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The serene, snow-haired girl bowed her head slightly, replying softly, "Yes, Mr. Ansel."

Initially, Seraphina had intended to summon her parents to the imperial capital, but it was Marlina who dissuaded her.

With heartfelt sincerity, Marlina explained that their parents would not find joy in the grandeur of Hydral Manor or the capital; instead, they would be overwhelmed with unease and dread. The kindest decision was to leave them in peace.

Seraphina, not fully comprehending but trusting her sister implicitly, took advantage of the perfect arrangements made by Ansel to spend this afternoon with her loved ones.

Clutching a suitcase brimming with gifts, the young girl made her way to the teleportation circle. Mid-stride, she suddenly turned back, dashing to Ansel\'s side to plant a kiss on his cheek, her face flushed with a rosy hue as she joined Marlina in stepping into the teleporter bound for their village.

Ansel, touching his cheek where the kiss had landed, chuckled softly before turning to leave the chamber. Outside, Ravenna stood in silent vigil, like a statue carved from marble.

"Now... it\'s just you and me, Venna," he said.

Leaning casually against the doorframe, Ansel gazed down at the exquisitely beautiful, petite puppet with a half-smile, "You never show such expressions. It seems you\'re weighed down by heavy thoughts. Would you care to share them with me?"

His words were generous and kind, as if they were still the closest of companions, confidants on a shared journey.

Ansel noticed a barely perceptible tremor in Ravenna\'s shoulders, and a surge of pleasure welled up within him.

Ravenna was a creature with scarcely any vulnerabilities.

Her abnormal childhood and terrifying talents had shaped the Ravenna Ziegler of today, capable of maintaining rationality and making choices at any moment. Even with significant informational disadvantages, she could keep pace with Ansel\'s thought processes.

It could be said that aside from straightforward coercion, there was little that could compel her submission.

Though it might sound simple, the one act Ansel was least likely to perform was that very coercion.

Eroding a personality, capturing a mind, was a delicate, intricate, and complex art. Crude threats were not only ineffective but also profoundly distasteful.

Of course, despite the effectiveness of the meticulous taming efforts that followed extensive groundwork, Ansel did not delude himself into thinking victory was at hand.

The same principle applied—if Ravenna were like Seraphina, driven almost entirely by emotion, regarding Ansel as her everything—then Ansel would have succeeded three years ago.

Continuing this way, she would be filled with guilt towards Ansel, become increasingly agitated and submissive, but she would never subordinate her ideals to him.

To expect Ravenna to submit entirely out of affection was an impossibility.

It was precisely because he recognized this that Ansel resolutely chose to abandon his initial approach, investing three years in more thorough preparation and a more comprehensive plan to utterly defeat Ravenna.

He even felt a sense of relief that he had not revealed the truth about Eileen\'s death to Ravenna three years prior due to his fondness for her; otherwise, he would have lost a powerful trump card.

In a few days, Evora would seek out Ravenna, and the choice his dear automaton would make was clear. Then, he could smoothly advance to the next phase of his plan.

"What\'s the matter, you don\'t wish to speak?"

Ansel chuckled lightly upon seeing Ravenna\'s continued silence. "Let it be then. Let\'s switch to a different mode of communication. Follow me."

He reopened the door to the teleportation chamber and stepped into the array, followed closely by Ravenna, who remained silent and downcast. As the light flickered, their figures appeared in the dimly lit grand hall.

"Welcome to the Nostrom, dear Venna."

Ansel glanced at Ravenna, whose expression had subtly changed, and with a smile tugging at his lips, he said, "Since you prefer not to resort to words, let\'s communicate in your favored manner... The alchemical workshop used by my father is incomparable to your rudimentary studio."

"...Ansel."

Finally, Ravenna spoke, her mature voice incongruent with her appearance and slightly hoarse, "What exactly... do you want me to do?"

"Hmm?" Ansel raised an eyebrow slightly, "What do you mean by what do I want you to do? Have I ever given you orders or forced you to do anything, Venna?"

His tone was not particularly aggressive; instead, it carried a teasing note, which made Ravenna even less able to accept it.

"Oh..."

Seeing the woman\'s increasingly rigid demeanor, Ansel\'s smile deepened. He leaned forward, whispering in her ear, "Are you trying to provoke me, Venna?"

Ravenna immediately responded, "I didn\'t—"

"No, you are trying to provoke me. You seek a clear negative reaction from me to confirm that I still care."

Young Hydral gently caressed the porcelain cheek of Miss puppet, chuckling, "This is unlike you, Venna."

"How have you become so fragile? Like a pitiful cat abandoned by the roadside, seeking to affirm your current predicament in such a manner."

Ravenna\'s mind was in turmoil and pain. When Seraphina\'s words pierced through her last defenses, the rationality she had been restraining did not prevail. Instead, the instincts from deep within took control.

What had she said… just now?

Did she really want to provoke Ansel with those words, to confirm that he would still react with anger and resentment towards her?

How could there be such an… absurdity?

As Ansel had said, Ravenna herself did not believe she could be so weak.

Ansel found Ravenna\'s demeanor to be quite satisfactory. Although he was genuinely indifferent to the extent of her current taming—fate\'s intervention had expedited her progress far beyond his prior expectations—Ravenna\'s visible confusion and timidity still brought him a profound sense of delight.

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