Volume 3

Chapter 40 : The Great Horror Hidden Behind the Scenes (9K)

Anselm, sitting by the bed, gently loosened his hold on Mother’s hand, took one last look at his parents who were still deep in slumber, and stood up to leave the bedroom.

Coming outside the small hut, without waiting for Anselm to ask, Tornado spoke up: “The condition of the Lord and the Madam is very stable. Although waking up will still require a long time, it is only a matter of time.”

Anselm touched Laurence, who had climbed onto his shoulder, and said warmly: “It has been hard on you.”

“What is hard about this?” Laurence crossed his arms over his chest, shaking his head and sighing, “I still feel I haven’t done enough. Young Master… How about you take me out? Taking a clone out would be fine too.”

It looked at Anselm eagerly, pleading with utmost sincerity: “In a messy place like the West Kingdom, I would be of great use! Really, really!”

“Cut the nonsense, go keep watch.”

Tornado frowned slightly and raised his hand; Laurence was grabbed by the tail out of thin air and flung directly away.

“Tornado, I will shit on your staff sooner or later!”

Laurence’s screaming became fainter as it flew further away, yet it shouted with soul-stirring resonance.

Tornado did not even look at Laurence, who was screaming as he flew away, and lowered his head slightly to Anselm: “It has just been a while since it saw the Young Master, so it is too exciting. Regarding the protection of the Lord and the Madam, it has never been the slightest bit slack.”

Anselm gazed at the figure of his rat friend flying into the distance and could not help but laugh: “You didn’t really need to defend it after throwing it away.”

“It always turns serious meetings into jokes.”

Tornado shook his head: “Right, Saville.”

The old butler, who was trimming flowers and plants not far away, raised his head and smiled kindly: “It is just because Laurence has a good relationship with the Young Master.”

As time passed, the former Contract Heads had not changed their mindset in the slightest, as if they were not trapped in this world that was too narrow for them, but were living an incomparably normal life.

Even though this group of guys were put outside, every single one of them was a fierce individual and madman capable of setting off a massive disaster.

“During this time, Peregrine and I joined hands to explore this space created by the Lord.”

A tornado followed Anselm through the flower fields, and a giant falcon also swept across the sky.

“The Lord’s creation is impeccable.”

Peregrine’s gentle and clear voice came from above: “To be able to locate this place and break through the barrier set by the Lord… Young Master, this is not realistic.”

Anselm’s hand gently stroked the soft and delicate flowers, remaining silent.

He knew that Peregrine was not confident to the point that it was absolutely impossible for anyone to attack Flamel and Elnilisa, but was rather puzzled by one thing—by what means did those mysterious people find this space Flamel created for Elnilisa, silently break through the barrier, and lie in ambush waiting for Elnilisa’s arrival.

And they timed it perfectly for the moment when Flamel was most powerless.

The other Contract Heads had thought about this question long ago, and Flamel even more so.

It was a pity that to this day, the Contract Heads still had not obtained an answer, while Flamel had created an even more perfect space, which was the domain they were currently in.

The only person in this world who knew the answer was, of course, Anselm.

After that great despair had passed, Anselm had ceaselessly searched through his memories for intelligence regarding those mysterious assassins.

Although that transmigrator’s memory only retained sixty percent, Anselm was still lucky enough to find news about the remnants of those people, that batch of… forces.

And regarding them, it was the biggest setup Anselm wanted to lay during his trip to the West Kingdom to find Ivora Flame.

Without answering Peregrine’s words, the Hydra suddenly said: “Tornado, if all of you combined your forces, could you kill all the Tier 5 transcendents in the Empire?”

Tornado was stunned for a moment; Anselm’s question was obviously a bit too intense.

Even he, who was calmest when not involving magic, did not react immediately.

“You mean…” The young man hesitated for a moment and repeated Anselm’s words just now, “Kill them all, leave none alive, is that it?”

“Yes.”

“It would be somewhat forced.” Peregrine’s voice came from above.

