When Ansel awoke, Seraphina was still sprawled on his chest, slumbering soundly.

They had battled from eleven o’clock the previous night until six in the morning, leaving Ansel sleepless once again, with Seraphina having just fallen asleep ten minutes prior.

The room’s self-cleaning spell activated, instantly extracting the scent that had permeated the room all night, and releasing a faint, soothing fragrance.

Although the spell could have been left on continuously, Seraphina seemed to enjoy the scent and, after one cleaning, blushed and asked Ansel not to clean it again.

At times, our young lord Hydral would ponder whether Seraphina’s lack of self-control was due to her age of burgeoning desires, or whether the beast within her soul had developed this intense need after meeting Ansel?

It’s hard to say, but if this topic were brought up in front of Seraphina, it would inevitably lead to a barrage of bashful punches from the shy wolf.

However, even if Ansel questions, he was more than welcoming. After all, he was not a normal person… well, he was not human at all, and his greed for desire was never satisfied.

Ansel’s personal maid team had not returned, and he did not accepted the service of the maids in the manor, instead, he changed his clothes himself, bent down to kiss Seraphina, and then left the bedroom.

Today’s schedule would likely be hectic, and it wasn’t suitable to bring Seraphina along. Anyway, it was a good opportunity for her to have a good sleep and rest.

“I’ve contacted the Ether Institute in advance. Once the news is released, even with the interference of fate, Ravenna won’t be able to sit still.”

Preparing to unfold his wicked plan once again, Hydral chuckled, “Don’t disappoint me in two days, Ravenna. ”

“This time, it’s not the same as three years ago.”

In fact, Ansel’s first target was not Seraphina, but Ravenna.

Three years ago, when he was thirteen, the plan to reverse fate had already been preliminarily plotted. At that time, he who thought he was fully prepared, launched an attack on Ravenna, and the result…

From Ansel’s perspective, it was a complete failure.

In the attempt three years ago, Ansel gained a clearer understanding of the power and deterrence of fate. Fortunately, he woke up at the last moment, changed his plan, gave up on training Ravenna, and started laying the groundwork for subsequent training.

Then Ansel left the imperial capital, traveled between the Hydral territory and various parts of the empire, built the network he needed, and patiently waited, constantly refining his plan to rebel against fate.

Until two months ago, the plan officially began.

Among the training plans for the four heroines, Seraphina’s plan was the simplest and easiest to implement. Apart from her talent, she had nothing else, and her experience was the most tragic among the four heroines.

As for the other three, Ravenna had the Tower of Babel as her backing. Although she seemed to be walking on a tightrope, the resources she held were unimaginable to Seraphina, and her personality was much harder to manipulate than Seraphina’s; The saint of the Holy Church is now walking among the people, making it extremely tricky to locate her, even Ansel had to make sufficient preparations.

As for the last one, the future spiritual leader of the revolutionary army, the great hero who will overthrow the empire…

In the memory of that “game” being destroyed, the content about her accounted for most of it. Therefore, Ansel put this most difficult object last.

As the Hydral silently reviewed the overall plan in his heart and walked down the stairs, he immediately heard a lively call.

“Ans!”

Annelisa, dressed in a plain dress, stood on the platform at the bottom of the stairs and waved to Ansel, “Have breakfast with mom!”

“… Okay, mother.”

Ansel, who was walking down the stairs, was hugged by Annelisa. The mature Lady Hydral patted her son’s shoulder and chuckled:

“How was last night? That girl is the head of strength, she should be able to match you to some extent. Ah, I think Seraphina’s figure is very suitable for having children. When I bathed her last night, I didn’t realize that her butt was so round and big. It’s really not judging a book by its cover…”

Ansel listened to his mother’s chattering, occasionally responding with a smile, but mostly remaining silent.

“Oh, speaking of which…”

The woman touched her cheek, “Since you came back, there have been more and more visitors. Lianne said there are more than twenty letters of request for meetings. Ans, have you decided who you want to see? Or do you not want to see anyone? Then I’ll let Liannereject them all…”

“Before these letters.”

