128 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Return 128~ Brothers, Grab Your Weapons! How Can the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess? Author: HanTong Returns Update: 2025/3/20 20:30:01 Word Count: 4655 The kindly-looking Vice Bishop, resembling an old grandpa at the park, stood at the bridgehead of this steel fortress. He was dressed in the white holy robe of the Church, wearing a tall hat adorned with a cross, and held a mithril cross staff symbolizing authority. Protected by the Church's most powerful armed force, the "Holy Radiance Cross Knight Order," he gazed down at the students and mentors below. "Since the Goddess descended, extraterritorial evil gods and demon pillars have never ceased their coveting of the Tyrellis continent. These chaotic evil gods ceaselessly plot to invade our land." After a long pause, the kindly-faced Vice Bishop of the Church began to speak in a gentle tone. "The Radiant Church strives to keep the Tyrellis continent free from the threats of demon pillars and demon clans, ensuring peace and stability on the continent. This is one of the Goddess's doctrines and has always been our Church's purpose. However, it also requires the concerted efforts of every peace-loving, kind-hearted group, including you, the excellent students of Carriman." "Undoubtedly, you represent the future of the Tyrellis continent. You, who have taken on missions partially belonging to the army and Church, are the continent's most outstanding young generation—courageous and noble youths. May the Goddess of Radiance bless you with victory and success." The Vice Bishop spoke these words with humility and kindness, scattering white glowing particles into the air. Instantly, the previously oppressive sky seemed to clear a bit. The freshman students, affected by the severe cold of Resimir and lacking energy, suddenly felt invigorated, as if bathed in a refreshing and warm sea breeze. Is this the... "Holy Envoy"? Wenny furrowed his brow slightly. The old man must have used some kind of "Holy Envoy" magic that revitalizes the spirit. The scope of effect reaching this level shows his high degree of compatibility and mastery of the "Holy Envoy." Receiving the "Holy Envoy's" blessing, everyone couldn’t help but feel some admiration for the Church's Vice Bishop. This morale-boosting magic was undoubtedly a timely help. "Everyone, go forth and fight without fear. The Church of Radiance is your greatest support. If injured, the sisters and priests will heal you promptly after the battle." "The Goddess watches over you." After these words, the white-robed Vice Bishop descended from the fortress's high platform, followed closely by two Holy Radiance Cross Knights with their hands on their sword hilts. Wenny gazed at the imposing fortress before him, which should be the one Carriman Academy set up in Resimir. Other nations also established fortresses here because if this place were lost, the entire southern continent would suffer. What followed were the mentors' cautions, then departures in batches. Senior students headed out first to more heavily polluted areas, and then the mentors led the freshmen to less polluted zones. In the rear of the group, Wenny caught a glimpse of the proud golden figure carrying an oversized sword. Mirexia, representing the upperclassmen, advanced first into the most dangerous polluted areas outside army jurisdiction, accompanied by numerous third and fourth-year crowned students. She was the only second-year among them. Along the way, the white-robed Vice Bishop of the Radiant Church, with his two knights, bowed to Mirexia when they saw her. "Esteemed Princess Mirexia, on behalf of the Radiant Church, I wish you a successful journey and a triumphant return." "Thank you for your kind words, Vice Bishop," Mirexia nodded slightly, leading at the forefront. "May the Goddess protect you." Watching Mirexia's retreating figure, the Vice Bishop's face radiated a benevolent blessing. Carriman Academy's students departed according to their grades. The senior teams first headed towards areas with higher pollution levels, followed by the second-year students, who went to slightly more polluted zones than the freshmen. Then it was time for Wenny and the numerous heroines of the first year. Led by their mentors, they too set off. Wenny seemed to glimpse Aesphyra's figure, the silver-haired girl appearing calm and unruffled, showing no signs of pre-battle nerves. "Vice Bishop, the students of Carriman have set off," a Holy Radiance Cross Knight reported, saluting the Vice Bishop upon returning to the fortress. "Hmm." The white-robed Vice Bishop, leaning on his staff, sat in a soft chair, watching the departing student formations through the window. His once kindly face gradually grew contemplative, as if pondering. "Bring the map. We must revise the deployment of our Church's clergy," he instructed. "Yes." The knight did