A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

"Rest assured, young lord, I will eat! Uh... it seems I can't eat now, but no matter, I will definitely protect your family!"

Lawrence waved his paw vigorously, "Leave it to me!"

The young Hydral smiled and turned towards the only exit of the flower field. After greeting Tyrus, who was guarding the entrance, he disappeared from the space.

Lawrence gazed longingly at Ansel, and after he disappeared, he immediately became dejected:

"I also want to go on an adventure with the young lord... Can I send a clone out?"

"Young lord would never allow you to waste any strength while protecting the master," Toradon glanced at Lawrence, "Stop dreaming."

"I know! I just... I just want to help the young lord!"

"Young lord doesn't need it. You may not be more capable than the team he has assembled himself."

Toradon and Lawrence started bickering again, while only Saville sighed worriedly.

"But young lord indeed... needs help. I don't mean someone to assist him with tasks, but rather, rather..."

He couldn't quite articulate what kind of person he meant.

Young lord had saved the master and the mistress, and saved him, but his future seemed to be …getting tougher.

Because he didn't devour the master, didn't cross that forbidden line, would the young lord become less... cold? Is that really a good thing?

Saville knew Ansel's thoughts and character from his childhood and had witnessed Ansel's change after that disaster—if Ansel's heart slid back to his former self, how would he face the endless evils of these years? In the future... would he still act decisively to achieve his goals as he did in the past?

The old man didn't care whether Ansel did good or evil; he only hoped that Ansel's heart, already sharpened to be decisive enough, wouldn't fall back into... the initial torment.

Hope is a good thing, right? Miss Seraphina and Miss Ravenna are rare good girls in the world; they will help the young lord, no matter what, they will surely stand by his side.

Thinking of this, Saville felt much more at ease.

But... if there were more people who could help our young lord, it would be even better.

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"Are you sure you don't need me to stay and study the Nostrom?"

In the study, Ravenna, sitting in Ansel's lap and reading a book, said this.

"You yourself said that this is a monster only father can control." Ansel, reading the same book with Ravenna, smiled, "Creating such a simple deterrent is enough, there's no need to force anything else."

"...Hmph, that's just a way to praise Lord Flamelle's abilities."

Ravenna snorted softly, "I might be able to decipher the principles of controlling the Nostrom, just give me time."

"Saying 'I want to help you' in such an arrogant way, you really are something, Venna."

Ansel smiled and pinched Ravenna's cheek.

The petite scholar remained expressionless. She tapped Ansel's leg with her small foot wrapped in semi-transparent white silk, but when her chubby heel touched Ansel's leg, it felt more like a massage.

"Writing 'self-indulgent' on your face, you're quite something too, you little brat."

She shifted her hips, trying to jump off Ansel's lap, but the wicked Hydral firmly held her slender, soft waist.

"Then tell me," Ansel pressed his face against Ravenna's small cheek, smiling joyfully, "Say you don't want to help me."

"Come on, 'I, don't, want, to, help, you,' say it slowly, one word at a time."

Miss Ravenna didn't speak, she just turned her head and bit Ansel's lips five times.

"Childish."

Then, she left this word, her figure turned into iron-gray particles, and disappeared along with the book.

"...Why take the book too, and call me childish."

Ansel shook his head with a laugh, got up, and pulled out a new book from the shelf to read.

Meanwhile, a very familiar voice came from outside the door.

"Ansel, Ansel, can I come in!"

Ansel didn't speak; the door, already open, answered for him.

One lovely girl had just left, and another one came.

However, this lovely girl seemed a bit... strange.

She sneakily closed the door, her face full of hesitation for some reason.

But Ansel was still reading and didn't look up at her.

"What's the matter, Seri? Is something wrong?" Ansel asked as he turned the page of his book.

"Well, it's not really something... No, it is something. No, no... it can't be considered something—ah, I don't know!"

Seraphina, her mind in a whirl, didn't want to think any further and whispered, "I just want to spend some time with you, Ansel. Is that not allowed?"

Ansel put down his book and couldn't help but smile at her, "When have I ever refused such a request?"

The girl then joyfully ran to Ansel's side, plopping herself down on the ground right next to his leg, resting her arm and head on his thigh.

She loved being close to Ansel like this; resting on his thigh gave her a sense of peace, a near-addiction she couldn't shake.

Lying on Ansel's thigh, the wolf girl half-closed her eyes in comfort, almost humming in contentment.

But within seconds, her expression soured as her nose twitched.

"That little one's scent..." Seraphina muttered, looking up at Ansel with suspicion, "Was she here just now?"

"Yes, she was sitting right where you are now."

"Ugh! Shameless!"

—Seraphina, lying on Ansel's thigh, angrily criticized.

Ansel found it amusing and said nothing more.

"Sneaky, sneaky... I hate it."

Seraphina grumbled unhappily, "Not at all aboveboard."

"Hmm? So what does the aboveboard Seri want to do?"

"...Uh? Ah! I, I just want to spend some time with you, Ansel!"

With "I have other thoughts" written all over her face, Seraphina hurriedly waved her hands, "I didn't want to do anything! Didn't want to, didn't..."

Under Ansel's increasingly amused gaze, the girl's cheeks grew hotter. Unable to bear it, she covered her face and buried it in Ansel's thigh, mumbling, "I, I do have other thoughts, but... but there's a reason!"

After rubbing her face against Ansel's thigh for a while, Seraphina slightly turned her head, revealing half her face, and cautiously looked at Ansel with one eye.

"Um, Ansel..."

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"If I said I wanted... I wanted to leave you for a while, would you be angry?"

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