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

Title: How Could the Villain Young Master Be a Saint? Scene: The Finale of Volume 1 ~ Touching the Hidden Line? Author: Han Tang Guilai Update Time: 2025/4/11 20:30:01 Word count: 5018 "Perhaps His Majesty the King hasn't informed you about this, as it happened so long ago that most people have forgotten, aided by intentional cover-ups," Vanessa said softly. "The Fanghui Church once descended upon my home under the pretense of returning the sacred artifacts to the Church, claiming it would benefit more people. My parents had recently passed, and I was merely a few years old." Vanessa lowered her gaze slightly, her fingers gently clasping the wrist of her other hand, while the hint of melancholy lingered in her otherwise emotionless eyes. "They declared that since my family had been deceased through three generations, it was a sign that the blessings and favor of Goddess Fanghui had been withdrawn from her descendants. Consequently, they deemed that the Fasyris family had lost our so-called legitimacy." "For us to continue retaining the sacred relics of the goddesses and saints of the past generations was seen as a waste of resources. They argued that it was pointless, that these holy artifacts would merely gather dust if kept with us. Instead, they insisted that the relics be returned to the Holy See, so they might be used for greater deeds and to aid more people. That was their rationale, despite my tender age at the time." "They further argued that the dormant bloodline of the goddess within the Fasyris family was decreed by the goddess herself, a message to the world that saints could no longer serve as representatives of the Fanghui Church. According to their doctrine, there were no more saints, only the Church, and thus the sacred relics rightfully belonged to them." "That's true. If it's truly to fulfill the goddess's duties and help more people, I can barely bring myself to accept it. But, Your Highness Mirexia, after all, these are the family relics that my ancestors left to me... At the start, those Holy Cross Knights who stormed into my home searched through the bodies of my recently deceased parents. I tried to stop them, but they forced me against the wall." "I hesitate to use such crude and base terms, but you must understand, they behaved less like knights and more like ruffians and thugs skulking in the alleyways. The only difference is that ruffians fear punishment, whereas they have no such concerns." Mirexia stared blankly at the cherry-haired girl recounting these painful memories. The calmer her tone, the more palpable the suffocating despair of her past became. 'Virtue +200.' 'Current Virtue: 7754.' "If sacrificing myself could save more people, I would accept it willingly. But have they truly used those sacred artifacts and scriptures to help others? Observing the conduct of the Holy See in recent years reveals they have not, and, therefore, I cannot forgive them." Vanessa caressed her chest, resembling a benevolent saint, finally letting out a sigh of relief. "Now, Your Highness Mirexia, do you still believe I can reconcile with the Holy See?" Vanessa approached Mirexia, her once sweet smile now tinged with sadness. She gently grasped a strand of Mirexia's hair, placing it in her palm. "I have shown tolerance, merely asking the Church for a bit of space to live. If this matter is exposed, won't the Church's rightful claim over the holy artifacts become a farce? At that point, they might even strip me of my remaining freedoms." "What my ancestors left me, the dignity and respect for me and my family, they can seize it, provided they leave me the right to live... I truly don't want conflicts and upheavals to occur because of me." Mirexia's pupils narrowed. The girl before her, who has endured the world's warmth and coldness, alienation and betrayal, still gazes at the world with such gentle kindness and harbors righteousness within her heart. Her childhood friend, who bears the world's malice, remains so kind. 'Virtue +300.' 'Current Virtue: 8054.' "I'm truly sorry for having been unable to help you back then," Mirexia said, looking down at Vanessa with guilt and pity, her usually bright and noble sapphire eyes appearing somewhat dull. "It's alright, Your Highness Mirexia, haven't I mentioned it before? I don't despise my current life. Or, if I were to truly become a saint, I would be busy all day, and even my interactions would be restricted. Then I wouldn't be able to see Your Highness Mirexia." Vanessa lifted her charming heart-shaped eyes, her brows seemingly washed with the essence of spring, soaking into Mirexia's heart. "!" 'Virtue +300.' 'Current Virtue: 8354.' "My lovely baby Mirexia, you're being so sentimental~?" On the surface, Vanessa appeared swept up in an emotional storm, yet inwardly, she reveled in her joy. Her words weren't solely for the purpose of showcasing her virtue to Mirexia; they were a blend of performance and genuine sentiment. This approach would ensure that Mirexia would wholeheartedly keep her secret, draw Mirexia entirely to her side, and cultivate feelings of animosity towards the Church while engendering guilt regarding Vanessa. What's the quickest way to improve favorability? The answer lies in making someone feel guilty about you. Ah, she really is quite wicked~ To treat her childhood friend, who is as pure as blank paper, in this manner. But she truly had no other choice. Mirexia, with her robust sense of responsibility, would forsake personal feelings when justice called. This