Chapter 133: Ange 3
Ange was instantly defeated by Vivian's words. She turned her head away, avoiding reality, her face full of gloom as she muttered,
"It's just… just that here, the light of magic can't reach. Once I return to the Empire, surely…"
Tolle really couldn't hold it in any longer. Another problem child—if she wasn't properly disciplined, it wouldn't do. He couldn't bring himself to bully her directly, but he could certainly let his adorable subordinates put her to good use.
He then burst out laughing and mocked Ange.
"That bastard commander really dumped a troublesome case on us—a defective product that can't even recognize her own situation."
(Thinking: Anyway, it's Zola mocking her, not me. Go on, keep pushing her.)
Rosalie also angrily pointed at Ange and said, "A defective product, yet acting all high and mighty, spewing nonsense?"
Chris jeered at her too. "Wow, how embarrassing, utterly humiliating."
Unwilling to accept the title of "defective product," Ange was about to shout back, "Defective product? That's what you are—"
But Hilda stomped hard on her foot and yanked her by the collar, snarling.
"Know your own weight first, Princess Embarrassment."
Just then, Ersha stepped forward with a smile, looking like she wanted to play mediator.
"Hey now, everyone, enough already. She's still a newcomer. Let's show a little more tolerance."
Hilda wasn't pleased at being interrupted and snapped at her.
"Hah? A self-deluded ugly who thinks she's beautiful needs to be taught a lesson early."
"Well, you say that, but Ange isn't ugly at all."
"Ersha, you're always this naïve. That's exactly why recruits think they can step all over us."
Tolle was once again growing impatient. With Ersha interfering like this, Ange's discipline couldn't proceed.
"Alright, enough quarreling. I'll take responsibility for properly teaching Ange. The rest of you, go about your own business."
He walked up, grabbed Ange's little hand, and dragged her toward the lounge. After locking the door behind them, he pressed her against the wall and said,
"Ange, do you want life here to be easier? Do you want to escape this place? Or maybe, do you want to go outside and see your mother?"
The moment she heard about seeing her mother, Ange's eyes lit up. She turned to Zola, asking urgently,
"Tell me! Quickly, tell me! How do I leave this damned place and see my mother?"
Seeing her fall neatly into his trap, Tolle grinned lecherously.
"Well, that depends on whether you're willing to make a little sacrifice. If you're obedient enough, I might just tell you the way."
"I'm willing! As long as I can go out to see my mother soon, I'll do anything."
"Heh heh, remember, you said that. I'll collect a little interest first."
With that, Tolle leaned in and kissed her. At first Ange resisted, but gradually, she began to cooperate. Tolle took the opportunity to let his hands roam freely.
More than ten minutes later, Ange, her face flushed red, suddenly shoved him away.
"Enough! Now tell me what I have to do."
Licking his lips in satisfaction, Tolle pulled her into his arms.
"Alright, I'll tell you, little cutie.
First, you need to learn patience. Right now, you have no strength whatsoever—not even the ability to escape. Tell me, who could you possibly defeat? Orders from the officers here are absolute, understand? Even I have to obey the commander.
Don't say what you shouldn't, don't do what you shouldn't. Small impatience ruins great plans.
Second, you need overwhelming power—the strength to crush all your enemies. But you don't have that either. Still, there's a chance. You saw the Phantom Armors outside just now, right? When the time comes, I'll help you pick out the strongest one.
But you'll have to train hard and grow stronger through constant battle. When you're able to stand alone against a thousand, nothing will be a problem anymore.
Third, until you gain absolute power, you must fully synchronize with your machine. That way, you'll survive longer on the battlefield.
Because survival is the only truth. If you die, everything turns to nothing—not even your mother will you be able to see again."
As Ange was still deep in thought, Tolle kissed her again. This time, she pushed him away forcefully, glaring in anger.
"I understand. When do I start training with that Phantom Armor?"
Tolle looked at her with some disappointment. His words had worked, but not to the degree he wanted.
He wondered if he could keep up this Zola façade for long. Still, Coco and Miranda had to die.
Yet, for such adorable girls to simply be slaughtered by dragons seemed like a waste. Maybe he could take them in himself. Then create fake projections as substitutes for their deaths, letting them accompany the real Zola.
Hmm, perhaps feasible. That way, he'd gain two more subordinates, edging his own power a little closer.
"Fine. I'll take you now. But you have to behave yourself, understand?"
Ange nodded obediently. Tolle wrapped his arm around her waist and led her back to the hangar.
Hilda, Rosalie, and Chris all watched as Tolle walked out holding Ange in his arms. Their eyes were full of jealousy, glaring at Ange as if they wanted to devour her.
Tolle sighed. His three girlfriends were wonderful in every way—except they were far too jealous. Clearly, they needed more discipline as well.
He reluctantly turned to Rosalia and said,
"Rosalie, I'm leaving her in your hands. Make sure you train her properly."
Then he addressed the Ange in his arms.
"Ange, you need to get along with everyone. After all, you're all Magicless. Alright, let's begin training."
Hearing the word "Magicless," Ange looked reluctant, but she still nodded and followed Rosalia. Tolle continued issuing orders.
"Alright, Ersha, Rosalie, Chris—you're with me to test the long-range artillery combat system.
Salia, Hilda, Vivian—you're in charge of training the recruit. Do it properly. Move out."
Everyone returned to their duties. Salia led Ange, Coco, and Miranda toward the changing room to put on their pilot suits.
This time, Ange didn't resist as before, when Salia had to press a knife against her to make her comply. She obediently followed along.
Yet, the scene in the changing room played out exactly as expected. Ange, disgusted by the bloodstained pilot suit, began throwing a tantrum again.
She complained that rather than wear such a thing, she'd rather go into battle fully wrapped in cloth.
In the end, Salia stripped her naked and tossed her outside the changing room. Finally, Ange had no choice but to give in and put on the suit.
What gave Salia the biggest headache, however, was that after being a pampered princess for so long, Ange didn't even know how to dress herself.
Salia sighed—this girl was worse than a child.
In the end, she had no choice but to start by teaching her how to put on clothes properly.
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