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

**Chapter 140: Make Sure You Hold On Tight** Author: 汉唐归来 Updated: 2025/4/1 20:30:01 Word count: 4225 Mirexia's virtue contributions seemed endless, almost enough to cover the gap left by purchasing the massive light magic, "St. Mang Tian Gang." Indeed, Mirexia had provided her with so much virtue, surpassing even the top contributor, Aesphyra. This journey had yielded so much virtue from Mirexia, almost like a gift of a "St. Mang Tian Gang," leaving her with a total of 4054 virtue. It was the highest she had ever accumulated. Regardless of consuming and taking so much, even Vannesa felt a bit embarrassed. Although Mirexia wasn't at a loss and Vannesa merely utilized the convenience offered by the virtue system, going so far as to reveal her identity to save Mirexia, it felt a bit guilt-inducing that Vannesa profited without Mirexia’s awareness. Perhaps, as a form of compensation, Vannesa thought, she should treat Mirexia with greater kindness in the future. Mirexia, seemingly mature and composed, had lost her mother to childbirth, raised solely by her father, never knowing maternal love. A child's healthy development requires both paternal and maternal affections. Mirexia was indeed a pitiable child. With this thought, Vannesa felt a surge of sympathy for Mirexia, believing she must be yearning for care and affection. Despite her mature façade, she adored girlish things, likely because, compared to other girls, she had bypassed the phase of seeking comfort from a mother, playing tea parties with dolls. Things other children experienced, she hadn't, naturally becoming curious and interested. An obsessive might even develop a fixation because of it. With these reflections, Vannesa resolved to provide her friend with more care, ensuring she felt loved—this love being the kind between friends. Other than that, Vannesa harbored no additional intentions towards Mirexia. She merely regarded her as a pitiful companion worth helping—a childhood friend who had helped her multiple times and remained loyal despite being pestered. "These miasmas are a bit troublesome, affected, aren't we?" Vannesa's eyes brimmed with emotion, gaze shimmering like a glistening autumn lake. Embracing Mirexia from behind, her tender words brushed past her ear, and before Mirexia comprehended what was happening, Vannesa gently traced her swan-like neck with delicate fingers. Her jewel-like pink nails lingered momentarily, erasing all remaining dark gas with a soft, pink shine. Mirexia felt a soothing warmth from the soft fingers gliding over her neck, dissipating the cutting chill and pain. Yet with the disappearance of pain came a feverish sensation, spreading from a blushing face to a surging warmth engulfing her entire body. Wait, did she just whisper close to my ear? And touched my neck?? The tender words, though just expressions of concern, resembled intoxicating whispers of love. Mirexia was baffled, oblivious to any hidden meaning in the gestures, merely acknowledging her body's inexplicable response, leaving her feeling bashful. Now's not the time for such thoughts—they were still engaged in combat with the dangerous denizens of the demon pillar. "Virtue +400." "Current Virtue: 4454." Indeed, Mirexia's emotions fluctuated too easily—a veritable walking virtue ATM. In the next moment, Vannesa released Mirexia from her embrace. Mirexia's clarity returned. "Princess Mirexia, be careful moving forward," the angelic figure's wings brushed the sky, and Mirexia felt a soft tickling on her cheek. Reaching instinctively, she caught a white feather left by the angel as it passed by. Vannesa moved with elegant precision across the sky, sipping a mana potion mid-twirl. These potions gradually replenish mana, so Vannesa continually drank to maintain a boosted recovery state. Wings unfurled, she released numerous razor-sharp feather blades starkly different from the gentle feather left on Mirexia. These lethal feathers sliced into their foes with precision. [Holy King's Baptism] The demonic being drew in its tentacles to guard against Vannesa's [Holy King's Baptism]. Though the feather blades pierced its flesh, their penetration lacked depth, becoming lodged within the tentacles. The demon seemed unaffected, ignoring pain, countering Vannesa's feather assault decisively. Apparently, unless mortally wounded, the demon's minions remained relentless. "Princess Mirexia," Vannesa glanced at Mirexia beside her. Understanding Vannesa's intention, Mirexia capitalized on Vannesa's distraction, advancing stealthily. A massive golden dragon manifested behind her, roaring and unleashing red thunder upon the demon. [Godfall Thunder] The red thunderstorm crashed towards the demon. Despite focusing predominantly on Vannesa, the demon's smaller eyes remained mindful of Mirexia, preventing a successful ambush. The red thunder was consumed by grimacing faces on the demon's body. Meanwhile, two enormous tentacles lashed towards Vannesa, who saw no need to evade. Her palm lifted, revealing a blaze at its core—pinky on the outside, adorned with a colorful glass-like flame. As soon as the tentacles neared the flame, their flesh began to melt. The demon's grotesque face twisted painfully, terror apparent on it. Hastily, it withdrew its appendages. Catching this fear, Vannesa retracted the [Blessing of the Gods' Sacred Flame], a subtle smile curling her lips. Surprisingly, such a monstrous creature devoid of pain perception could still exhibit fear. Simultaneously, Mirexia charged undaunted, her thunder-infused greatsword cleaving through smaller tentacles, finally crashing down fiercely upon the demon's cranium. Twinkling with celestial force, Mirexia's attack left the demon's head charred and fragmented, displacing many erratic eyeballs. Even so, the assault required an exchange of blows, Mirexia ignoring the venomous miasma spewed by the demon's mouth during her attack. Her back suffered