A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines - C.240: Remarkable Seraphina - VII

Ansel has given me greater power, so should I stop here and not ask him for more…?

No, it shouldn't be like this.

The tall figure of the girl slowly straightened up in the tremor.

"...This time."

Toradon squinted his eyes, "It has nothing to do with the essence, this little girl's comprehension is somewhat frightening."

He, and the other pact heads, all saw Seraphina, who was slowly standing up, with a huge shadow rolling behind her.

That shadow, as if descending from the abyss, is elusive, but it is the real source of her power.

The head of strength can, with the consent of Hydral, summon the projection of Hydral itself, a move that Seraphina has already used.

So... this is not the reason why Seraphina can withstand the gravitational suppression of Tyrus without using the beast king.

The real reason is... she is absorbing the immense power contained in that phantom into her own body!

She is using her own body to accept the earth-shattering power of Hydral's projection!

"Very good, Seraphina."

Ansel allows his girl to continuously draw power from him, and smiles contentedly: "I've said... before you grow up, always, just devour me to your heart's content."

Seraphina raised her head and took a step towards the increasingly close Tyrus, her dark red eyes subtly changing into... the vertical pupils of a snake?

Yes, I am Ansel's pact head... a part of Ansel.

Why should I feel that, to share the pressure for Ansel, I can't ask for more power from him?

This is what Ansel is willing to give me, it is my power.

Just like... just like, I belong to him too.

The terrifying physical body of Hydral is almost infinitely amplifying Seraphina's body, even if it is just the power poured in by the phantom, it is already about to burst Seraphina.

She has not yet fully adapted to this method of using power — using the phantom as a medium, drawing the terrifying power of Hydral's body into herself, once she gets used to it, won't she need this process anymore, and can directly add the power of Ansel's body?

When she becomes stronger, can she add the physical power of the complete Hydral to her own body... how strong will she be then!

"Huh..." The lungs that were originally squeezed by gravity to the point where they could hardly expand, exhaled a hot and intense breath, like steam, Seraphina, whose eyes had turned into eerie vertical pupils, step by step, walked towards Tyrus more and more steadily.

"She is a prodigy, Ans," Flamelle exclaimed with heartfelt admiration, "Her future is boundless."

"I am aware," Ansel, cradling his face, chuckled lightly, "That is Seraphina."

"Hey, I was saying..."

Already standing in front of Tyrus, close enough to touch him and then successfully complete this test, Seraphina slightly lifted her chin: "What you initially said was not for me to touch you, but to attack you, right?"

Tyrus slightly raised an eyebrow: "If you still have the strength now, feel free to try."

He did not exert more force, but Tyrus, also a head of strength, was well aware that Seraphina's body had reached the limit of withstanding the power of Hydral's body.

If more strength was poured in, her entire body would explode directly because it could not bear the enormous physical force that could shatter mountains.

"Don't underestimate people too much."

Seraphina, who was dominated by wildness, tugged at the corner of her mouth: "My limit is not the same as yours, big guy."

"Moreover, even if it reaches that limit, even if it really wants to explode..."

Her left hand clenched into a fist, turning into a palm knife, and the violent madness that belonged to her and originated from Hydral flashed in her snake-like eyes!

"Isn't it better to let it explode somewhere!"

At this moment, her left arm mutated, twisted, and swelled, but it also swept up the terrifying force that easily shattered even the heavy pressure, and at an extremely tricky angle, in a blink of an eye, like a white thunderbolt, she thrust her clenched fingers towards Tyrus's heart!

Boom!

Seraphina's entire left arm exploded instantly, the shattered flesh and bone splashed on the girl's face, making her excited and joyful face look both terrifying and charming.

In an instant, she poured all the power of Hydral's body into her left arm, and even Seraphina didn't control the terrifying power for a moment, and almost missed the spot.

"..."

Tyrus lowered his head and looked at the two fingers stuck in his heart, almost half of the knuckle had gone in.

But this half of the knuckle can't be described as "just", it's more appropriate to describe it as "actually".

This third-stage girl actually stabbed half of her finger into his chest.

The strong man was silent for a moment, then sincerely said:

"Remarkable."

"Hehe, of course, I am Seraphina, the pact head of Ans — ah!"

When the power of Hydral's body was withdrawn from her body, Seraphina instantly softened and collapsed to the ground like a boneless body. Fortunately, Ans appeared in time and held her.

"That's about it."

The young Hydral hugged the girl's waist somewhat helplessly: "You don't have to go this far."

"I just can't bear to lose..."

After obediently drinking the potion fed by Ansel, Seraphina wiped her mouth, glanced at Tyrus, and pouted: "I always feel that this big guy is looking down on me, isn't that the same as looking down on you, Ansel?"

Ansel laughed: "Tyrus is already looking high on you. That sudden increase in weight, even fourth stage may die on the spot, if you didn't have your spiritual essence to block it, you might be half dead now."

"…Eh, is that so?"

Seraphina scratched her head: "Who made him look like 'I didn't exert any effort at all'."

"Of course he didn't exert any effort, but for you, Seraphina, it's already excessive."

"My apologies, Young Lord," the towering brute, who bore a striking resemblance to a terrifying murderer, bowed deeply towards Ansel. "This was a necessary trial."

"I understand. Seraphina has quickly adapted to the deeper usage of the head of strength, you've done nothing wrong," Ansel dismissed with a wave of his hand, "Don't worry about it."

He returned to the tea table, cradling the limp Seraphina. The young girl was bashful and confused, yet utterly powerless to resist. She could only bury her head in Ansel's shoulder like an ostrich. However, due to her tall stature, this action was somewhat challenging, making her appear incredibly endearing.

"How did it go, Lawrence?" Ansel asked the grey rat on Saville's shoulder, a smile playing on his lips. "Did Seraphina perform well?"

"Well?!"

Lawrence exclaimed in a boyish voice, filled with awe. "My heavens, Young Lord, this is far beyond 'well'. This is perfection, unparalleled perfection!"

He hopped off Saville's shoulder, standing on the tea table, looking up at Seraphina with a face full of admiration. "In a couple of years, I'm certain I'll be under your protection, Miss Seraphina! No, perhaps it won't even take that long."

"Your physical driving skills and talent are unheard of... In such a short time, you are able to adapt to the infusion of Hydral's power into your own body, and even guide it to a specific part before exploding..."

Toradon clicked his tongue in amazement. "In terms of talent, you could blow Tyrus, that stubborn fool, out of the water by miles. Plus, there's the unknown powerful spiritual quality... I must say,Young Lord, it's a miracle. to find such a creature in the desolate North."

"An... Ansel," Seraphina whispered into Ansel's ear, her cheeks burning hot. "Can you ask them to stop talking like this? I... I can't handle it."

"Hmm? I thought you loved hearing people praise you?"

"That's different! They... they're my elders, or not, either way... it's too strange!"

"Too strange, hmm..."

Ansel, who was holding Seraphina, suddenly burst into laughter. He turned his head to look at the other side of the tea table, at another corner of the courtyard.

"What do you think of my Seraphina, the remarkable Seraphina?"

"Miss Ravenna?"