, so that I can accompany—"

"Can you stand up, Sitana?"

A soft voice rang in her ears.

"...Huh? Huh? I...well, I can."

Sitana wiped away the tears accumulated in her eyes in embarrassment, and stood up with some difficulty under Anser's support.

"Take a walk around your village."

Anser didn't say anything about "loyalty", "self", "training", but just said this, smiling and holding Sitana's hand: "Although it's dark night, it's not interesting, isn't it?" ?"

"……Um."

Sitana responded in a low voice, with a confused expression, not knowing how to respond.

So, Anser took her like this and turned around the village.

"Although I have been changed by those courteous guys, I remember most of the places very clearly. Sitana, you are the same."

Anser said with emotion, pointing to a thick dead tree: "You climbed this tree when you were five years old, but you accidentally fell down. I was fine, but it scared Marina to tears."

Xitana was stunned, and the corresponding memory soon appeared in her mind, Marina's crying at that time and her frantic comfort, everything was so vivid.

But... But why did Anser know this?

The boy continued to lead the increasingly bewildered girl for a walk in the snow, and told one after another about the countless little things Sitana had experienced in her life from birth to the present, some of which she herself had forgotten. , the little things that are too small to be small.

"Nine-year-old winter, you had a snowball fight with Ruiyota and the others here, you cried two boys, Ruiyota has been following your ass and laughing, since that winter, they have not followed you It's a snowball fight."

"In the summer when you were ten years old, you and Marina secretly went swimming in the lake over there, but your Uncle Laerto found out, and you were scolded miserably when you brought them home."

"Ten-year-old winter, you brought back a huge wild boar, yelled happily, and attracted the whole village. You should still have its tusks in your bedroom as a souvenir, right? "

"In the spring of 12 years old, you are going to the Tianshuang Tower to enroll, and the whole village is seeing you off."

"16 years old, that is, this year."

Anser looked at Xitana, and sighed with some nostalgia: "You and Marina were captured by the Earl of Scarlet Frost. At the same time, the next day, I came to Scarlet Frost City. In order to please him, I haven't had time to enjoy it in the future." You guys gave it to me."

"Anser...I..."

Xitana's mind was in a mess: "You...have you been paying attention to me a long time ago?"

"Focus? No, no, I didn't even know you existed until I was ten years old."

Anser smiled and shook his head.

"Yeah, but why did you—"

"Want to know the answer?"

Standing in the snowstorm, the young Hydera let go of Sitana's hand.

Sitana instinctively wanted to reach out to grab it immediately, but Anser avoided it.

The fear of being abandoned arises spontaneously, but Sitana met Anser's eyes before she could plead in the future.

That was the seriousness she had never seen in Anser's eyes, and...

consciousness.

"Sitana." Anser stared at the girl who had suffered so much, "Do you hate me?"

"I, I didn't, I wouldn't—"

Sitana naturally wants to veto subconsciously, she can no longer hate Anser anymore.

"Answer me with your heart, Sitana."

Anser's voice became a little cold: "Do you really hate me, or...hate everything I have done to you?"

"Do you hate me for playing with your soul, trampling your life, and all my 'arrangements' for you?"

"..."

In the dark night and snowstorm, Sitana's body trembled constantly.

Not because of the cold, but because of something...she couldn't say.

At this moment, Hitana felt something.

She felt that her answer would determine her future and her future life.

"Sitana, back to—"

Bang!

Once again, Anser was pinned to the ground by Xitana's collar.

Only this time, Hitana wasn't crazy, nor did she lose her mind. Although her behavior had already given the answer, she didn't reveal any emotions related to "hatred".

Only...sorrow.

"Yeah, I hate you, Anser."

The girl's waist gradually bent, she put her head on Anser's chest, and said softly:

"I hate you, I hate all the so-called arrangements you made for me, and I hate you for insisting on telling this matter yourself."

"You obviously already got everything from me, why do you have to tell me this?"

She raised her face slightly, her heartbroken and sad expression made Anser's eyes freeze slightly.

"So I understand, you want me to take the initiative to surrender to you, right? You want me to willingly abandon even the last trace of self-esteem and ego even though I know how you play with me, don't you? "

Her voice gradually trembled: "So until now, you asked me this question just to get my answer, right?"

Hot and humid tears wet Anser's skirt.