A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

The blood flames are burning.

As the sun sank below the horizon, a second blood-red sun ignited in the sky above the imperial capital.

At this moment, all the fifth-stage extraordinary beings within the empire turned their gaze towards the direction of the capital, either in disbelief or in utter shock.

Ephesande Flamefeast, the supreme empress, had long reached the end of her glorious life.

The last time she flaunted her power so recklessly was thirty-two years ago when she dragged a sky-covering void whale out of the Zero Realm Enigma.

At that time, Ephesande did not take pleasure in war and torment, nor did she hide within the source flame, neglecting state affairs.

Back then, she could still proudly declare her power to the empire, unconditionally distributing the rare void whale, unseekable in the past hundred years, to her subjects.

No one expected that the flaming sun above Anticheg would suddenly burn so fiercely. Everyone thought it was not yet the time.

The capital was thus shaken by a massive earthquake, with at least eighty percent of the fifth-stage extraordinary beings fleeing immediately upon sensing Ephesande's rampant release of the Flamefeast fire, abandoning their properties in the capital. The remaining ones mostly stayed with escape plans in place, ready to observe the situation.

The fifth-stage extraordinary beings, who had been dominated by the divine species for millennia, had long formed a tacit understanding… regarding this rare opportunity.

Everyone knew that the decline of this generation's empress and Hydral would come simultaneously, and for reasons they did not understand, the two sides seemed to coexist peacefully, though their conflicts were extremely sharp.

A battle between two divine beings might destroy most of the world's existence, and many fifth-stage extraordinary beings might not escape unscathed.

But some always believed they would be the ones to survive and build a new world on the scorched earth.

Within Anticheg, the great empress who ruled everything was laughing maniacally in a manner unbefitting her status and current appearance.

"Flamelle... Flamelle! Did you just end like this?! Hahaha... What on earth were you doing? As the Creator, did you inexplicably play yourself to death?!"

When Ansel integrated the miracle created by Flamelle into his body, Ephesande immediately sensed the anomaly.

—The aura of Hydral, a fellow sixth-stage divine species, that abyssal presence as deep as the sea, was rapidly dissipating.

The terrifying gaze of the abyssal beast that had been staring at her vanished in an instant.

Even the Nostrom, floating ten thousand meters above the capital, entered standby mode, and the cannon that could bombard Anticheg was shut down.

Upon realizing these events, Ephesande's first reaction was "denial." She could not believe that the monster who had fought her for decades would die so inexplicably, so... absurd.

So she cautiously, carefully, extended her perception bit by bit towards Hydral's manor. After confirming that Flamelle did not retaliate, she extended her perception towards the more untouchable realm in the sky, the Nostrom.

However, Flamelle still did not retaliate.

Moreover, she sensed the shock and panic of all the pact heads stationed on the Nostrom, felt the abyssal aura rapidly fading from them. Although she did not immediately locate Flamelle, all these signs indicated... that monster, something had happened to him.

Ephesande had no intention of acting immediately.

Though she was old, senile, and cruelly mad, when it came to matters of her own life, this empress, who constantly thought of living longer, became incredibly sharp.

Ephesande's true intention was to use a mix of truth and falsehood to make it difficult for Flamelle to grasp the exact moment she would act. She appeared ready for a decisive battle but did not actually do so, instead possibly spreading her power elsewhere in preparation.

… Although such tactics might seem childish in the struggles of the divine species, for Ephesande, it was of no consequence.

As long as she could seize the opportunity to live and advance further, she would do anything.

What Ephesande did not expect was that this opportunity… would present itself so clearly before her.

Even now, amidst her ecstasy, she remained vigilant against Flamelle, wary of whether he was hiding somewhere, waiting for the right moment to deliver a fatal blow. Thus, she released her power without reservation, both to continue probing Flamelle and to prepare and guard against him.

However… nothing happened.

In this torturous wait for Ephesande, nothing happened. Instead, she saw the handsome young man she had coveted for years… approaching Anthicheg.

He did not carry the aura of the sixth stage.

For the divine species, the presence of another divine species was extremely distinct, as obvious as a walking sun unless deliberately concealed.

Ephesande, staring intently at Ansel, began to breathe heavily.

"Flamelle is dead... but you did not inherit his power?"

"No, that's not right... if that's the case, then Flamelle might not be dead but weakened or sealed for some reason?"

A blaze of ecstatic flames ignited in the woman's eyes. She knew that Flamelle would never use his son as bait, nor did he have the need or significance to do so.

Therefore, if Flamelle's divine aura disappeared and Ansel did not inherit Flamelle's power, it could only mean that something significant had happened to Flamelle!

And at this moment... who could Ansel turn to for help? Who else in this world could solve the problems of the divine species?

"Ah... ah..."

Ephesande's throat emitted a moan mixed with joy and desire, causing her voice to tremble.

"Are you coming to seek my help?"

She licked her lips, using magic to gaze through the eyes of a predator at the gradually approaching Ansel, who was about to enter the palace. Explore hidden tales at empire

"Such touching father-son affection... at this moment, I am truly grateful for the good relationship between you and your father, Ansel... you want to save him, right? You must be willing to... pay any price, right?"

The thought that she might have the chance to subdue that monster's child, the boy who considered her daughter his own, the genius whom the entire empire admired, the handsome young man who so perfectly matched her desires, under her body, on her bed… made Ephesande's tall, soft, and voluptuous body convulse with excitement.

She regained her peak power, along with her intense desire and ambition.

"Come... Ansel, dear Ansel."

"Let me... love you properly."

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