A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 631 Artist and Monster - I

Amid the thunderous roar of collapsing debris, the cold, imposing visage of the steel colossus emerged through the shattered dome of the palace.

Outside, the residents of the imperial capital gazed in terror at the gigantic steel figure suspended in mid-air, the destruction and despair of the Day of Catastrophe seemingly returning, driving them to their knees in uncontrollable reverence.

As the cacophony of extreme violence gradually subsided, Hydral stood beneath the throne, smiling gently:

"What was it you wished to ask, Lord Sapphire?"

The ouroboros bracelet on his wrist emitted a barely perceptible glow. Entrusting everything to Ansel, Miss Scholar, utilizing Nidhoggur's extraordinary creation as a vessel capable of independent action and instant return from miles away.

Following his will, the steel colossus, capable of momentarily contending with weakened deities, was brought forth once more into the world.

This was the queen beside the king, a powerful card to reverse the situation at any moment.

"... Please forgive my presumption and rudeness, Lord Hydral."

Beneath the colossal sword that could crush the entire palace, the Duke of Sapphire, protected by a blue shield, was unharmed. He bowed his head in fear and trepidation: "How could I doubt your feelings for Her Majesty and the royal family, slandering your character and honor..."

"What must I do to earn your forgiveness, Lord Hydral?"

The Duke of Sapphire raised his head as he spoke, his handsome face full of remorse and regret.

"To earn my forgiveness, hmm..."

Supporting himself with a staff, Ansel lightly tapped the back of his hand with his fingers. He looked at the Duke of Sapphire, then at the other two dukes from Eastport, naturally standing on the same front, and with a reassuring tone, he said gently: "You are mistaken, Lord Sapphire. Do I seem so brutally dangerous in your eyes?"

Hydral, so young, not even half of the pact head present, could not possibly have the means to infiltrate to such an extent.

Ansel of Hydral... What else is he hiding?

The chaotic thoughts in the Duke of Sapphire's mind were interrupted by the increasing pressure transmitted through the necklace. The continuously trembling necklace reflected the sheer terror of the giant sword striking the shield—showing that the steel colossus had not even used its full strength, perhaps... not even exerting any effort, merely swinging its sword casually.

"Edward, we must retreat further!"

The voice of the Duke of Triumph reached the mind of the Duke of Sapphire from behind: "Hydral still has strength left!"

A long-planned test could not simply conclude with a straightforward yes or no. The dukes from Eastport had already made numerous predictions about today's situation and devised corresponding choices.

If, at the outset, Ansel had ignored the Duke of Sapphire's "offense," it would have signified that the young Hydral himself was on the edge of a precipice, unable to present a stronger counterweight, and even as a divine species, would have to relent.

Conversely, if Ansel retaliated against the offense, it would indicate that he still had greater depths of power, with the ferocity and violence of his response revealing just how formidable his hidden cards were.

Clearly, the current situation was the one they least wanted to see and considered the least likely.

And in such a scenario, the Duke of Sapphire's response was naturally as the Duke of Triumph suggested: continued retreat—

"I said, I am not angered by your offense."

But before the Duke of Sapphire could speak, Ansel had already aimed the dark barrel of the gun at him.

Seeing his frozen expression, the young Hydral's smile remained unchanged, as if chatting with an old friend rather than trying to smash him into a pulp or blow his brains out.