A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Ephesande, holding Ansel's chin, leaned in so close that their noses almost touched, her breath sweet and fiery against his face.

"I will remember everything you have done for me. Whatever you need, once I become the one and only great being... including myself, I will give it all to you."

"So now!"

Her gaze and expression suddenly turned savage and ferocious. "Give me... give me that power, that possibility! I will not allow you to sever it as you did before!"

"Alright, I understand."

In her delirious and frenzied state, Ephesande had not considered why Ansel had the courage to come to Anthicheg alone, or why he remained so calm.

Perhaps she had already assumed that something had happened to Flamelle, and Ansel had come to her for help.

But more likely, Ephesande simply did not believe Ansel had any means to oppose her.

In her eyes, only a divine species could contend with another divine species. Without Flamelle, what ally could Ansel possibly find?

To her, Ansel must have realized his helplessness and chosen to surrender.

"Please... observe carefully."

His sermon began anew, and his sea-blue eyes seemed to swell with an irresistible allure. Ephesande quickly became entranced, her own eyes darkening, and the flames of her feast instinctively began to battle the abyss.

"Ah... I see it, dominion, control... everything..."

Ephesande murmured in a trance. "Overturn the sky, invert the earth, gather the seas..."

Though she appeared completely bewitched, the terrifying aura that continued to rise was undeniably real.

She seemed to have truly… found some possibility!

"Disintegration... reshaping... recreating... the world..."

The pressure grew heavier and heavier, to the point where even extraordinary beings could be crushed to death. This oppressive force gathered within Anthicheg, making it seem impossible for anyone to harm the empress who had grasped some kind of possibility.

But Ansel knew that Ephesande could never succeed.

If fate intended to destroy the empire, the most crucial step would be to sever the lineage of the divine species.

With Hydral's lineage nearly extinguished, how could fate allow the birth of a seventh-stage monster within the Flamefeast Royal?

"Right there... no... no! No, it's not—"

Ephesande's entranced murmurs suddenly turned into a furious and terrified scream. No one knew what her "possibility" had transformed into, and at that moment, two other mutations occurred!

First, Ansel suddenly produced a ball of light from the surrounding darkness and forcibly thrust it towards Ephesande. Simultaneously, the entire space within Anthicheg… began to twist violently without warning!

The distortion and fragmentation, like unstable, isolated spaces being carved out, shot towards Ephesande like cannonballs!

"Ah——!!!"

The piercing scream failed to echo across the imperial capital, drowned out by the thunderous roar of the strike. All eyes in the capital, focused on Anthicheg, witnessed the ancient palace, standing for millennia…

Being leveled from the highest point of the city!

"I've had enough of you, you wretched fucking bitch."

A figure, blazing red, appeared with these crude words.

Evora, clad in a flame-colored gown, stepped onto the rubble with an expression of utmost disgust: "Your damned lustful face is truly nauseating."

"Ev...o...ra!"

A hysterical roar reverberated through the capital:

"You damned traitor... Do you think I won't kill you!"

Evora raised her hand skyward, and a twisted space with a diameter of over a hundred meters formed above the ruins of Anthicheg. Ignoring the threat, she unleashed pure destruction upon the highest point of the capital, symbolizing the glory of the Flamefeast.

Boom, boom, boom, boom——!

From the highest point, the terrifying, twisted, unstable space ground everything within a hundred-meter radius into dust.

The entire capital began to tremble under the deafening roar!

"Fool, when you, you cowardly trash, tried to use Ansel to become some elusive seventh stage."

Evora enunciated each word: "We were already... in a fight to the death, you old bastard!"

"Do you think I will let you continue to usurp the power that rightfully belongs to me… and live indefinitely!"

The entire towering structure where Anthicheg resided had been utterly destroyed by Evora, yet the Source Flame still floated in the air like a sun, seemingly indifferent to it all.

"...Hey, Ansel." Evora turned to Ansel, her gaze becoming even more violent, "This is not what you promised. Where is the absolute certainty you spoke of to defeat this old thing?"

"Hasn't she already weakened significantly?" Ansel shrugged.

"That's not enough!"

Evora roared: "Do you think this level of weakening is——"

Pfft——

The once-arrogant Elder Princess suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, as her entire body seemed to be crushed under an invisible force… almost being obliterated on the spot!

Fortunately, Evora quickly erected an independent spatial barrier around herself to isolate the terrifying force, but the space around her began to twist rapidly, as this force could almost instantly crush even space itself!
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"Ansel!!!"

Amidst Evora's roar, Ansel, holding Gleipnir, fired a shot into the abyss below.

Meanwhile, Evora, rapidly recovering and resisting the force, continued to rage: "You tell me your confidence is this toy?! Do you want to get us both killed here!"

"Don't rush... wait a little longer."

Ansel murmured softly, "It should take effect soon."

"Wait? Wait any longer and I'm gonna... huh?"

Evora could clearly feel the force exerted on her rapidly diminishing. What on earth was happening?

"This intensity..." Ansel frowned slightly, "Between the fifth and sixth stage? Still difficult to handle."

"...How did you do it?"

Struggling to maintain the spatial barrier, Evora incredulously asked, "Did you really weaken her?!"

Ansel smiled and replied, "It's a secret."

The answer was actually quite simple. The item he shot towards Ephesande was something Flamelle had used in the original timeline to maintain sanity for ten years despite a severely damaged soul.

It was created from the remnants of that miraculous object, with effects similar to the original.

The miraculous object that severed Hydral's curse truly eradicated the endless flood of information and abyssal corruption. Once formed, it completely freed one from the abyss's influence. However, losing the endless understanding and knowledge of the world and the abyss made it impossible for Flamelle to maintain the sixth stage.