A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

After all, they were each other\'s best friends.

"Ansel." The young Hydral\'s close friend, staring at his cheek, said in a stiff tone, "I don\'t think you misunderstood what I just said."

"…Hmm?"

He tilted his head in confusion, but Ravenna immediately straightened it again.

"If I say that I really didn\'t understand if you had any other meaning, would you believe me?"

Ansel, who was forced to make eye contact with Miss Ravenna, said in a very innocent tone.

"…"

Ravenna looked at Ansel for a long time, seemingly trying to determine if he was lying. After a while, she repeated her previous words.

"I said, the abyss and heaven, to me, there is no difference."

"And then?" Ansel blinked, still looking at Ravenna in confusion.

"…And then?"

Ravenna\'s delicate and beautiful eyebrows showed clear anger, "What else is there? The one walking on the path of the abyss here, if it\'s not you, then who else could it be?"

"It is indeed me, so you—hmm?"

Ansel paused, his abruptly cut-off words and the questioning tone of his voice clearly showed his surprise, indicating that he really hadn\'t associated anything with Ravenna\'s words.

"…Venna."

The young Hydral, with a very strange look in his eyes, looked at Ravenna, "Are you saying that you want to be my pact head?"

The matter of Hydral\'s pact head wasn\'t a big secret, but Ravenna hadn\'t had the vision or opportunity to know about it before. Ansel had casually mentioned it to her during a chat one day.

"Otherwise?" Ravenna retorted, "If I become your pact head, I will have the ability to perform more profound alchemy, and I will be able to better help you realize all your ideas, and take a step closer to the new era that we both look forward to."

She looked at Ansel, her tone gradually becoming somewhat excited. It was clear that she was not only very serious, but also had high expectations of becoming Ansel\'s pact head.

"If the price is just falling into the abyss, I don\'t think there\'s a better deal in the world. And for you… Ansel, you should know that, excluding your father, I must be the person in this world who is most capable of turning your ideas into reality."

"Put it simply."

She paused, maintaining the posture of pinching Ansel\'s face, slightly raised her head, and said with utmost confidence:

"I believe that there is no one in this world more suitable to be your pact head than me."

From thought to ideology, from ideology to talent, Ravenna had absolute approval of Ansel, and she believed that Ansel felt the same way.

But the response she received was not an enthusiastic affirmation, but… a very annoying, cheerful laughter.

"Ha ha ha... Wait, Venna, just hold on a moment..."

The blond boy burst into laughter, "I never expected that your roundabout way of speaking was about this matter. It\'s not like you at all. You shouldn\'t be, shouldn\'t be that kind of person, um..."

He removed Ravenna\'s hand, cleared his throat, and assumed a cold demeanor. Placing both hands on Ravenna\'s shoulders, he spoke indifferently:

"Ansel, I wish to become your pact head."

After the performance, Ansel laughed joyously, "— Exactly! Shouldn\'t you have been straightforward with me like this?"

Following a brief silence, Ravenna brushed Ansel\'s hand away and calmly replied, "Our previous conversation had nothing to do with pact heads. I just happened to think of it."

Before Ansel could continue laughing at her earlier coy and nervous behavior, she continued, "So, how should a pact head be successfully established? Among the eight pact heads, which position is most suitable for me?"

Our Miss Ravenna skipped the "What is your answer?" part and calmly, yet confidently, asked Ansel directly which pact head would suit her best. This made Ansel unable to suppress his laughter.

"...Pfft, alright, I\'ll stop laughing."

Under Ravenna\'s icy gaze, Ansel gradually reined in his excessive laughter. He coughed lightly and looked at Ravenna with a slightly more serious expression.

"First of all, I don\'t deny your claim, Venna. Whether it\'s your talent or your usefulness to me, there\'s no issue."

"I don\'t want to hear \'first of all,\'" Ravenna\'s brow furrowed, "because it means you might reject me next."

"Um... You\'re much calmer than I imagined."

"Because this is the most important decision of your life."

Upon receiving this implicit rejection, Ravenna\'s emotions remained unchanged, "I understand your caution. Moreover, the facts I\'ve stated won\'t change."

There is no one more suitable to be Ansel of Hydral\'s pact head than Ravenna Ziegler. This fact will never change, and Ravenna\'s confidence in this matter remains unwavering.

Although she didn\'t have any extreme reactions to Ansel\'s rejection, Ravenna still asked with slight displeasure, "I can\'t quite understand your reason for refusing me now. Overall, it should only be due to my lack of strength, but I think if it were you, you should value potential more than strength."

"Well..." Ansel looked at Ravenna and suddenly chuckled, "Let\'s wait until you\'re more mature."

"..."

The woman instinctively looked down, and her expression immediately turned icy, "Ansel, you\'d better be joking."

Apparently, the immature Hydral had touched upon a rather taboo topic.

Yet, even after being warned, Ansel still laughed carelessly:

"No, I\'m not joking."

He reached out and touched Ravenna, speaking with a meaningful tone:

"Wait until you\'re mature enough, Ravenna. When you\'re truly mature, we can discuss the matter of pact heads again."

"However, you\'re not wrong."

Before Ravenna could become genuinely angry, Ansel quickly withdrew his hand from her head. His voice was gentle and confident, filled with faith in Ravenna.

"I also believe that there shouldn\'t be anyone more suitable to be my pact head than you in this world."

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