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A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Warning: 1. MC is a mad hound. 2. The story is R-17.99 as the title suggests. —————— Ansel of Hydral, the Empire's most notorious villain, devours a peculiar being known as a "Traveller". In doing so, he glimpses a future of despair, a foreordained future featuring a war-god who can shatter armies, a saint bearing great sins, a mage discerning the truth, and a heroine of unassailable morality... These formidable "she" would destroy his family, his empire, everything he holds dear. Upon truly recognizing the cruelty and weight of fate, Ansel has an epiphany. "If the Empire requires reform, then there is no need for a so-called protagonist. Armed with this knowledge, I can effect change far more efficiently." "And as for you, the world's chosen ones..." "If destiny dictates that you cannot be obliterated, then I have no option but to make you fall... fall with me to the very end of the abyss." In essence, this is a tale of a villain rebelling against fate, taming the chosen daughters of heaven, all while orchestrating a transformative revolution in the world. ————— Harem No yuri

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589 Chs

The Incomplete Truth - IV

Her response left Marlina somewhat disappointed, "I don't know where your resentment towards Mr. Ansel comes from, but even if Mr. Ansel likely had a conflict with you for some reason, you still don't want to... forgive him?"

"Important... thing, do you know what you're talking about? Do you think there is anything in this world that could threaten him, force him to give up something?"

Ravenna's voice was a bit hoarse, "Even if we step back, there are many important things for him, how can I be sure which one it is? Rather... I can be sure that there is no such important thing between him and me as you mentioned."

"You don't know where my resentment comes from, do you? Let me tell you now."

Deep anger and... the sadness that Ravenna initially tried to brew, but thought did not exist, accumulated in her purple eyes.

"Ansel of Hydral, this man who claims to be my friend."

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