“Only when the Master’s power was still present could it be counted as somewhat forced.”

The old butler following silently behind Anselm spoke up: “The current us cannot achieve this matter, Young Master.”

Saville sighed with utmost helplessness: “Take me for example. Although the Spiritual Essence awakened because of the Head of Spirit did not dissipate due to the Master’s slumber, the effect is already far less than before.”

“Laurence lost the power to devour and plunder, and at the same time was forced to abandon many abilities it had once devoured. Without the Head of Devouring, it cannot control so many miscellaneous powers.”

“Peregrine’s insight has also weakened a lot and can no longer see through all things…”

He looked at Tornado beside Anselm, then cast his gaze toward the only entrance of the garden which had been completely sealed: “Tornado and Tyr’s strength declined the least, but Wang and Christo Longjin are still completely unheard of.”

“With our current strength, even if the Young Master’s power is no longer what it used to be, it is still difficult to kill over a hundred Tier 5 transcendents of the Empire, but…”

After a round of analysis, Saville said very rigorously: “If it is only two-thirds, there should be no problem.”

“Considering their distribution, the propagation speed of starting a war, the interference of human nature, and many other factors…”

Tornado pondered for a while, then answered in an even more rigorous tone:

“If tactical arrangements are made well, we should be able to kill all the Tier 5 transcendents. At most sacrificing two to three people, which is within the acceptable range—we can let Laurence die first.”

“I will let you die first!”

Laurence, popping out from who knows where, delivered a mouse flying kick toward Tornado’s face, and was then knocked flying into the sky again.

While flying away, Laurence did not forget to shout: “I support killing them all! Once killed clean, there will be no threats!”

Tornado turned his head to look at Anselm, his eyes full of solemnity: “Young Master, are you going to do this?”

From the moment Anselm asked that question which sounded like a joke, all of Flamel’s Contract Heads were thinking about the possibility of realizing it, rather than thinking about why Anselm asked this question.

The young Hydra fell silent for a moment, then smiled lightly: “Just asking. Your mission is to protect Father and Mother well; there is no need to think too much about other matters.”

“I will handle everything well.”

Anselm turned back to look at that small hut, whispering softly:

“I promised them.”

When Father and Mother wake up, he wants to let them see a world in full bloom.

Laurence, who had drilled out from somewhere again, did not look for trouble with Tornado this time. Instead, it scampered up to Anselm’s shoulder and asked curiously: “Young Master, Young Master, aside from visiting the Lord and Big Sister on this return trip, is there anything else?”

Anselm rubbed Laurence’s head: “Can’t I just simply come back to see Father and Mother?”

“Ah, I am not questioning Young Master’s feelings for the Lord and Big Sister, it’s just…”

“I don’t believe Young Master doesn’t plan to do something else.”

Laurence looked left and right, trying to find someone who thought the same as itself.

Unfortunately, Saville turned around to prune the flowers and plants, Peregrine flew away, and Tornado was expressionless, treating it like a dead mouse.

The awkward little mouse could only cough once:

“It’s just, just wanting to see if I can help the Young Master with something small.”

“I do indeed have things to do, but you stop always thinking about running out, Laurence.”

Gleipnir transformed into a cane and tapped lightly on the ground.

The young Hydra raised his chin slightly, and in an instant, he possessed a commanding nobility that was greater than before.

He narrowed his eyes and laughed low:

“The young Hydra has not appeared for a long time; it is time to do something big.”

Before leaving the Hydra territory, Anselm specifically had Mingfuluo return to her old profession to create an utterly perfect puppet.

Through remote control using divided attention, he completed the necessary daily outings.

But Anselm had always been cautious.

Even if he frequently appeared in the public eye, he would not let his tracks be so singular.

Although Anselm Hydra was famous for being kind, at this juncture where the wind and rain were coming, even the kindest person had to be restless, and coincidentally… there was a small opportunity that allowed him to perform.

A promise, waiting for Anselm to fulfill.