not question why the Vice Bishop wanted to overhaul the previous deployments. It wasn't his concern. As the most powerful armed force of the Radiant Church—the shield and sword of the Pope—they only needed to consider how to efficiently kill enemies and deal with adversaries of the Church and the Pope. The Radiant Church, being the organizer for cleaning polluted areas affected by the demon pillars, bore the responsibility of providing treatment for military and knight orders of all nations. Every year, numerous healing sisters and battle priests, under the Pope's directive, would travel to Resimir to heal the knights injured in fights against demons. This year was no exception. "The situation has changed; our deployments must also change. In hindsight, our previous setups were somewhat hasty and require adjustments. I have a premonition that the magical beasts in this area might migrate to another zone. Therefore, we should redeploy personnel from less polluted areas to here," the Vice Bishop said, making annotations on a map and handing it back to the knight. The knight, receiving the orders, departed the fortress to relay the new deployment instructions to all sisters and clergy in the area. ——————— All freshman teams from Carriman Academy had basically entered their designated polluted zones and begun hunting. Since the contamination levels in the areas for freshmen were very low, they hadn't encountered any demons yet, which left everyone eager and ready to engage. Despite wielding armature soul arts, those admitted to Carriman Academy were one-in-a-hundred talents. Which of them wasn't prideful? Eventually, some members of the armature team grew restless. "Mr. Fei, are we really still in Resimir? Wouldn't we have gotten lost somewhere? We haven't seen a single demon," Sok said impatiently, feeling itching for action. Ironically, the most nervous group was not the freshmen but the sophomores. While first-years had mentors to guide them and were more excited than anxious, second-years ventured out with just a token to use in emergencies. "You little rascal, don't come crying later if you can't handle the demons," Fei eyebrows at his students' reactions, chuckling. The students were indeed naive, too young and inexperienced to understand the true terror of a demon invasion or the volatile nature of real battlefields. This would expose them to real challenges and excitement, teaching these arrogant geniuses the thrill and fear of facing death and danger. Living through the bloodshed would help them comprehend the horrors of war and promote genuine growth. "Captain Fasyris, lead your team and continue advancing. I need to take a quick break and will catch up soon," said Fei, leaving abruptly before any objections. "Ahh??" Sok widened his eyes in surprise. Other students exchanged perplexed glances at such a ridiculous excuse but were somewhat used to Fei’s unpredictable nature. Thankfully, they were only on the fringes of Resimir, in areas with light pollution and few demons. "That guy..." Wenny murmured as Fei departed, withdrawing a crystal pendant from his ear and transforming it into an Ice Fang spear. "Oh wow, is that an enchanted weapon? How fascinating," Sok exclaimed with admiration. "Wenny, I've always wondered why you, a guy, dress so effeminately and wear earrings. So it turns out that's your weapon? Wow, does your family own a gold mine or something?" Jayden teased upon seeing this. "You all jest," Wenny laughed, spinning a tale. "My family has long since fallen from grace; there's no gold mountain or silver mountain to speak of. Truth be told, this was a birthday gift from a wealthy lady." Honestly speaking, the students in the armature class got along well with him. Perhaps it was because they hailed from different countries and didn't care much about his infamous reputation as a scoundrel. Plus, most of them weren't from influential backgrounds—some were even commoners—and they all had bold, straightforward personalities, which made their interactions quite harmonious. "Oh really? A wealthy lady, you say? Which 'madam' would that be?" Sok chimed in mockingly. "Why do you get to skip over a decade of struggles that the rest of us have to endure? It's fake for sure!" "Perhaps not entirely fake?" said Bardos, a tribal youth who had remained silent until then. "I often see Wenny walking very closely with a particularly striking silver-haired girl. Isn't she quite famous?" "Silver hair and stunning looks? No way, could it be the 'Silver Fairy' Aesphyra?!" Sok exclaimed. "'Silver Moon Fairy'? What are you talking about?" Wenny looked puzzled. "You don't know? Really, aren't you a guy? How can you not know the topics guys often talk about secretly? Our department and some upperclassmen have held numerous unofficial beauty pageant rankings for Carriman Academy." Sok snorted. "Rankings of campus beauties? How does that work?" "The title of 'Silver