A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 740 Letting Go and Moving On - IV

With these words, she effortlessly commanded the writhing shadows on the floor to turn her wheelchair, slowly guiding her out of the conference room. As she brushed past the slightly rigid young girl, it was as if she had merely passed through air.

In the long corridor, Nine couldn't help but ponder: what would Miss Seraphina... say to Mr. Ansel?

Undoubtedly, she would first anxiously express her feelings, inadvertently revealing the depths of her panic and concern.

"Ansel... so many dragons and Evora, do you intend to face them alone? It's far too dangerous. I... I'm so worried about you. Please, don't fight alone!

I can help you! I'm capable of helping you now!"

Then, despite being the one most burdened and pained, Mr. Ansel would still strive to soothe her emotions, urging her not to place undue pressure upon herself, and refusing Miss Seraphina's plea to join the battlefield.

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"It's alright, Seri. I'll find a solution. As for you... the frontlines are far too dangerous. Your spiritual essence is unique; you'd become a coveted target for many dragon clans. Don't overthink it; you've already exerted yourself tremendously as of late."

Thereafter... they would confide their innermost feelings to each other, seeking solace and strength from one another, though this exchange was destined to be unilateral.@@@@

"But I... I've barely been of any help to Ansel. It's been this way so many times, how could I possibly—"

"Cease such nonsense. Who dared to strike the Empress last time? How could you possibly think you haven't been of any help to me?"

For Mr. Ansel, solace from others was now unattainable. Miss Seraphina... was merely receiving unconditional comfort and tenderness from Mr. Ansel.

"But... but even so, Ansel, do you really—"

Unable to contribute anything at this crucial moment, yet still draining Mr. Ansel's energy... how selfish, Miss Seraphina. Miss Ravenna likely shares a similar disposition.

Ultimately, the conversation would conclude with Mr. Ansel's gentle reassurances, yielding no results, no plans, resolving nothing, leaving only two self-centered girls to once again spiral into cycles of self-indulgence and self-doubt.

"I'm fine," Mr. Ansel would say... while still trapped in his agonizing predicament.

But it's alright, Mr. Ansel.

Ansel remained silent, gently stroking Seraphina's snow-white short hair. Ravenna said nothing more, perched on the chair's armrest, leaning against Ansel with her eyes closed, quietly resting.

Ansel, softly embracing both girls, finally felt a sense of tranquility.

If he could forget about how to save Evora, if he could stop exhausting himself thinking about how to defy fate, perhaps... he could endlessly enjoy this peace.

Everything seemed to be telling Ansel: Look, you now have a new life, and soon you'll possess invincible power. Why rush? Why let that flood of hatred blind you?

Why not let go, why not... take a step back?

This way, they wouldn't worry so much about you, wouldn't suffer from your pain, right?

"...Ansel?" "Ansel?"

At that moment, sensing a change in Ansel's emotions, Seraphina and Ravenna almost simultaneously looked at him, calling his name in different tones.

After a brief silence, Ansel smiled and shook his head: "It's nothing, you're both too sensitive... This is fine as it is."

"This is... fine as it is."

Let go?

The former devil, harboring a fury towards fate a thousandfold more intense than the flames of immolation, the devil who crawled out from the depths of hell – in his contemplation of fate, the words "let go" could never appear.

Even now, he certainly couldn't let go, but compared to before, these words had begun to surface in his mind.

...So, would there be a day when he seriously considered these words; would there be... a day when he accepted them?

No.

Ansel told himself, expressionless.

Never.

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