Washing up, bathing, changing clothes, dining.

Sulun’s routine from six to seven in the morning had always been like this, never changing.

Even though such huge changes had occurred in the Empire, she still maintained her exquisite and elegant life in the extremely turbulent Imperial Capital.

Power? None.

Sulun was just an ordinary Tier 3 transcendent.

Even though she had cultivated and studied incredibly hard since she could remember, she could not even see the hem of her sister’s clothes.

Backing? The Little Imperial Princess Highness who once called the wind and summoned the rain in the Imperial Capital had long lost her greatest backing—Ephithand Flame’s favor.

The Tier 5 transcendents who once revered her as a princess and regarded her as a student couldn’t be bothered to cast their eyes upon her anymore.

Then… how exactly did she obtain her current stable life?

“Your Highness.”

In the quiet study, the maid who knocked and entered bowed slightly: “Lady Diana expects you to go over immediately.”

Sulun put down the book in her hand, stood up, and frowned slightly: “Immediately? Is the carriage ready?”

“It is already outside the manor.”

“Let’s go.”

The young girl exhaled lightly. Before leaving, she still took that book whose cover had the five small characters 《The Mystery of Hydra》 outlined in gold stamping.

Diana Flame. Ephithand Flame’s sister, the only… survivor of the previous generation of the Flame-Feasting Royalty.

The titles of Grand Dukes in the Empire were not fixed. Some were immortal families with thousands of years of heritage, and some were new stars of the Empire who only gained Ephithand Flame’s favor in the current era.

But among the current thirteen Grand Dukes, there was one title that was absolutely fixed—that was the Grand Duke Attendant Flame living in the Imperial Capital.

Selected by the Emperor from all blood relatives of his generation to serve as the lucky one, their existence naturally had nothing to do with power, but was just to remind the Emperor to maintain his humanity.

The founding Emperor’s idea was good; having a blood relative of the same lineage as a companion and support in power had many positive effects on anchoring humanity.

Such a Grand Duke Attendant Flame was equivalent to the Emperor’s most loyal guard.

Of course, if it was a bit worse… they could only be a servant, but even a servant, a servant with the same blood, was more trustworthy than others.

Although an Emperor who could not possibly be framed did not need such a thing as trust, this emotion itself was a manifestation of humanity.

It was a pity that although the idea was good, only the parties involved knew what it turned out to be in the end.

The carriage slowly stopped.

Sulun closed the book, placed it on the rear seat, walked calmly off the carriage, and walked toward this manor closest to the Imperial Palace.

“Good morning, Little Sulun.”

Diana, who was sitting in the garden drinking morning tea, smiled and greeted Sulun.

From the outside, she was a gentle and considerate big sister with a delicate face, without any air of a Grand Duke.

“Good morning, Madam.” Sulun lifted her skirt and curtsied, “You are even more beautiful today than yesterday.”

“Is that so?”

Diana propped up her cheek, smiling brightly: “That is truly wonderful; the secret recipe you gave me works really fast, Little Sulun.”

“It is good that it can help you.”

A standard social etiquette smile appeared on Sulun’s face, yet she did not get close to this woman at all.

“That really helped me a lot… Ah right, come, sit first.”

Diana waved to Sulun with a smile.

When she sat down in front of her, she pushed a cup of tea over.

“Drink some morning tea first; it is very fresh.”

“…”

Sulun looked at the insect limbs floating on the tea water, and the corner of her eye twitched slightly.

Diana Flame was a lunatic.

Or rather, she might have been a normal person before, but was driven mad by Ephithand Flame, only not completely mad, but mad in a way that made people afraid.

The Imperial Palace at the highest point of the Imperial Capital had already been repaired by Diana at her own expense, but she had never moved into it, styling herself as the Regent.

This seemed a very wise choice to outsiders.

What could a Grand Duke who was kept free-range by the Emperor, who didn’t even have an actual territory and was actually not much different from a slave, do?