Fairy' is what they bestowed upon Miss Aesphyra. They've given titles to each beauty to avoid being overheard by them during discussions," said Zedis, with his curly hair, joining the conversation. "It seems you're genuinely out of the loop, huh?" "Impossible, definitely faking it. What guy doesn't know about this stuff? Hey, Wenny, just be honest—we know you understand. Stop pretending. We're all men here; we know what everyone's thinking," Sok said, clearly skeptical, waving it off. "I really didn't know. I'm busy with student council duties all day and night, never heard of this quirky stuff," Wenny shrugged. "Although the nominees are not much disputed, the order of the rankings is hotly debated. Some claim Mirexia, the current student council president, is number one. Others argue it's the ice-cold beauty, Ishtiya from the Empire. Some even have unique tastes and believe the quirky elven princess should take first place." "Yet, no one denies Aesphyra's beauty being top-notch; it's just a matter of preference. Some feel she lacks something, saying Mirexia should be first," Sok explained. "You guys just chat about this in your free time? How boring." Wenny remarked. "Yes, it seems Wenny is quite close to Aesphyra," Bardos pondered. "I've seen them together several times. Not sure what they talk about, but Miss Aesphyra always seems especially cheerful." Cheerful? Probably because she finds him a joke. How could she not be? Wenny felt slightly speechless internally. "Impossible, absolutely impossible! Bardos, you must be mistaken!" "Have you all forgotten who we are?? We are the masked armature men! True men among men! Destined to walk the solitary road of Sigma, with companions but no women! Have you all forgotten our vows?" Sok's words were dripping with jealousy. "This path is long, but how can there be traitors?" "Bardos must have seen wrong. Aesphyra and I have no particular interaction or special relationship," Wenny figured without saying this, Sok probably wouldn't let it go. "See, see, I told you!" Sok quickly responded upon hearing Wenny confirm it. Bardos went silent, thinking if Wenny said there wasn't anything, then that must be true. He wasn’t one to care about such matters anyway. His first and only love would forever be his armor! Zedis didn't say much. Coming from a noble family, he had a wider social circle, which allowed him to hear rumors about the upper echelons of society. One rumor, although considered less credible, caught his attention. It concerned a supposed love triangle involving Aesphyra, Mirexia, and Wenny. According to the rumor, Aesphyra secretly harbored feelings for Wenny, while Wenny secretly admired Mirexia. Who started this rumor was anyone's guess, and Zedis typically wouldn't believe it. But hearing Bardos mention witnessing interactions between Aesphyra and Wenny made him slightly skeptical. "If you're genuinely interested in someone, why not pursue them instead of secretly ranking them on some list?" Wenny genuinely meant it when he said this and wasn't trying to see Aesphyra troubled by suitors. Really, he wasn't. He simply wished that his classmates wouldn't live with regrets. "Easy for you to say! You know what status we, with armature soul arts, have. We have no family reputation, and her suitors are all geniuses from Carriman Academy. Why would they ever notice us? It's a sad reality," Sok shook his head. The wind stopped at that moment. Wenny halted in his tracks, suddenly looking at Sok—or rather, behind him. "Wenny, why are you looking at me like that?" Sok felt a chill down his spine under Wenny's intense gaze. Without saying a word, Wenny swung his spear in the direction behind Sok. The sudden turn of events left everyone stunned. "Wenny, what are you doing?" Sok instinctively tried to summon his soul art. In the next instant, a wolf-shaped creature, emitting a malevolent black aura, fell to the ground. Sok finally realized the coolness on his neck, seeing the demon wolf slashed down by Wenny. Realization dawned on the group, understanding the situation. "Wow... Thanks, Wenny," Sok quickly expressed his gratitude upon realizing Wenny had just saved him. "Are these what you call demons?" Zedis remarked, frowning at the wolf lying on the ground. "Such strong concealment—nearly got ambushed by that creature." "We were careless. This is their territory, and we should not have let our guard down," Wenny said, scanning their surroundings. With Fei absent, he took charge and spoke firmly. "Everyone, it's time to grab your weapons!" "No problem!" At that moment, five beams of light enveloped the group, transforming them into a line of armored sentinels. "We've spent too much time chatting." Armored in his "Aegis," Wenny cast a gaze over the forest where several demon wolves emerged, cold gleams lining his visor. 2025/04/19/23/01 『Bookmark for convenient reading』 Previous Chapter | Table of Contents | Next Chapter