A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 494 Answer - IV

It was not merely because he lost the Head of Soul, but more importantly, during these six years, he continuously severed parts containing the remnants of Annelisa's soul. Due to their tight integration, he often shattered... parts of his own soul in the process.

With the most crucial creation still incomplete, Flamelle meticulously controlled the progress of Annelisa's resurrection. Over these six years, he sustained and nourished the incomplete Annelisa with his own soul.

Now, having achieved his final creation, he finally managed to... completely sever the last remnants of Annelisa's soul from his own, fully resurrecting his wife, the mother of his son. Thus, his life reached its end.

"Next, it's between us, father and son."

Flamelle smiled, "I want to ask you a question, Ans."

Ansel did not respond, and Flamelle continued:Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"What is it?"

He gazed at his child, his sea-blue eyes swirling with nearly uncontrollable madness and fury:

"What is the scum that threatens you... that turned you into this?"

The entire flower field began to tremble violently, but in an instant, as Flamelle looked at the wooden house, everything returned to calm.

"... Even now, you don't want to tell me?"

Flamelle sighed softly, then smiled freely, "Sorry for asking a difficult question at the end, Ans."

The handsome middle-aged nobleman sat on the ground without any decorum, gently caressing the flowers around him, murmuring softly:

"How beautiful, Ans, don't you think?"

"Only when recreating all this did I understand how much effort Anna put in."

He looked at his son, unable to help but smile, "No matter how capricious and carefree she was, she was the best woman in the world, right?"

Flamelle's face lit up with joy, "She was perfect, so I didn't need any other woman."

"Compared to someone as incompetent as me..."

The man, who had just been smiling brightly, inhaled the fragrance of the flowers and murmured:

"Indeed, a good woman like her deserves to live longer."

And the price...

The price was that he had to force his father to death with his own hands, to personally strip away... the ten years of happiness Flamelle could have had.

It was such extreme cruelty, such ultimate malice, such... unforgivable sin.

Ansel of Hydral, he was the one who should apologize to his parents, even believing that his sins were so great that he didn't even deserve to apologize.

"Why?"

Flamelle laughed heartily, "Why? Is there still a need for why?"

He placed his hand on Ansel's head, ruffling the boy's hair vigorously. "Didn't you ask me why Anna, who knows nothing of alchemy or creation, could fulfill my greatest desire in my eyes?"

At this moment, Flamelle of Hydral was not the supreme divine species, nor the greatest alchemist wielding the Creator's authority.

He was simply a father.

As a father, his expression, gaze, and tone revealed pure joy and happiness.

"Because she created you with me, Ansel."

In those sea-blue eyes, identical to Ansel's and proof of their shared bloodline, there was only pure love and tenderness.

"You are the most perfect answer I can give to this world."

Ansel looked directly into his father's eyes. He knew that Flamelle, who had been trying so hard to hide his essence from the Empress, was well aware of his plans, thoughts, and observations.

He knew he was forcing his father to his death.

Yet, despite this, Flamelle accepted it, even though he could have lived a little longer to spend a happy and perfect time with his family; even though his divine species' desire for life and ascension was almost unstoppable; even though he didn't even know... why Ansel needed his power so urgently.

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But he still accepted it.

He transcended his attachment to his own happiness, the instincts of his divine species, and didn't even need to seek a reason.

When his son forced him to end his own life, he gladly complied.