——But in this woman’s eyes, Sulun had caught a glimpse of the same heat and desire as herself, and… a madness she absolutely did not possess.

Not long after Ephithand Flame disappeared, Diana found Sulun and brought her to the empty Imperial Palace.

This woman did not speak any grand principles to Sulun, nor did she probe, tempt, or rope Sulun in. Instead, she did a… inconceivable thing.

While laughing loudly with a flushed face, she excreted waste water toward that broken throne.

Honestly speaking, Sulun completely short-circuited at that time and never expected Diana to be abnormal to this degree.

By the time she came back to her senses, she was facing Diana’s command to “lick it clean”.

Both the hard throne and the soft places had to be licked.

So Sulun quickly realized—the debt she owed had to be paid.

This world did not lack people who hated the Emperor, nor did it lack people who fell into boundless despair because of the Emperor.

Since she relied on the Emperor’s favor to call the wind and summon the rain with the status of a mere ordinary princess, naturally, after Ephithand Flame disappeared, a price had to be paid.

Clearly, Diana had transferred her hatred for Ephithand Flame onto her.

Therefore, facing the command that trampled on her dignity, and a future destined to be dark without daylight, Sulun gave a response.

“I don’t have much appetite today, apologies, Madam.”

The young girl pushed back the morning tea that had fresh insects added… or perhaps was juiced from fresh insects, with a distinct apology: “Sorry to waste your good intentions.”

“Waste?”

Diana leaned forward slightly and pushed the tea back in front of Sulun: “How could that be, Little Sulun.”

She picked up the teacup, while her other hand stroked Sulun’s face, saying gently:

“Your eyes are telling me, you really want to drink it.”

That hand stroking Sulun’s face gradually pinched her cheek.

Diana repeated extremely gently: “You really want to drink it, right?”

“…Sorry, I don’t—”

Kagu!

The woman’s expression instantly became hideous.

She choked Sulun’s face tightly, violently stuffed almost half the teacup into the young girl’s mouth, her eye sockets full of stinging bloodshot lines.

“On what grounds do you refuse me, on what grounds do you think you have room to refuse me? Just based on that laughable tattoo of yours? Huh? Do you think tattooing a few snakes allows you to declare yourself as Hydra’s person? Do you think you can deceive me like this for a lifetime, treating me as a fool like that slut of a mother of yours!”

The taste of something inhuman surged in Sulun’s mouth and throat.

The body’s instinctual regurgitation forced this fresh tea into her nasal cavity, taking this torture to a higher level.

But Sulun did not offer any physical resistance; she just clenched her fists tightly, twitching slightly as she endured this pain.

At that time, when facing Diana’s malicious demand, the response she gave was very simple.

That was to lift her hem and show Diana the mark belonging to Hydra that Anselm had branded on her.

Clearly, Diana was not a true lunatic.

A true lunatic would not still be filled with desire for that throne after being tortured by Ephithand Flame for so long.

And Sulun bet correctly; Diana was truly wary of acting solely because of that tattoo, that mark.

While lamenting Hydra’s power, Sulun also lived a stable life for a period of time, although she never thought she would go on living stably like this.

Countless times, she contacted Anselm, either implicitly or directly, asking that devil who branded a scorching mark on her, asking if the promise he once said, “I say you are, so you are,” would ever have a day of fulfillment.

But the controller of that paradise on earth never sent a reply.

Sulun knew Diana must also be contacting Anselm to confirm the authenticity of her identity.

If this continued, sooner or later she would fall into Diana’s domination again.

She had done all the changes she could do, but in the end, what she could rely on… was only a glance that the young Hydra might cast if his interest was piqued.

And Sulun never waited for that gaze, until now, until Diana could no longer endure.

“Cough… cough cough cough! Retches!”

Sulun, kneeling on the ground, felt she was about to vomit up today’s breakfast, but Diana did not care about her thoughts.

The woman overturned the tea table, stepped on top of Sulun’s head, and rubbed her face back and forth in the filth on the ground.

