A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines - Chapter 527 The one to whom all nations bow - II
“Pfft—”
Seraphina, who accidentally let out a small sound, immediately covered her mouth. Meeting Ansel’s amused gaze, she coughed lightly in embarrassment, “I just, um… thought of something happy.”
Ravenna sighed, holding her forehead, “Ansel, you really…”
“Don’t worry, it’s not you this time.”
Ansel said, patting Gerald on the shoulder and giving the young man an encouraging look:
“Gerald, your opponent is not Arlo.”
He pointed to Seraphina, who was rubbing her cheek, and said with a smile:
“If you can last ten rounds against Seri, you will be my head of magic.”
“…Lord Ansel, is this—”
Gerald, feeling slighted, seemed to resist but stopped himself mid-sentence.
He looked at the white-haired girl, whose fame far surpassed Ravenna’s, a madwoman and monster known throughout the empire for daring to punch the empress. Taking a deep breath, he said:
“I understand, Lord Ansel.”
Gerald bowed his head to Ansel, respectfully and devoutly, “If this is your request, then I will do everything in my power… to meet your expectations!”
When the young man raised his head, his eyes were filled with fierce determination and fighting spirit.
“Please, Miss Marlowe.”
The ring on his hand emitted a starlit glow, and an invisible yet powerful wave of energy swept through, causing Seraphina’s eyes to flicker.
“Are you…” she asked cautiously, “Are you sure you want to fight me?”
“You are Lord Ansel’s trusted spear and shield. I believe that even at the third stage, you possess the strength to surpass most fourth stages in this world. Therefore, I will give it my all, but… please be careful.”
Gerald, holding the starlit light, declared:
“I am not like the ‘majority.'”
“Uh… alright, then good luck.”
Seraphina scratched her head and walked towards the large open space that had been bombarded by Ravenna but remained undamaged.
At this moment, Ansel had already approached Ravenna from behind, reaching out to pinch her smooth, tender cheeks.
“…Let go, this is boring.”
Ravenna discontentedly slapped Ansel’s hand, but he showed no intention of releasing her.
After a few more slaps, which failed to make Ansel relent, the scholar lady could only keep a stern face, allowing Ansel to continue pinching. “Honestly,” she mumbled, “how many rounds do you think this guy can last against your wolfhound?”
Ansel silently extended five fingers in front of Ravenna.
“Five rounds… that’s about what I thought.”
“No.”
The young Hydral bent down, his face close to Ravenna’s, and together they looked at Seraphina, who was flexing her wrists.
“Five seconds.”
Four seconds later, Seraphina ran towards Ansel with a look of terror.
“Ansel, Ansel! I didn’t mean to kill him! How was I supposed to know he exaggerated his abilities so much, and then—”
“Why did you immediately declare him dead?” Ansel looked at the flustered Seraphina with amusement. “He’s just seriously injured; a week or so of rest will suffice.”
“I… I was afraid you’d think I wanted to kill him.”
Seraphina shrank her neck guiltily. “That guy, really, if he can’t back it up, he shouldn’t boast so much!”
“But Gerald is indeed my chief sorcerer, and he is indeed very strong.”
Ansel ruffled Seraphina’s hair. “You are stronger, Seraphina. You are just a step away from breaking through to the fourth stage.”
Relieved, Seraphina laughed, but her laughter soon faded.
“But I can’t find that important point.”
The girl said somewhat dejectedly, “I always feel like I can break through that barrier with a punch at any moment, but it also seems so far away.”
Seraphina, who usually disliked reading, had even gone through books, learning that the ascension and transformation beyond the third stage came from an extraordinary being’s further mastery of their essence.
From the young prince, who had just ascended the throne, to the young heir holding the scepter… Seraphina needed to knock on that door, allowing her to understand the essence of the beast more profoundly.
Her ambition for power, her thirst for combat… Seraphina felt she did not lack these qualities, yet she still couldn’t push open the door to the fourth stage.
What was she missing? Seraphina didn’t know. She could only attribute it to her lack of real life-and-death combat experience.
Ansel, seeing the somewhat downcast Seraphina, gently patted her head without saying a word.
Ravenna looked up at Ansel, her expression thoughtful.
“So, is he really your chief sorcerer?” Ravenna glanced at Gerald, who was “dead”-lying on the ground, helping Ansel change the subject.
“Doesn’t he look like it?”
“How can your chief sorcerer be only at the fourth stage?”
Ansel smiled, “The emphasis is on ‘mine,’ not ‘chief.'”
With that, Ravenna understood. She snorted coldly, “As expected, a cautious little brat with no sense of security.”
Despite her words, Ravenna quietly held Ansel’s other hand.
The heritage and power of Hydral could certainly attract many fifth-stage powerhouses. However, Flamelle was one of the least ambitious Hydrals in a thousand years, and his forces were not vast. Even so, if Ansel wanted, it wouldn’t be difficult to find fifth-stage powerhouses to work for him.
But for such people, Ansel would only use them temporarily, never considering truly placing them under his command.
“In the originally intended future…”
Ansel looked at Gerald being carried away and said something that neither of the girls expected:
“Gerald is indeed my chief sorcerer.”
“What?!” Seraphina was shocked, “Really? Him? So… so when will you—”
“I told you, he’s not that bad; it’s just that you two are too strong.”
Ansel helplessly pinched Seraphina’s nose, “He’s twenty-five this year. In seven years, he will reach the fifth stage, and he will do so without my help… A fifth-stage extraordinary being at thirty-two is rare in the history of the Empire.”
The heroines’ incredible talents made them mistakenly believe that Ansel’s current subordinates were weak.
In reality, it was never like that. It was just that their talents were so extraordinary that even fate favored them, making them seem… unreasonable.
“Not just Gerald, Rhine is also my future head of devouring.” Ansel casually dropped another bombshell that stunned the two girls.
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