Ansel calmly said, “Someone will come first.”

“Huh? Ah!” Annelisa realized, “You mean the girl Evora? According to her personality… well, it doesn’t seem strange at all that she’s coming this morning,.”

Their conversation had just ended when a maid hurried over and bowed to Ansel and Annelisa, “Young lord, madam, the Elder Princess has arrived.”

“She really is as fiery as ever…”

Madam Hydral pursed her lips unhappily, not because she disliked the elder princess, but because upon her arrival, she would likely be unable to have breakfast with her son.

“Ans, won’t you go and greet Evora?” Annelisa tilted her head.

“No need, for she will come on her own —”

Before Ansel could finish, a brilliant crimson flame ignited on the broad walkway.

The flame outlined intricate and magnificent patterns, weaving a vivid scarlet gown, from which emerged a snow-white delicate foot encased in red high heels, lightly stepping out of the fire.

“It has been a while, Ansel.”

A proud voice emanated from the flame, and that stunning face appeared, smiling at Ansel. “You have grown stronger and found an astonishing pact head. Excellent progress in your Flamefeast practice.”

Ansel bowed slightly. “It has been a while, Your Highness.”

“Just call me by my name… Oh, Madam, I almost forgot to greet you.”

The empire’s elder princess flicked her fiery red hair with her hand. “It has been a long time.”

Annelisa gracefully bent to Evora. “It is I who have been remiss in my greetings, Your Highness. I won’t disturb you and Ansel to catch up. I will take my leave for now.”

“Go ahead.”

Evora said casually, then fixed her scorching gaze on Ansel’s face. “Have you not had breakfast?”

“No.”

“Very well, then come to my palace.” Evora reached for Ansel’s wrist, preparing to take him away.

However, the young Hydral stepped back, easily evading the elder princess’s hand, and gently said, “I apologize, Your Highness, but I prefer to have my meals at home.”

“Your home is not… never mind.” Evora’s brow furrowed slightly, but soon relaxed. “It’s just a meal, nothing significant. Let’s go.”

As they walked side by side, Evora continued to appraise Ansel from time to time, her gaze increasingly satisfied.

“Your pact head,” she suddenly said, “Seraphina Marlowe, where is she?”

“Resting.”

“Resting… I see~” The woman’s lips curled up slowly, reaching out to tilt Ansel’s chin. “You were quite formidable three years ago. I wonder how you are now.”

“Your Highness,” Ansel gently pushed away Evora’s hand, “please refrain from making such highly suggestive remarks.”

“Hah, it was the servant I sent to you who said that, not my concern.”

Evora seemed quite pleased. “You have no idea how happy her response made me. Ansel… before that, I always thought you were a truly unfeeling monster. Her answer made me realize that you still have desires, and quite strong ones at that.”

“Hydral is inevitably entangled by desire.”

“…Hmph.” The elder princess glanced at him.

“But you don’t look like it.”

The two continued to chat as they arrived at the dining hall. Evora took the main seat without hesitation, crossing her legs and surveying the dishes, nodding slightly.

“Looks good… I never doubted your taste, Ansel.”

Ansel picked up his utensils, calmly asking, “Your Highness, what urgent matter brings you here this time?”

“What matter?”

Evora raised her eyebrows, pulled her chair, and directly rested her long legs on Ansel’s, swinging her high heels, revealing the soles of her fair feet.

“I am the next empress, and you are the next Hydral,” she said, propping her cheek with one hand.

“Do I need a reason to seek you?”

The connection between the empress and Hydral, in a sense, was almost as significant as the bond between Hydral and the pact head.

Ansel drank his clear liquid, nonchalantly saying, “Because Your Highness is not the kind of person who seeks me without a purpose. You always come with a need, don’t you?”

“Hmm…”

Evora kicked off her high heels and slowly rubbed her foot on Ansel’s thigh.

Supporting her chin, she nodded in satisfaction. “You understand me well.”

The woman casually speared a piece of steak with her fork, not bothering with any noble etiquette, and chewed it with half-closed eyes, savoring the food.

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