"Helen... Ravenna?"
The man stood up, looking towards the two won beside Ansel, while a painful moan also arose beside Ansel.
The young Hydral imdiately turned his head; Helen was naturally obedient to Ansel's command, but Ravenna...
She seed to have lost her senses, daring to et Flalle's gaze at that mont!
Ansel swiftly grabbed the leash from Helen's hand, pulling Ravenna in front of him and clasped her throat.
"Do you wish... to destroy yourself?!"
His eyes blazed with uncontrollable fury, and his tightening grip nearly sank into Ravenna's throat.
Ravenna, nearly strangled to death by Ansel, could not speak, but her eyes, though filled with imnse pain, conveyed her disdain clearly.
She would not simply hand over the fruits of her three years of hard cultivation to Helen, to herself, even if it ant recklessly confronting the current Flalle, even if it ant destroying her own self, she would not make it easy for Ansel.
After locking eyes with those defiant purple irises, Ansel flung Ravenna to the ground.
"What exactly... makes you hate so much?"
Ravenna, whose mories had been erased, showed hostility towards Ansel even after three peaceful years, yet she still hesitated at her core.
And Ravenna, who had spent three whole years alone in the underground library, had never once considered Ansel's difficulties, instead building up such a resolute and profound loathing.
Even Ansel found it absurd.
He firmly planted the tip of his scepter into Ravenna's abdon, looking down at her as she curled up in pain from both the confrontation with Flalle and the physical injuries, yet he revealed a smile.
"Are you... underestimating my father too much?"
Ansel leaned forward slightly, his smile radiantly bright: "Even if your soul is now crushed to remnants, I can still make you nourishnt for Helen... you damn traitor."
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Although Ansel had previously equated Ravenna's past actions to companionship in his eyes, he had never outright labeled her a traitor in the truest sense, because from an objective standpoint, it was indeed he who had utterly betrayed Ravenna.
However, now, there is no longer any need for objectivity.
"Father," Ansel turned to Flalle, who seed pensive for reasons unknown, "I am in your debt."
"Helen... Ravenna..."
The man stroked his chin, "Who was it again? Never mind, since there are signs of soul disassembly and reconstruction... I must have assisted you with this before, Ansel. Doing it again is no trouble—do you want to transform the girl lying on the ground into nourishnt for the girl with her eyes closed?"
Ravenna's painful moan had turned into a roar; the mont she locked eyes with Flalle, her fate was sealed. The abyss's poison had infiltrated her soul, but dealing with it was not a difficult task for Flalle.
"It's a matter of minutes."
Seeing Ansel nod in agreent, Flalle said with ease, "Go spend so ti with your mother first; she hasn't seen you these days and misses you."
"...There will be plenty of ti later; no need now."
Flalle, about to begin his work, slightly tilted his head to look at his son.
"Not even these few minutes?"
He asked softly, his deanor shifting dramatically from relaxed to a chilling calm in an instant, as if he had changed his face, sending a shiver down one's spine.
Yet, his tone was not coercive, rely... absent-minded.
Just like Ansel, who had once imrsed himself so deeply in the abyss that he didn't know what he was saying, what he was doing, or perhaps even who he was.
Ansel remained silent for a mont, then quietly approached the crystal coffin and knelt beside it.
Seeing this, Flalle suddenly laughed again; if not for the terrifying change in his expression a mont ago, his smile would have been truly radiant and warm.
"Stay with her," the man said warmly, "You said it yourself, there's plenty of ti."
Ansel and Annelisa, inside the coffin, simultaneously vanished from this strange bedroom.
"And then..." Flalle turned to the two identical delicate won, "You two, with that little bug whispering in my ear, what exactly are you trying to hide from Ansel?"
He glanced at Helen's black wristband, his brow slightly raised, and a similar band instantly appeared on his own wrist.
"An interesting... construct."
The divine species, standing at the pinnacle of creation, watched as "Nidhoggur" endlessly erged from his bracelet, murmuring softly, "Accommodate, expand, transform... Ha, a versatile material, almost like a lower-grade version of my spiritual essence. But such an idea is not sothing ordinary people can realize."
Flalle nodded in satisfaction, "Ansel has chosen a good pact head, speak up—"
"What exactly... are you trying to help Ansel with?"
As Ravenna's restraints were released, she collapsed to the ground, enduring the excruciating pain of her soul being torn and ground. Yet, she staggered and struggled imnsely to stand up.
Helen, who had been silent and constantly displayed a distinct hatred towards Ravenna, unexpectedly… reached out to help her up!
"This is... the pain that the divine species must endure."
Ravenna, leaning on Helen's shoulder, barely stood up. She covered her distorted face with her other hand, her voice hoarse:
"Will Ansel have to endure this kind of pain… in the future?"
Flalle shook his head: "What you have endured is less than one ten-millionth."
"...How cruel."
Ravenna looked up at Flalle and said, "Do you think it's cruel, Lord Flalle?"
"Why does he have to... endure such a fate?"
Flalle did not speak; he stared into Ravenna's eyes, and the erosion of the abyss intensified instantly, causing her to emit an uncontrollable, agonizing moan.
"You are... drawing power."
He suddenly said this.
"You are not self-destructing as Ans said, you are trying... to acclimate to the abyss?"
"You want to help Anl... so who are you? Helen? No... since you are the nourishnt, you must be Ravenna."
"There is no Helen here, Mr. Flalle."
The "Helen" supporting Ravenna softly spoke words that could completely stun Ansel:
"From the beginning, there has only been Ravenna."
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