To be precise, Ansel was being forcefully kissed by Evora against the door.

The fiery Elder Princess was only draped in a light red semi-transparent gauze, nothing else. She forcefully pinned Ansel against the door, simultaneously calling Ansel’s name in a passionate and ambiguous manner.

Ansel initially tried to resist, but after a token resistance, he gave up. About five minutes later, when Evora began to advance south, preparing to strip Ansel’s defenses, the young Hydral finally raised his hand to stop her.

“Your Highness, any further would be crossing a line.”

“…Tch.” Evora furrowed her brows, “Can’t I burn it clean and leave nothing inside?”

Ansel responded with a radiant smile, “I’m sorry, but I don’t believe you.”

“You’re really cautious… so cautious it’s annoying.”

Ansel’s response clearly dampened Evora’s mood, but she didn’t bother to put on any other clothes. She just pulled Ansel onto the couch in the room — well, this was actually Ansel’s room, but Evora was very familiar with it.

She skillfully opened a bottle of wine on the table, poured it for Ansel and herself, leaned back on the couch with great satisfaction, and gently swirled her wine glass.

She stared at the wine, unable to suppress a chuckle:

“Those two idiots, do they still think they’ve won?”

“Be careful with your words, Your Highness.”

“I never watch my words around you.” Evora flicked her hair, took a small sip of wine, then propped her chin on one hand, turned her head to look at Ansel. Her vibrant red hair slid to one side, revealing her smooth, creamy neck.

She exhaled a sweet, slightly alcoholic breath towards Ansel, “I really can’t think of a reason to be cautious around you.”

Ansel couldn’t help but laugh, “Then Your Highness should be careful of being betrayed by me.”

“Hahaha, that’s perfect.” Evora laughed heartily, not hiding her greed and desire, “Then I have a reason to cripple you, imprison you, and use you day and night.”

“…,” the young Hydral sighed lightly, “I don’t want to hear such dangerous fantasies after cooperating with you.”

“You said it yourself, it’s just a fantasy.”

She said nonchalantly, passing the wine glass to Ansel, “But our cooperation is real.”

Cooperation… this game that seemingly led to Evora’s utter defeat, was in fact the product of her collaboration with Ansel.

On that day, the day when Ansel asked Evora to spare Ravenna, he had told Evora that he would reveal a secret about Suellen.

The secret was that Suellen had already connected with Ephesande, and she was now the third person in the entire empire who could enter Anthichegr f d d, apart from Ephesande and Evora.

In other words… she could report on Evora’s situation to Ephesande at any time.

Therefore, our empress knew about the mechanical armor so quickly and decided to take action against Evora.

Unfortunately, Ansel informed Evora of this, and in her extreme rage, she did not hesitate to ask Ansel for help.

Ansel agreed, and so… the scene at the morning meeting that day happened.

— Evora, contrary to her usual demeanor, irrationally challenged Ephesande in public, causing the empress to fall into a dangerous rage. At this time, Ansel made a timely appearance, and after controlling the entire situation, he directed the conflict between the two towards the Tower of Babel and the Etheric Academy, and induced them to win by dueling each other.

The death row prisoner was just a bait. Ansel was very clear about what kind of person Ephesande is now. She would definitely look forward to a more grand and cruel scene, even if it was just to hit Evora.

Moreover, even if the empress agreed to duel with the death row prisoner, Ansel also had a second plan.

In short, the whole situation was moving in the direction planned by Ansel in an orderly manner.

“By the way, how did you make that black knight lose control?”

Evora, who had her feet on Ansel’s lap, asked curiously, “That Nidhoggur? Didn’t that idiot Ziegler fail?”

The loss of control of the black knight was undoubtedly the key to the final result being so chaotic and ambiguous.

After all, even if the black knight was scrapped, Watson would not have an extraordinary being to continue fighting, and it was its sudden “rampage”, unconditionally annihilating everyone, that made the ending so ridiculous and absurd.

Ansel smiled, “First of all, that’s not out of control. If it was out of control, how could it just let the two counts survive? As for the means, it’s my little secret. I made a small deal with Ferdinand. As long as he put something no worth mention in the cockpit of the black knight, I would give him what he needed most.”

“What he needs most…” Evora was stunned for two seconds, then incredulously said, “Is this why you incorporated him into the Hydral territory?”

The young Hydral smiled without saying a word.

“I knew it, I knew you wouldn’t just want to expand your territory for no reason.”

The woman who had tasted the truth couldn’t help but laugh, “Ha, that’s not punishment… yes, incorporating into the Hydral territory, how could it be considered a punishment! Only that old fool would believe your nonsense!”

The territory of Hydral is universally recognized as the most perfect in the entire empire, perfect to the point of being like a paradise on earth. Whether it’s resources or order, environment or rules… everyone is eager to get into Hydral’s territory, and countless people want to rush into it every day.

The Spirity Lake territory, a place where the etheric ley lines have been polluted and is about to be finished, was originally looking for a new territory. Now there is a chance to incorporate into the Hydral territory? The Count of Spirity Lake was so happy that his face was about to laugh off, how could he not agree!

Even if this matter is extremely risky… but if it is done, he will have absolutely no worries in the future — which grand duke would dare to run to the Hydral territory to do experiments?

And after the experiment failed, who dares leave a sentence “I will handle it”, and then leaves?