A girl who knows the taste will always become honest. Recently, Seraphina has started to skip the stage of playing hard to get. After symbolically resisting two or three times, she begins to try to take the initiative.

But Ansel didn’t continue, instead whispering something in Seraphina’s ear.

Just for a moment, the desire and daze in the girl’s eyes disappeared instantly. Seraphina, who was sitting on Ansel’s lap, stood up, kissed Ansel’s cheek, picked up the white leather coat on the sofa and put it on, and without looking at Ravenna, she walked out of the research room.

As Seraphina passed by her, Ravenna felt a… savagery and danger that almost pierced her soul.

Just like the instinct of life to seek benefits and avoid harm, when the top predator subtly releases a brutal killing intent, any creature must retreat three feet, even if they haven’t had this thought, their instinct has already reacted in advance.

“Venna.”

When Seraphina was not there, Ansel switched back to the old name. He propped his cheek with one hand, staring at Ravenna’s back, and spoke in a slightly teasing and relaxed tone:

“Why didn’t you answer my question just now? Are you shy because I hit the nail on the head? You usually start analyzing the situation directly, at least… you would stubbornly argue a bit. This way, I can’t be sure what your current situation is.”

What situation? Ravenna was very clear about her own current situation.

There was one thing she had been very clear about from the beginning — that no matter what Ansel did, she would consider it as paving the way to tame her.

As long as she adheres to this idea, no matter how many tricks Ansel has, even if she can’t see through them, she will never be easily calculated by his schemes.

“You’re right, Ansel.”

Without turning her head, and resuming her work, Ravenna said indifferently, “Even now, I still harbor illusions about you, thinking that you have the possibility of walking the same path with me again.”

It was precisely because she firmly believed in this that she kept in touch with Ansel even after they “parted ways”.

“You are indeed special, you are the most creative genius I have ever seen, a genius that makes me unable to tolerate other mediocrities.”

“At the same time, you are also the only friend in my life so far.”

Ravenna began to talk about her relationship with Ansel, her view of Ansel. These words should sound like intimate confessions, stimulated outpourings… but in fact, in Ravenna’s mouth, these things are just cold reality.

A reality that can be analyzed and deconstructed.

“For this reason, I will misjudge you, be disturbed by these emotions, and you are precisely taking advantage of this, repeatedly emphasizing ‘I am useless to you’, but also saying ‘you are special to me’, ‘we can always be friends’… and now, using your pact head, to provoke my once desire to become your pact head.”

Her way of deconstructing materials is becoming more and more stable, the speed of deconstructing facts is getting faster and faster, and she is becoming more and more calm, so calm that it makes people feel that she seems to have stripped away all things related to “human”.

“You want me to hover between expectation and hatred for you, so that I can’t distinguish my feelings for you, can’t distinguish myself, and finally be firmly controlled by you, becoming a puppet who obeys your every word… But unfortunately, Hydral, you won’t succeed again.”

An insect-sized piece of metal, no larger than a fingernail, materialized on the workbench.

Ravenna, from beginning to end, never once turned her head:

“Because I have already incorporated my feelings for you, and everything I’ve experienced with you, into my thought process. From now on, these are no longer memories of you and me, but tools I use to dismantle your schemes.”

Her chilling, almost insane rationality seemed to have… advanced another step.

Ansel, who had been listening, sighed regretfully: “Is that so? That’s truly heartbreaking.”

Despite his words of heartbreak, there was no shock of “failure” in his eyes, not even a hint of surprise.

It was as if… even though his scheme had been exposed by Ravenna again, he hadn’t lost at all.

Bang!

Within a few short minutes, the door to the alchemical workshop was opened again.

Seraphina, half-covered in blood from her hunt, sauntered into the room, casually tossing a corpse onto the floor before cheerfully running towards Ansel:

“Ansel, Ansel! I’ve done it! This guy was so much weaker than that big python, he didn’t even try to run, he tried to kill me… and then I killed him with two punches.”

The girl was about to embrace Ansel, but upon noticing the blood on her, she immediately stopped in her tracks, scratching her head awkwardly: “I accidentally made him bleed a lot with one punch, it got all over me.”

“…” Ravenna looked at the corpse on the ground, her voice slightly hoarse, “Macallan Mobernda, a senior sorcerer who has been working at Babel for three years.”

“That’s unfortunate.” Ansel shrugged, “He was a spy from the Etheric Academy.”

“Ansel told me, ‘This environment isn’t quite right’, and I immediately understood!”

Seraphina proudly put her hands on her hips: “Ansel hates being spied on… anyway, finding this guy was no trouble at all, I went out for a stroll, and immediately smelled the most suspicious person in the crowd.”

The perception and intuition granted by the Head of Wind made Seraphina almost invincible when it came to catching spies and assassins.

“Ansel!” She looked at Ansel with a radiant smile, humming confidently: “You’ll never find a pact head as in sync with you as I am, right?”

“Um… perhaps.”

“What do you mean, perhaps!” Seraphina stood in front of Ansel, quite dissatisfied, “You’re not allowed to say perhaps!”

Ansel chuckled and ruffled the girl’s snowy hair: “Then it’s definitely.”

Seraphina’s face lit up instantly, and she said joyfully: “So, I’m Ansel’s most powerful pact head!”

“Haven’t you already decided that a long time ago?” Ansel waved his hand to clean the blood off the girl, pulled her into his arms, and rubbed her cheek with a smile: “There’s no need to confirm it again.”

“Hehe~” Seraphina rubbed against Ansel’s chest with delight, half-closing her eyes, and said contentedly: “Not only am I Ansel’s most powerful pact head… I’m also definitely Ansel’s best partner!”

The girl, as if she had a sixth sense, said something she would never have thought of before.

“In this world, there must not be anyone more suitable to be Ansel’s pact head than me, right!”

This statement made Ansel pause for a moment. He looked up at Ravenna’s back, but didn’t notice anything unusual. The satisfaction in his eyes deepened, and he kissed Seraphina’s cheek with a smile: “Of course, Seraphina, you are definitely my best partner.”

“Yay!”

Ravenna ignored them and continued her work.

But just like she didn’t notice that Ansel, who had been trying to tame her, didn’t feel defeated after hearing her absolutely rational analysis, but instead showed satisfaction in his eyes.

Ansel also didn’t notice… The simple model that Ravenna had started making had somehow turned into a lump of scrap metal.

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