A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 560 Silent Changes - II

Simultaneously, a frail adventurer donning a beret meandered near the bookshelf, engrossed in two stacks of documents he held.

"..."

Milo knew their identities; he had long since familiarized himself with their likenesses.

In the brief silence, the young man's slightly stiff face suddenly blossomed into a vibrant smile.

"Why, if it isn't Lord Faust!" he exclaimed, feigning delighted surprise as if he had known the dark-haired youth lounging in his chair for over a decade.

Milo strode forward, his demeanor humble and respectful. "I never imagined you'd grace us with your presence. My deepest apologies for not preparing a proper welcome."

However, 'Faust' remained unresponsive, setting aside the book and looking up at the slender adventurer.

"Margarete, have you found your answer?" he inquired.

"Indeed," Margarete nodded gently. "I now understand why Miss Nerilia wishes you to spare Mr. Milo."

"... Wait!" Milo interjected loudly. "Isn't there some misunderstand—"

Faust frowned slightly, tapping the desk with his forefinger. An invisible force surged forth, instantly shredding Milo's vocal cords.

"Continue," he said, turning back to Margarete.

"Mr. Milo Leo, through his brother Bryce Palmer Leo, has connections with numerous Adventure's Guilds and powerful adventurers throughout the Western Lands. Using him as a stepping stone, one could construct a comprehensive intelligence network... No, Shadewell must have already done so. More accurately, he's a crucial piece in Shadewell's network across the Western Lands."

"Thus... Miss Nerilia hopes you'll spare Milo's life."

Nerilia's message had arrived almost immediately after Marlina had requested information on Milo from Yvaine.

Though Nerilia herself was absent, presumably on a mission, she had conveyed her message through a black feather. Ansel had relayed this information to Marlina, presenting her with a small challenge: to discern Nerilia's reasons for defying Ansel's wishes within a set timeframe.

Ignoring the writhing Milo on the floor, Ansel continued questioning Marlina: "Do you believe her reasoning is sound?"

"... You never act without purpose, Mr. Faust," Marlina replied softly.

"While I may not comprehend your deeper motives, I see no reason to question them. Miss Nerilia's presumption that she knows better than you is both presumptuous and arrogant."

Ansel couldn't help but chuckle, "Are you gossiping about her behind her back?"

"No," Marlina shook her head. "I'll point it out directly the next time we meet."

The young Hydral gazed at her for a long moment before suddenly asking:

"Then, what if I had no deeper motive?"

Marlina was taken aback.

"...What?"

"Margarete, regarding borrowing Mr. Milo's head, it's not out of 'interest' actually."

Ansel, now visibly more relaxed, said nonchalantly, "I simply want to kill him because he disgusts me."

"...Is that so?" Marlina was slightly surprised but respectfully replied, "Then you have more than ample reason."

Yet, unspoken confusion lingered in her heart.

This... doesn't sound like something Mr. Ansel would say.

"Nerilia wouldn't share your view. She'd say I wasn't like this before."

Before... the previous Mr. Ansel...

This confusion aligned with Marlina's inner doubts. She felt she had grasped something, yet couldn't see it clearly.

Ansel chuckled, "Nevermind her. We only have an hour. We should take Mr. Milo's head back to complete the task."

He raised his hand, crossing his index finger and thumb. Milo's head promptly detached from his neck.

The cut was clean and smooth, not a drop of blood spilled, possessing a certain... artistic quality.

"Let's go, Margarete," Ansel said lightly after securing Milo's head.

"We'll complete the commission and still have time for a drink."

"... Mr. Faust, could you wait a moment?" Margarete's voice was soft.

"Hmm?"

Holding two stacks of documents, Margarete spoke quietly, "There's something I'd like to do, with your permission."

Ansel looked at her with interest. "Go on."

"I had a concern beyond Miss Nerilia's. Mr. Milo was likely the only one capable of managing Dispute Fortress. His death will surely plunge it into chaos."

"Dispute Fortress cannot function without Milo."

Ansel shrugged. "It's a bit late to mention this now."

His expression suggested he had already considered this but didn't seem particularly concerned. Based on Marlina's understanding of Ansel, he likely had someone prepared to take over Dispute Fortress covertly.

But... there was no need to wait.

The young woman turned her gaze to the trembling man, his trousers wet, likely holding a position similar to her own. She suddenly displayed a charming, beautiful smile:

"I believe you share this opinion, don't you, sir?"

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