severe damage from the gas, yet Mirexia remained unaffected—her azure eyes briefly tainted with a bloodthirsty fury, rendering her impervious to pain. Relying on her toxin resistance, she disregarded her wounds, persisting in a tit-for-tat confrontation with the demon. Vannesa recognized Mirexia's [Holy Favor] trait was active. Nonetheless, such tactics couldn't last. Without inflicting fatal harm, these demon servants endured resiliently—even beheading failed to subdue them, unlike Mirexia, whose human constitution couldn't withstand recklessness against demon spawn. Such exertion was unjustifiable. Vannesa positioned herself behind Mirexia, casting healing spells, using holy light to mend the toxin-induced injuries on Mirexia's back. "Princess Mirexia, don't be so reckless, it could hurt you," Vannesa called out. However, seemingly deaf to Vannesa's words, Mirexia charged at the demon, swinging relentlessly at its monstrous head—determined to see who would succumb first. Such was the downside of her Golden Dragon's bloodline. This approach is definitely unsustainable. "Princess Mirexia, come back, you can't continue like this; you'll end up hurting yourself. If you get hurt, it'll make me terribly worried, you know?" Vannesa's gentle, yet deeply concerned voice came from behind. Her words snapped Mirexia out of her combat-induced fervor. Vannesa… worried? Mirexia's eyes sharpened as clarity returned, her rationality restored. She controlled her dragon wings and flew back to Vannesa, retracting them upon arrival. Vannesa enveloped the two of them again with her wings to heal Mirexia's injuries. Probably only the Saintess's holy light could effectively heal Mirexia's wounds, as alchemical medicines had limited effects on her. Feeling the warmth blooming across her back, Mirexia exhaled and relaxed, recalling the words Vannesa had spoken earlier. Would her injuries truly cause Vannesa distress? "Virtue +100." "Current Virtue: 4554." The effects of the holy light were remarkable. Even just mid-level healing spells allowed her wounds to heal swiftly. "We can't continue fighting like this; after all, a monster doesn't conform to human logic," Vannesa muttered, peering through her wings at the demon outside. "Unless we deliver a fatal blow, this ugly monster won't relent." "But it's challenging, if only we could identify its weakness," Vannesa mused. Weakness? That's it. Mirexia's eyes shimmered with twinkling starlight, drawing out a crimson line. [Dragon Eye: Spectrum Breaker] In Mirexia's vision, the world dimmed, including the demon and its constantly shifting smaller eyes. However, one spot shone brightly—the forehead of the twisted face upon the demon's body. "There's something odd about the forehead on that grotesque face on its body," Mirexia remarked. "Oh? Could that possibly be its weakness?" "Very likely, as it's where the least magic flows," Mirexia explained. "In that case, Princess Mirexia, could you take me there?" Vannesa took another sip of her almost-depleted mana potion. "What are you planning?" Mirexia asked, slightly uneasy. Before she could finish her question, a pale finger pressed gently against her lips. "Don't ask~" Vannesa said with a playful smile. Due to the height difference, she had to slightly tilt her head back to maintain eye contact, Mirexia being taller than Vannesa. "Trust me, I have a plan. You'll find out soon enough, Princess Mirexia." "However, I'm running out of mana, so I'll have to retract the [Immaculate Holy Wings], as their continuous presence drains my mana. I need to conserve energy. Princess Mirexia, could you assist me?" "How do I help?" Mirexia began, noticing Vannesa reaching out as if inviting her to a dance—a gesture of trust. "Would you mind holding me?" Vannesa asked with a soft smile. "It may sound abrupt, but we have no choice given the urgency." "…I understand." Mirexia wasn't entirely sure what her heart was telling her at that moment. She knew it was no time for inappropriate thoughts, yet couldn't help but avert her gaze when her eyes fell on Vannesa's delicate hand and supple waist. Mirexia complied, gathering Vannesa into her arms. The feel of the soft waist and the silky stockings encasing her legs was transmitted through her hands. As warmth and the scent of white tea roses invaded her senses, Mirexia felt her heart race a touch faster. Was this feeling because it was her first time holding another girl like this? Surely that must be it. "Virtue +500." "Current Virtue: 5054." "Heh~ Princess's embrace is just as warm and comfortable as I imagined," Vannesa playfully commented, snuggled in Mirexia's arms, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "But, Princess Mirexia, you won't think I'm too heavy, will you~?" Holding the pink-haired girl who resembled a charming fairy, Mirexia bit her lip. How could she be considered heavy? Not at all—she was light, soft, and fragrant. Hugging her was exceptionally comforting… "Virtue +150." "Current Virtue: 5204." "Is Princess Mirexia feeling nervous?" Vannesa asked, her melodious laughter like a lark at dawn, seemingly intuitive to Mirexia's inner workings. "What are you nervous about right now?" "Don't be nervous. Regardless of the outcome, I'll be with you, Princess Mirexia, because…" Vannesa rested her head on Mirexia's shoulder, drawing lazy circles on her arm with a finger. "It's our childhood promise." In a daze, Mirexia envisioned a blue-haired boy from years ago running hand in hand with a golden-haired girl through the garden. Years later, as they matured, the roles reversed: now, the golden-haired girl cradled the pink-haired girl, who nestled softly, whispering secrets. It seemed their roles had indeed reversed. "Virtue +200." "Current Virtue: 5404." "And then, Princess Mirexia, make sure you hold onto me tight, alright? Don't let go," Vannesa said, her smile lingering warmly. "Otherwise, who knows where I might end up." "Virtue +80." "Current Virtue: 5484."