matter was of grave significance; the Church must not discover her secret. Therefore, she needed a two-pronged strategy. Emotions alone weren't enough; she also required the chains of justice to bind Mirexia securely. Hehe, she wants to survive. For this reason, her kind and beloved childhood friend must keep the secret completely. Moreover, what she said was indeed factual, and not a lie. But rest assured, she wouldn't treat Mirexia—her dearest friend—unjustly and would certainly make amends in the future. Yes~ That's precisely it. "Is this truly how the Fanghui Church has treated you?" Mirexia knew little of these matters due to her perpetual busyness, leaving her scant time to observe the external world. Furthermore, since the king had declared her as the future Queen Carmela, she had barely seen Wenny. She had once thought the Church's stance towards Wenny was largely one of lament, but she hadn't anticipated the depths of the hidden truth. If reclaiming the sacred artifact under the pretense of legitimacy and gaining a good reputation was at stake, there could be more to discover beneath the surface. For instance, could it be that the Fanghui Church had purposefully suppressed Wenny, tarnished his reputation, and ascribed countless undeserved negative labels to him in pursuit of legitimacy? If this were the case, it would also elucidate why Wenny's notoriety seemed inexplicable. Reflecting now, Wenny's past actions starkly contradicted the bad reputation he bore. Mirexia was not inclined to view others with suspicion, especially when the Church was involved, but doubt gnawed at her. This possibility seemed far from unlikely. Observing Mirexia's contemplative expression, Vanessa was nearly certain her subtle guidance had prevailed. It holds greater credibility to let others reach their own conclusions through subtle prompting than to present those conclusions outright, even when they are rooted in truth. Furthermore, this tactic is quite savvy. Concerning the originator of the rumors, she lacks concrete evidence. Were she to relay this information herself, not only would it be unlikely to persuade others, but it could also tarnish her image, giving the impression she's merely spreading gossip. However, by subtly guiding others to arrive at the conclusion independently, the result is quite different. Her image remains intact, and the credibility is enhanced. She can also advocate for those misperceived as spreading untruths about her, reinforcing her pure and innocuous "white lotus" image. Alas, such measures are necessary~ "I sense there are some irreconcilable conflicts between the Holy See and myself. They seem averse to seeing a new saint ascend to the high platform and claim the seat they believe belongs to them. Personally, I am not fond of them, yet perhaps the Pope has his reasons. He might be considering the broader perspective of the continent, though the outcomes might not be immediately noticeable. It's difficult to judge whether their approach is right or wrong," Vanessa said, shaking her head. In reality, it's rather apparent to anyone observing the current state of the Holy See. But these words were chosen deliberately. 'Virtue +80.' 'Current Virtue: 8434.' "But, have you considered that these slanders might originate from the Church itself?" Mirexia pondered briefly before speaking. Finally, Mirexia had begun to suspect the Church on her own. "When it comes to rumors, without evidence, who can clarify them? Moreover, true wisdom rises above rumor, and eventually, everyone will see the truth, right? Although I cannot forgive the Church, I prefer to believe they would abstain from such unscrupulous and sordid acts, and I’d like to imagine they act with reasons, for the welfare of all living beings and the Continent of Terrilis," Vanessa said, hands clasped, her voice full of righteous conviction. 'Virtue +100.' 'Current Virtue: 8534.' Mirexia remained silent. Her childhood friend truly embodies a worthy descendant of the goddess. Isn’t this resolve to empathize with all living beings even amid personal injustice and mistreatment the most radiant quality of a saint? Regrettably, she herself harbors no ambition to be a saint. Mirexia felt a twinge of sadness, more so for Vanessa. Since Vanessa eschews this path, Mirexia would resolve to support and protect her. Even if Vanessa wishes to undertake responsibilities of her own in the future, she would stand by her. With the favorability test concluded, the two tidied up the debris and trash before exiting the student union's basement. "Campus attendance has been sparse lately. Still, be cautious on your way back, ensuring no one's watching as you enter the dormitory." "By the way, Vanessa, what kind of person is your roommate?" Mirexia queried, recalling her glimpses of Vanessa's roommate—a notably cute boy with a seemingly gentle demeanor. Still, the idea of Vanessa cohabiting with a boy, no matter how cute, irked Mirexia somewhat. "He's a very adorable elf boy. Haven't you seen him, Mirexia?" Vanessa tilted her head innocently. "...Adorable?" Mirexia hesitated, taken aback by Vanessa's choice of words. "But he's not as cute as my childhood sweetheart." Vanessa threw Mirexia a playful wink. "..." 'Virtue +100.' 'Current Virtue: 8634.' "I didn't prompt you to say that." Mirexia turned her face, a delicate blush creeping onto her cheeks, a hint of annoyance in her voice. "This is how I truly feel." Vanessa smiled serenely. "Whether boy or girl, no one is as endearing as my childhood sweetheart. I've always believed that~" 'Virtue +70.' 