“I was truly too stupid… no, too reverent of dear Lord Anselm.”

Diana lamented with extreme heartbreak: “I actually believed that the so beautiful, so intelligent, so unreachable him would actually take you as a slave… actually let you live stably for such a long time.”

Her expression gradually switched seamlessly from sorrow to cruel hideosity: “So… you are going to pay the price for your lies, daughter of a slut.”

“Cough… cough cough… Suppose I… really am?”

Sulun, who was trampled in the filth, coughed incessantly and spoke with extreme difficulty: “Once that one percent possibility happens, your outcome—”

“Outcome? What outcome!”

Diana kicked Sulun directly in the face, kicking this Iris-like pure and beautiful young girl rolling three or four meters away like a ball, her eyes becoming even more sadistic.

“If you are really related to Lord Anselm… that’s even better, that couldn’t be better! It proves he simply doesn’t care about you. If he had even half a thought of caring about you, it would be impossible for me to not receive even a bit of news. That means in his eyes, you are just the humblest, most lowly, most unworthy toy!”

Diana disgustedly shook off the filth on her boots, then with an excited expression, slowly walked toward Sulun who was twitching on the ground.

“Maybe it was even Lord Anselm who specifically gave me… the toy!”

Pain was not enough to make Sulun dazed, but the mental destruction and despair caused her thinking to gradually fragment.

Was that fake?

Even if that devil had branded a mark on me, even if he had turned me into his thing, such a promise was also fake?

Was he just… toying with me on a whim?

Bang——!

A dull sound rang out again, but this time, Sulun, who was kicked in the face again, did not roll away because she caught Diana’s kick with her hand.

…No.

Anselm Hydra, that devil, that monster… he is not that kind of person.

He wants to use me, utilize me… yes, at that moment, his eyes were serious.

His brand… was more real than anything.

So, he has not forgotten me, nor is he deliberately treating me as a plaything, but is waiting for a timing, a perfect timing.

It is… right now.

“I didn’t expect to see such a wonderful scene after not coming to the Imperial Capital for a long time.”

Not far away, the young Hydra, who had appeared there at some unknown time, stood leaning on his cane, his expression looking slightly surprised:

“May I ask what you two are doing…”

“Cough cough… cough cough cough cough!”

In the dead silence, there was only the sound of unceasing retching and coughing from Sulun, whose face was covered in filth.

“An… Hy, Hydra—”

“Your appearance is a bit wretched, Your Highness Sulun.”

Before Diana could finish speaking in terror, Anselm had already spoken, and addressed Sulun as “Your Highness”.

——Declaring the legitimacy carried by this young girl who was just wantonly insulted and tortured by Diana.

“…I let you see a joke, Master.”

Without using that face to face Anselm, Sulun opened her mouth with a shocking address.

“Hmm… please pay attention to your wording, Your Highness Sulun.”

The young Hydra took a step back, his expression serious and solemn: “How could I humiliate a member of the Imperial Family?”

Sulun’s hands trembled as she lifted her skirt and wiped her face vigorously, trying her best to wipe off that filth, then smiled at Anselm: “Apologies, Mr. Anselm, I was a bit confused just now, thinking of the dream I had last night.”

“Dream?”

“Yes, it was a very, very happy dream.”

“But dreams always wake up.” Anselm admonished, “If you want to turn that happiness into reality, you need to work hard, Your Highness Sulun.”

“Yes, I will keep your teachings firmly in mind.”

“Hydra… Your Excellency.”

At this moment, Diana finally had the chance to speak.

She first performed an impeccably perfect lady’s curtsy to Anselm, then put on that gentle face that seemed innate, speaking softly: “Not being able to know Your Excellency came to the Imperial Capital and make preparations, I am truly extremely sorry.”

“Ah, it doesn’t matter. I originally just came temporarily because I have some matters to handle, and will leave very soon.”

Anselm smiled: “Originally, I planned to see Your Highness Sulun first, then see you, Grand Duke Diana. I didn’t expect you were… having a gathering.”

