Mind-Controlled by the Villainess? I’ll Turn the Tables and Make Her Mine!

“I said, Aunt Isera, there's no need for such formalities,” Ansu insisted, helping her up.

This former Holy Maiden of the tribe had been incredibly emotional when she first met the “fake” Chosen One, clearly holding a profound reverence for the Chosen of the Holy Light.

Mother and daughter were truly alike in this regard...

“Lord Ansu, I am truly sorry...” Isera’s voice was filled with self-reproach. “We were unable to distinguish that he was a fake Chosen One, and we even allowed that clone of the enemy high priest to infiltrate us and gain everyone's trust. We were made fools of for so long!”

If it hadn't been for the real Chosen One, Ansu, and his ability to adapt... to turn the tide, the consequences would have been truly unthinkable.

“It is nothing,” Ansu said, gently shaking his head. “Leo himself was unaware, and he was willing to sacrifice himself to defeat Gulzan. He performed a great service.”

Ansu looked toward the highest peak of the snow mountains and slowly spoke of the promise he had made before Leo vanished.

Hearing this, Isera nodded solemnly.

“Since Leo is a hero who sacrificed himself for the greater good, rest assured. We will plant his sword upon the northern snow mountain and regularly maintain his grave. We will never reveal the truth, allowing him to be honored by the world as a hero.”

“It is only right.” Isera finally managed a smile. She glanced at the two of them and said knowingly, “The tribe still has many matters to attend to, and I am sure you two have private things to discuss. I shall take my leave.”

She was clearly giving them some time alone. With that, she turned and departed.

Silence returned to the courtyard.

Watching her mother's figure recede, Freya felt inexplicably more at ease, and the cold persona she had maintained for so long finally crumbled.

She quickly turned to Ansu and asked playfully, “You’ve been in meetings for so long, you must be hungry, right? What do you want to eat?”

Ansu smiled. “Hmm... anything is fine. I want to eat everything.”

A hint of mischief flashed in Freya's eyes. “Everything? Are you sure?”

“Hmm?”

“Northern cuisine isn't always delicious. I've heard that the Ogor tribe has a specialty ‘delicacy’ called pickled auk. The taste and the way it's prepared... just talking about it is a bit nauseating. You definitely don't want to know the process.”

Having said that, she pinched her nose and made a disgusted face as if she could smell it, making Ansu burst into laughter.

“And there's more!” Freya added. “Northern spirits are no weaker than dwarven spirits! With your tolerance, you’d probably pass out after just one sip!”

“Oh?” Ansu raised an eyebrow, his tone carrying a hint of defiance. “You’re underestimating me. I wouldn't collapse after just one sip.”

“Then let's go! I'll take you to try some!” Freya laughed and grabbed his hand, leading him toward the courtyard gate.

Just then—

“Aren't you taking me?”

A faint, eerie voice suddenly came from behind them. With a slight surge of mana, Celia’s figure slowly materialized.

She glanced at the intimate and happy pair and said expressionlessly, “What, are you planning to run away from me again?”

“Of course not,” Ansu explained quickly. “We haven't left yet. We were waiting for you.”

“At least you know your place!” Celia stepped forward, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she caught sight of Freya holding Ansu’s hand.

“Hmph...” Freya pouted and reluctantly let go.

Celia leaned close to Ansu’s ear, her tone carrying a clear warning:

“Ansu, if you ever dare to pull a disappearing act again, I’ll chain you up! I’ll never let you out again! And... this time it won't just be to the bedboard. You can look forward to being locked in a little black room and receiving the most miserable punishment!”

“You’re such a bad witch! How dare you treat Lord Ansu like that!” Freya looked at Ansu with indignation. “Lord Ansu, don't worry! If she ever dares to do that, I’ll risk my life to rescue you!”

“Heh...” Just as Celia was about to mock her, a crisp and urgent cry suddenly rang out.

“Brother—!”

The courtyard gate was pushed open, and a slender young girl came flying in, throwing herself into Ansu’s arms.

It was Vera.

“Brother... you’re finally back!”

“I was so worried about you all this time...” Vera’s arms tightly circled Ansu’s waist, her eyes instantly welling with tears. “It was so dangerous this time. I was really afraid I’d never see you again...”

“It’s okay, it’s okay.” Ansu gently stroked the top of her head. Seeing her voice grow more choked with sobs, he joked with a smile, “Silly girl, don't forget who your brother is! Did you think mere schemes and tricks could trap me?”

“Mm!” Vera suppressed the soreness in her nose and broke into a smile through her tears. “My brother is the best! No matter what danger he faces, he can always turn it into a blessing!”

Ever since she heard the news of her brother’s disappearance, she had immediately followed the cult to Talin. Vera had desperately wanted to help, but she could do nothing but worry in secret.

Fortunately, Ansu would regularly send messages out. Even though it was only one-way, as long as she could see news of her brother’s safety, the weight on her heart could be lightened slightly.

Later, everyone used the information sent by her brother to break through the predicament step by step... Until today, she finally got her wish and saw her brother return safely. All her worries transformed into the joy of the moment.

“Brother... from now on, wherever you go, take me with you, okay...?”

Vera pressed her cheek tightly against his chest, murmuring sadly.

“Brother, Vera won't be a bother... Vera is useful too...”

Ansu paused slightly upon hearing this.

Freya hadn't heard Vera’s murmur clearly. Looking at the adorable girl before her, a gentle smile spread across her face. “Vera, you’ve gotten thinner these past few days. Why didn't you take better care of yourself?”

“Sister Freya!” Vera let go of Ansu and smilingly threw herself into Freya’s arms, nuzzling against her affectionately. “I missed you too!”

“Mm, I missed you too, Vera.” Freya gently hugged her back.

To the side, Celia glanced at the two close sisters and huffed, her words still sharp.

“Your brother’s talent for getting into trouble is quite impressive. He almost got himself killed this time...”

“You should advise your brother well in the future! Don't let him wander around with incompetent people.” She let out a sarcastic laugh. “If he hadn't insisted on accompanying our Holy Maiden home, none of this mess would have happened.”

Freya’s brow furrowed instantly. “What use would you have been if you were the one by Lord Ansu’s side? We were facing a Saint Tier powerhouse and a demon with the strength of a demigod!”

Celia’s tone carried a hint of disdain. “Don't compare me to you. If I had been there, I naturally would have had my ways.”

“Hmph...” Freya shot back, “I wonder who it was that clung to Lord Ansu, utterly panicked and lost when we first encountered that demon...”

Celia frowned. “Did such a thing happen?”

“Of course it did!” Freya nodded immediately. “Back in Maplewood Town, did you forget?”

“Ansu, did that happen?”

“No, I don't think so...”

“Don't you dare threaten Lord Ansu! Lord Ansu was unconscious at the time, how would he know?”

Vera blinked her bright eyes, silently watching the two go back and forth.

Even though she knew they were arguing again, for some reason, she felt... the atmosphere between these two was different from before?

It seemed to have quietly improved a bit?

Strange...

Had many incredible things happened during this time that she didn't know about?

It felt like she had fallen far behind and missed everything...

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