'Current Virtue: 8704.' Observing Mirexia's valiant attempt to mask her embarrassment, Vanessa moderated her banter. Her childhood friend remained too bashful, and even compliments from longtime companions left him flustered for quite some time. How adorable~ But Vanessa had no intention of retreating. "Mirexia, you're back at the academy and must have a mountain of work awaiting you?" Vanessa approached Mirexia, clasping her hands behind her back, and looking upwards warmly. "What's on your mind?" "Nothing much, just reflecting on how much you've helped me today, Mirexia, and how inadequate my gratitude has been. It feels unfair and impolite." "You don't need to stand on ceremony with me." "How could I let it be? How about this, I lend a hand with your work today and lighten your load, deal?~" "Is that okay?" Mirexia glanced at the girl before her. Recalling the time when Wenny acted as her assistant, the experience was still fresh—issues with not just inexperience, but also a struggle with comprehension. Discussing 10 concepts when he was still entangled in why 1 became 2 was challenging. Perhaps Vanessa might not be cut out for this type of work either. "I do have some experience with these matters," Vanessa reassured, noticing Mirexia's apprehension. "Don't worry, I won't slow you down." She even gamely addressed her as "President." "Will it not disrupt your schedule?" "No~ No~, I'm essentially cooped up in the dormitory, and it's quite dull." "Alright then." Mirexia relented, acknowledging Vanessa's boredom and wanting to ensure no one would witness her tedium while closed off in the dormitory. Vanessa seemed eager for Mithia’s company. At the very least, she could keep her company while managing her responsibilities. That was Mirexia's initial thought. But upon entering the president's office, she was taken aback by Vanessa's meticulous and orderly analysis of each plan. Vanessa's proficiency genuinely astonished her. Could it be that the clumsy understanding and low efficiency Vanessa usually displayed were feigned? Was her intent to avoid extra work? "Ven… Vanessa, do you have experience handling these matters?" "No," Vanessa replied, sipping tea at the small table beside her with the grace of a dignified lady. "But I think these things can be easily figured out with a little thoughtful consideration, don't you?" "..." This isn’t something solved by mere 'thoughtful consideration.' As Vanessa continued working alongside Mirexia, the discovery of Vanessa's superior comprehension and efficiency prompted Mirexia to increasingly delegate tasks to her. The two chatted in the president’s office, concentrating on their work with seamless coordination, as if Vanessa was the vice president herself. This simple tranquility and profound synergy delighted Mirexia. Yes, they were childhood friends—despite periods of neglect, who could match their mutual understanding? "Vanessa, I've corrected this document. See if anything needs revising," Mirexia said, passing the document over without looking up. "Sure, hand it to me." "Pah!" However, Mirexia, not paying full attention, fumbled the document, which tumbled to the ground. "Oh?" Due to the awkward angles of the tables and chairs, Vanessa couldn't retrieve it, leaving Mirexia to pick it up. "Sorry, I didn't hold it securely." Mirexia moved to Vanessa's desk, crouching down, her golden twin ponytails cascading gracefully like butterfly wings. Having accidentally nudged the document as it fell, it skittered farther away, landing in a recess beneath the table. Unable to retrieve it by hand, Mirexia inched closer, putting her head under the table. "Mirexia, do you need help?" Vanessa's legs shifted; the warm, soft fabric of her ankle stockings brushed lightly against Mirexia’s cheek. Mirexia's eyes widened, frozen by the unexpected touch, her hand suspended in the air. "Mirexia, Mirexia?" Vanessa called out, her voice colored with mild curiosity at the lack of response. "No, I can manage," Mirexia replied, snapping to attention. She quickly reached beneath the table, grasped the document's edge, and extricated it from the concealed corner before hastily returning to her seat. She acted as though nothing had transpired, yet... her cheeks felt overwhelmingly warm. "Mirexia, are you alright?" "...No, it's nothing." Mirexia met Vanessa's concerned gaze, shook her head, and resumed her desk work. "Um, Mirexia, did you need me to review that document earlier?" "No, no, I can do it myself." Mirexia insisted, not lifting her gaze as she buried herself back in work. Vanessa observed Mirexia's peculiar reaction but didn't press further, returning her attention to her tasks. Only Mirexia knew how the document's dense words swam before her eyes. Her thoughts were consumed by the moment—Vanessa's leg subtly shifting beneath the table, their ankles brushing, a gesture as unexpected as if Vanessa had deliberately stepped into her personal space. The warmth of Vanessa's ankle, encased in the silky white over-the-knee socks, lingered vividly in her mind, leaving her distracted and confused. What was happening to her? Mirexia was perplexed by these unfamiliar feelings, as if she had accidentally flipped a switch, unveiling a hidden facet of herself she’d never known. The reaction was bewildering yet intriguing, filling her with curiosity and a touch of unease. She couldn’t discern whether this new awareness was beneficial or detrimental, nor how it might alter her relationship with Vanessa. 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