“Hehe, Little Sulun and I have a very good relationship.”

Diana did not care in the slightest about the filth on Sulun’s body.

She walked a few steps directly to her side and held the young girl’s arm, saying sweetly: “She even taught me a secret method for maintaining looks yesterday.”

The young Hydra couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth: “Oh… is that so.”

He cast his gaze toward the young girl branded by him, and asked with considerable curiosity: “Is your relationship with Grand Duke Diana very good, Your Highness Sulun?”

“…No.”

Sulun said softly: “I want to kill her right now, smash her corpse into ten thousand pieces, and then feed it to the dogs.”

Anselm spread his hands slightly toward Diana, whose expression remained unchanged: “It seems Miss Sulun is not in a very good mood.”

Then, without waiting for Diana to speak, he suddenly tapped the cane lightly on the ground, realizing: “Almost forgot the main business… Now is not the time for idle chatter.”

“The chaos in the Empire today, I think you two should see it in your eyes.”

Hydra, concerned about the people’s livelihood, sighed: “Rebellion in the North Lands, chaotic war in the West Kingdom, silence in the Eastern Port, only the Southern Border is considered stable.”

“The subjects of the Empire are displaced in the flames of war; neither Your Highness nor the Grand Duke wishes to see this, right?”

Although it was a question, no one answered.

Because in the eyes of the young girl and the woman, a blazing and morbid firelight ignited simultaneously.

“Her Majesty’s disappearance is not a reason for the Empire to be rudderless; there must always be someone… to act as Regent.”

Although saying now was not the time for idle chatter, Anselm said this sentence in the form of idle chatter, without any solemnity, as casually as deciding what to eat tonight.

“Other Flame-Feasting blood descendants ran or scattered after Her Majesty went missing. Now in the Imperial Capital, only two with courage and boldness remain among the Flame-Feasting blood descendants. Then…”

The young Hydra, leaning both hands on the scepter, tilted his head slightly, smiling yet not smiling:

“The future Regent should also be produced between the two of you, isn’t that right?”

“I think…”

While Diana was still trembling, Sulun had already spoken, her voice obedient: “You still need to understand the wishes of other Grand Dukes more. If you rashly decide this matter… I’m afraid they will be unfavorable to you, Mr. Anselm.”

“No no no, Your Highness Sulun, you and Grand Duke Diana are the most perfect Regent candidates that anyone would support.”

No foundation, no power, no climate, and thus puppets that could be wantonly manipulated.

The Grand Dukes feared the return of that tyrannical Emperor, yet had long coveted that Supreme Throne in the Imperial Capital. Chaos had lasted until now, yet no Grand Duke had launched a direct charge toward that position.

But Anselm, at this moment, detonated it.

“…So that’s how it is.”

Sulun nodded slightly: “So your meaning is, Grand Duke Diana and I will rely on our own abilities, right?”

“It ought to be so.” Anselm answered with a smile.

“Wait, then you—”

This key question was instead asked by Diana.

“Then you… exactly which side do you stand on…”

Vitally important, Hydra, who could currently determine the Empire’s situation the most, exactly which side did he stand on?

Was it on the side of his slave, his plaything?

“Me?”

The devil, leisurely wandering on both sides of the scale, casually fiddled with the weights.

“I am of course a witness, and only a witness, a witness who will do nothing.”

Diana tried her best to hide her excitement, bowing her head: “Thank you for your compassion for the Empire’s subjects, thank you for such upright fairness, Your Excellency Hydra.”

Anselm couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

He glanced at Sulun’s wretched appearance, and that laughter became increasingly hearty.

“Upright fairness… well said, Grand Duke Diana.”

He tilted his head slightly, his voice gentle:

“As a fair witness, I feel… since you entertained Your Highness Sulun so enthusiastically.”

“Then it should be her turn… to make some return gift, right?”

“…”

Sulun and Diana were stunned at the same time.

“Of course, no problem!”

The one who reacted first turned out to be Diana again.

