A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

“In my view…” Ansel smiled, “It’s more like a pathetic hysterical venting, um… Marlina, come here.”

The demure girl standing by came to Ansel’s side, bending slightly to listen to the command of the master she served.

“…Understood,” she replied.

After responding, Marlina returned to her position behind Ansel, her head lowered, seemingly preoccupied with something.

One by one, the “products” were brought onto the stage, and without exception, Ansel bought them all with an extravagantly domineering attitude.

It wasn’t until the sixth high-quality mature woman was brought onto the auction stage that a buyer in a private room, who seemed to have taken a liking, could no longer sit still.

“Mr. Faust in room number six… You’re quite ambitious today,” said a woman with a charming voice.

“Buying so many lambs to take home, are you planning to build a small amusement park in the capital? Can I be invited to play?”

“I’m afraid I can’t compare to you, Lady Hollamor. I can’t accomplish the feat of torturing and killing eight poor women in different ways in a month,” Ansel picked up his wine glass, took a sip, and responded with a light laugh.

The woman in the room fell silent for a moment, then responded with a light laugh, “Hollamor? The wife of the noble Marquis Hollamor would come here to buy slaves? Mr. Faust, you’re too imaginative.”

“Isn’t it because of your status that you’re here?”

The young Hydral’s mouth curled up slightly, “Your father and brother are extraordinary beings, while you, who have no qualifications, was married off as a tool for alliance to the powerful Marquis Hollamor. Whether in your birth family or in your marriage, you, as an ordinary person, have no status to speak of.”

“You—”

“Your father sees you as a disgrace to the family, your husband sees you as air, how long has it been since you’ve been intimate with him? How many more extraordinary concubines does he have? You don’t even have children now, is it because Marquis Hollamor is incapable, or is he too lazy to waste his sperm on you—”

“Bastard! Son of a bitch! I’ll kill you, you fucking dead!”

Hysterical screams came from the room, Seraphina frowned slightly, took a step forward, but was held back by Ansel.

“Seraphina.”

The snake swayed its tail, slowly revealing its venomous fangs, “Do you know what despair is for people like this?”

“… I don’t know,” Seraphina answered honestly, “But I want to smash her mouth now, it’s too noisy.”

“The answer is… the cold reality.”

“Lorraine…”

A thick, hoarse voice sounded in Ansel’s box.

Seraphina was startled, turned her head to look, and found that in Marlina’s hand… a telecrystal had appeared at some point.

And the mad woman in that box who was cursing non-stop, suddenly fell silent.

As if she had been strangled in an instant.

“You disgraceful, self-destructive whore… get back here now!”

The furious roar echoed in the auction hall, “I’m going to break your legs, no… no! I’m going to snap your spine, you’re nothing but trouble! Now, get back to the mansion immediately, don’t make me come looking for you, you waste!”

Bang!

The door of the room was suddenly kicked open, a beautiful, seductive tall woman, like a dog, rolled and crawled out, falling several times in the process.

“You see, Seraphina.”

Hydral, who was looking down at the buyers with various expressions, said with satisfaction, “This is why I don’t like to use violence to subdue people.”

“— Because it’s too kind to them, it’s a grace, it’s a relief.”

“The best form of punishment, of course, has only one kind.”

Ansel leaned back in his chair, half-closed his eyes, “That is to let them live in the hell they created… Hmm, I hope I didn’t make you think of anything unpleasant, Seraphina.”

“Lord – Lord Ansel”

In the telecrystal, the voice that was just furious to the extreme, wishing to tear the woman apart, became extremely fearful and humble, “I will make that bitch pay for her offense to you, I will…”

“There’s no need to be so nervous, Marquis, it’s not you who made the mistake, I didn’t take your wife’s offensive words to heart.”

“Wife? No, no… how could she possibly be my wife? Lord, you must be joking.”

“Oh? So she must be the daughter of Marquis Lacan, then you don’t need to apologize for a stranger’s words.”

“Marquis Lacan wouldn’t think he had such a daughter, certainly.”

“So, it’s someone who doesn’t exist in this world.”

Ansel laughed, “That’s good, how could I hear words from someone who’s not in the same world as me?”

“Yes-yes, that’s…that’s right, Lord Ansel, I understand.”

“Hehe, I wish you a happy married life in a few days, Marquis.”

After the communication was cut off, Ansel stretched lazily, turned his head to look at Marlina, and said softly, “Well done, Marlina, you were able to contact Marquis Hollamor so quickly.”

“After arriving in the capital, my telecrystal has stored the contact information of all nobles above the rank of count, it’s not hard to find.”

Marlina bowed slightly to Ansel, “If I can help you, that’s the best.”

“Hah, that foul-mouthed bitch,” Seraphina laughed happily, “She deserves it! And… Ansel, did she really torture and kill eight women in a month?”

Ansel looked up at Seraphina, tapped his temple, and didn’t say much.

Wolf girl knew intuitively that Ansel had gotten this information from some memory, and immediately felt that the scoundrel got off too easy.

Obviously… She couldn’t imagine what kind of terrifying things a former noble lady, who will likely to have her spine snapped by her husband and then be abandoned, and at the same time be disowned by her family, would go through.

Marlina could imagine, but she didn’t care, because as Ansel said, this was nothing more than the hell this woman created for herself.

On the contrary, Ansel cared a lot, otherwise he wouldn’t have asked Marlina to contact Marquis Hollamor. Although this kind of cruelty was insignificant to him, the important thing was…

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In his eyes, the reflection of an incredibly vast hell.

Extraordinary beings despise ordinary people, ordinary people create slaves to divert this absolute oppression of class, and rely on the resources and authority given by the extraordinary.

And the seemingly high and mighty, controlling everything extraordinary beings… are also slaves to that silent and terrifying existence of a higher dimension.

So ridiculous, so absurd, so hateful, so despairing… hell.

And the thought that in this vast hell, there are still people trying to create a similar hell…

The displeasure and disgust in Ansel’s heart would be so intense and vivid.

However, the him of three years ago would have destroyed everything according to his wishes, but the him of now has realized that the act of destroying this small hell has no meaning, because it will not be destroyed, as long as that eternal and vast hell exists even for a day.

“What’s wrong, continue the auction.”

In the box, the pleasant voice of the young man came out again, “Everyone compete fairly, take your time.”

In the box, Hydral, who was smiling and looking down at the buyers with various expressions, had no joy in his eyes.

You’re not kind, nor are you offering salvation, Ansel.

The so-called punishment you’ve brought down, the slaughter you’ve once caused, is just to please yourself.

— He told himself this.

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