A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

As Seraphina made her way towards the imperial capital, she was unaware of her sister's thoughts. She only wanted to hurry, to help Ansel in her own way.

To avoid being detected by Ansel, she "cleverly" avoided using the teleportation array directly to the capital. Instead, she used a teleportation array to a large city, then walked to the next city before using another array, slowly making her way to the capital.

During the journey back to the village from Red Frost City after the Great Cold Wave, Seraphina truly came to understand the world. The future version of herself, who had grown into the invincible Sky Wolf Emperor, had also matured through long and arduous wanderings.

Seraphina believed that she should travel across the empire, seeking powerful opponents and enemies to grow stronger and better assist Ansel.

However, this meant leaving Ansel's side... Ansel couldn't possibly follow her everywhere. This thought made Seraphina hesitate.

"But... I can't continue like this."

After six days of preparation, Seraphina finally made up her mind and stepped into the teleportation array leading to the capital.

She enjoyed the comfort and relaxation of being by Ansel's side but didn't want to become complacent.

"Ansel didn't put this on me to make me his pet," she murmured softly, touching the collar around her neck, as her figure disappeared into the light of the teleportation array.

The next moment, the young girl appeared in the capital, clenched her fists, and declared with determination, "You must become stronger, Seraphina! Hmm... Has Ansel already noticed I'm back? Should I sneak into the manor to check—"

Boom!!!

The thunderous roar made Seraphina's hair stand on end. She kicked open the door of the teleportation room and stood in the corridor, her pupils contracting as she looked towards the source of the sound, the highest point of the capital.

She saw the blood-red sun hanging over the capital and the palace of Anthicheg, symbolizing the supreme status of the Flamefeast Royal, utterly destroyed.

"...Empress."

Bang!

With a ferocious and violent expression, the wolf shattered the corridor and landed amidst the startled cries of passersby, then sprinted towards the center of the capital!

There was no need for analysis or thought. The moment Seraphina received the information that there was a battle in the palace, she immediately concluded:

Ansel is there, and he needs help.

She reached this conclusion and dashed towards the palace complex. Only then did she vaguely sense her head, feeling that Ansel was indeed there.

Thus, this realization made Seraphina even more ferocious, sprinting like a hunter. The pedestrians on either side could only see a blur of lightning speed, each step shattering the bricks beneath her feet, sounding like continuous thunder.

Ansel... Ansel is going to fight the Empress?

So he didn't want me to stay by his side? Yes... It doesn't matter if I make mistakes in other things; nothing in this world can threaten Ansel. But in this matter, I am indeed… a burden to Ansel.

So you should stop, you should follow Ansel's wishes.

This thought surfaced naturally in Seraphina's mind.

"..."

But instead of stopping, Seraphina's ferocity intensified.

This isn't me.

I would think that Ansel must know I'm here, so if he didn't want me to come, he would have sent me away.

Therefore, he needs me now.

And you, this damned creature that put this thought in my head...

I will, some day, one day, tear your throat out for Ansel!

The wolf sprinted under the blazing sun, towards the supreme power she couldn't even look at, taking steps akin to marching towards death.

Seraphina occasionally felt envious of Marlina, envious of her ability to assist Ansel daily, to represent him gracefully in conversations with the nobles of the capital, never bringing shame to the name of Hydral.

Therefore, she would never hesitate or show weakness in matters she could accomplish.

Tyrus had once told Seraphina that the Head of Strength was Hydral's shield, Hydral's chariot.

Even though Hydral himself possessed supreme power, the Head of Strength, as the bearer of his cataclysmic physical might, had the responsibility to block all harm directed at Hydral and crush all his enemies.

The duties of the Head of Wind were no longer applicable to Seraphina, so she had long engraved the responsibilities of the Head of Strength deep in her heart.

Faster... faster!

The capital was vast, and it was unknown how long it would take to travel from the teleportation array at the edge to the central palace complex.

But if someone were to look down from above, they would see… a distinct crack spreading along the main road at an incredible speed towards the center of the capital, as if a chariot capable of crushing all obstacles was roaring through!

Boom!!

The second wave of violent impact descended without warning, nearly sending the sprinting Seraphina flying. Her feet dug into the ground, carving out two nearly ten-meter-long furrows. After stabilizing herself, she continued to sprint even faster.

So close... so close, almost there!

Her intuition, the breath transmitted by the Head of Wind, cut through her skin like blades at every moment.

Death, death, deathdeathdeath...

This was not a battlefield she could tread upon, not a fight she should interfere in. Ahead of her lay nothing but death.

But Seraphina had no intention of stopping. As long as Ansel hadn't told her to stop, hadn't told her to leave... then Ansel needed her!

Seraphina looked up and saw the high palace complex collapsing like a mountain cleaved in half. She saw an iron colossus slowly rising into the sky, with a black light emanating from the ouroboros behind it, countless iron-gray particles pouring out from the circle formed by the ouroboros.

She saw a figure, infinitely smaller than the iron colossus but infinitely more dazzling, also floating in the air. Though almost invisible, her presence was stronger than the blood-red sun burning above the capital.

Then, she saw the blood flames that scorched the sky replace the heavens, a blood flame sword, as if wielded by a god from the firmament, slashing down in wrath towards the iron colossus.

At this moment, Seraphina finally reached the end of her journey.

She felt the reassuring presence.

Thus, fate could not stop her, death could not stop her, and even the gods could not stop her.

The loyal yet rebellious wolf roared:

"I'll twist your head off and feed it to the dogs!"

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