She smiled charmingly and gently squeezed Sulun’s hand.

“Your Excellency Hydra makes sense. Little Sulun, your return gift must not disappoint me.”

Sulun looked quietly at this woman in front of her, the corners of her mouth slowly rising.

“Alright.”

She shook off Diana, and slowly placed her hand on her skirt.

Then, on the young girl’s face which had a morbid flush, there was no malice or hatred, only an incomparably real, pure, and lovely smile coming from the heart:

“You know what to do, don’t you?”

“Ah, also. Remember to tell me how it tastes, dear Aunt Diana.”

Sulun, who had already washed clean, knelt down towards Anselm.

The young Hydra could see the young girl’s tight waistline and the suddenly widening peach shape, as well as the most eye-catching nine-headed snake tattoo occupying a large area of her snowy back.

“I don’t recall ever branding a mark here.”

Anselm raised his eyebrows slightly, asking with interest.

“I took the liberty to have the maid tattoo it, and…”

The young girl paused: “I didn’t want to show that place as well when showing your grace to me to others, so I used this to express my submission to you.”

Sulun, with hands folded and forehead pressed tightly against the back of her hands, spoke softly: “It was me being too self-righteous, please forgive me, Master.”

“There’s nothing to forgive or not; if you like it, keep it.”

Anselm stood up and casually placed something on the table.

“I should go, Sulun. Are you confident about the subsequent matters?”

“I will not disappoint you, Master.”

Sulun, still maintaining the kneeling posture, did not lift her head: “Never.”

“Good conviction.”

The devil narrowed his eyes and laughed lightly, squatting down slightly, placing his hand among Sulun’s fine hair and neck, slowly wandering.

“I will be watching you, dear Sulun.”

“Watching you always.”

Sulun, kneeling with her body curled together, did not get up even nearly half an hour after that gentle stroking on her back disappeared.

She knew Anselm had already left, but still did not rise.

He is… toying with her.

The young girl’s heart groaned like this, yet strangely she did not feel angry; her body even gradually began to tremble.

He wants me to despair, to experience pain under Diana’s domination, to make her recognize her baseness in his eyes, the inferiority of being reduced to a plaything without him.

He even knows that she can figure this out.

What malice is this… clearly possessing power that no one can defy, yet you still maintain such evil nature and cruelty?

Strange thoughts impacted Sulun’s mind and viscera.

After a burst of violent trembling, she collapsed weakly on the ground.

“Haa… haa…”

The Iris young girl lying on her side on the ground had eyes with scattered focus, but could not hide that morbid light no matter what.

Very good… truly good, Anselm, devil, continue to use me, dominate me like this.

Why take Sulun under his command?

This was a question.

Was it to better manipulate the Empire?

No, Anselm did not need chess pieces, and even if he did, it would not be Sulun.

Was it purely to toy with that young girl careerist?

Anselm had long ceased to play with women for the sole purpose of playing with women, let alone that he did not have that leisure now.

Then, what exactly was the reason Hydra cast such a gaze upon Sulun?

“Flame-Feasting… Flame-Feasting.”

Under the sky of the West Kingdom, Hydra, looking up at the sky, seeming to be gazing at the world, whispered softly: “What exactly are you going to do?”

Do not forget, that ordinary Little Imperial Princess, in the originally destined future, was a hidden wolf who usurped the Flame-Feasting authority from the hands of those two monsters, Ephithand Flame and Ivora Flame.

But this could not be entirely the reason Anselm placed such importance on Sulun.

The true reason Anselm cast such a gaze on Sulun was only one.

Sulun had no talent, no Spiritual Essence, she had nothing special all over her body.

Then… how exactly did she usurp the Flame-Feasting authority?

When Anselm obtained this answer back then, he was in a trance for nearly half a month.

Because the existence that allowed Sulun to usurp the Flame-Feasting authority, and the assassins who attacked Elnilisa—

They came from the same source.

Source: Webnovel.com, updated by NovelKeep