A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 425: Perfectly Happy - I

(Note: I added 500 words in the last chapter on 2024/4/19, don't forget to read them^^ You don't have to give extra pay if the chapter was unlocked before!^^)

Ansel stood on the balcony, gently caressing the sleek, dark yet gleaming barrel of Gleipnir. The sunlight refracted off the gun, mirroring his rare, contemplative expression in his sea-blue eyes.

"Ansel!"

A jubilant cry from behind startled him before he could turn; a gust of wind brushed against his back followed closely by some soft, firm cottons against his head.

The tall Miss Wolf leapt up, wrapping her arms around Ansel from behind, her legs entwined around his waist as she hung on his back, giggling, "Are we setting off?"

"It depends on father's plans."

Ansel, without turning, reached back to pat Seraphina's head, chuckling, "Looking forward to it?"

"Absolutely! That...uh, that Zero Realm Enigma sounds so formidable! Mr. Flamelle even mentioned that my advancement to the fifth stage could happen there. I definitely want to see it."

Just yesterday, Flamelle had inquired at the dinner table if Ansel had informed Seri about the Zero Realm Enigma, revealing to her that today Flamelle intended to take Ansel to that mysterious realm.

The Hydral badge Flamelle gifted her on her birthday not only withstands a full-force attack from a sixth-stage divine species for ten seconds but also serves as the key to the Zero Realm Enigma, capable of elevating Seraphina from the fourth to the fifth stage.

Unlike her knowledgeable sister, the naive Miss Wolf was unaware of what the Zero Realm Enigma truly entailed, hence her excitement when Flamelle promised to take her along.

"Ans, Seri."

A mature male voice came from behind as they affectionately clung to each other. Seraphina turned to see the handsome, mature Hydral standing with one hand behind his back and the other resting on a scepter, smiling warmly at them.

"Are you ready? It's time to depart."

Seraphina wanted to cheer but first instinctively glanced at Ansel, whom she was embracing.

"We are ready, father."

Ansel nodded slightly, his sinister black hand cannon transforming into a dignified scepter. Sensing Ansel's subtle unease, Seraphina silently slid off him and stood obediently to the side.

The young Hydral stood on the balcony, bathed in light, facing his father, and declared, "Let us seek what you need."

With these thoughts, Helen pondered for a moment before hearing a voice from above.

"Sorry, I was just having a chat with the master of this place,"

Flamelle's laughter pierced through the roaring hurricane. "The greetings are over, prepare yourselves, youngsters, the portal is about to open."

The mature Hydral hovered in mid-air before the trio, his robe unswayed by the fierce winds capable of blowing stones off the mountain. He elegantly extended his scepter forward, and at the same moment, Seraphina and Helen felt... an overwhelmingly massive and terrifying ether, gathering at the tip of the scepter with a momentum that seemed poised to annihilate everything.

Helen focused on the tip of Flamelle's scepter, a manipulation of ether beyond her own comprehension, while Seraphina suddenly felt a chill down her spine and abruptly turned to look towards the higher, utterly inscrutable reaches above the clouds.

Meanwhile, Ansel, caressing his serpent-headed scepter, watched Flamelle's figure in silence, his unusual demeanor perceptible even to Seraphina.

Before long, the tip of Flamelle's scepter began to oscillate, sending out ripples that grew larger and more exaggerated in amplitude and frequency as the ether increased, the winds enveloping the mountain crushed by the swirling vortex of condensed ether, and then—

Crack!

Seraphina struggled to describe the sound she had just heard, somewhat reminiscent of... glass shattering.

But what Flamelle's scepter tip revealed was not shattered glass.

It was... a shattered world.

"Do not look," Ansel whispered, gently covering Seraphina and Helen's eyes with his hands.

"The fundamental essence is still too premature for you. Father has shielded all erosion, but for you now, merely gazing would cast you into the abyss."

Meanwhile, he himself gazed upon the scene before him, his expression unchanging.

There was neither the bizarre kaleidoscope of colors nor was it composed of abstract, distorted blocks of color; rather, it was profoundly simple.

It was merely black.

Encompassing everything, embracing all... When the world fractures, the essence of everything naturally flows forth.

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