Volume 2 - 3 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Title: How could the Villain be a Saint? Volume 2~Easy to Emo and Easier to Coax Author: Han Tang Guilai Update Time: 2025/4/14 20:30:01 Word Count: 4018 'Virtue +100.' 'Current virtue: 8804.' "The food is burnt? It's okay, it's just a few leaves gone awry. We’re not short on money. If there's one thing this young master doesn’t lack, it's funds. Alright, cheer up." Thinking that Shikondell was upset because of the burnt food, Wenny stepped forward to comfort her. Shikondell said nothing. Her jade-like toes, snugly wrapped in petite white socks, curled as she stood immobile. "Tsk, why so stubborn?? I said it's fine, so let it be. Why linger? Come on, open the window to let the smoke out; let’s head to a restaurant for dinner." Wenny suggested, opening the window and signaling Shikondell to join him outside. But Shikondell remained silent, her head hanging down like a forlorn scarecrow. What’s up? What’s happening today? Wenny, an avid observer of Shikondell, realized that after half a semester, he still couldn't grasp the habits of this pointed-eared creature. Is she experiencing her time of the month? Feeling troubled, Wenny pondered that all the girls around him seemed to be in sync; Aesphyra might be on hers, Mirexia could be too, and even Shikondell. Their cycles seemed to align closely, didn’t they? "Vinny, I'm sorry..." "? Why are you apologizing? What’s with this all of a sudden? I was just wondering why it hasn’t rained lately, and here you are, leaving me baffled." Wenny felt truly perplexed at the remarks. Where was this coming from? He had only returned for a few days, and in his interactions with Shikondell during this time, there hadn't been any issues. Why had her demeanor shifted so abruptly? Was Shikondell's mental resilience frail? Or perhaps it was her ability to handle stress that was lacking. It seemed the elves' capacity for handling pressure was relatively weak. Milian was similar; a few simple psychological attacks would incite her anger. The difference, however, was that Milian would lash out at him when her defenses collapsed, while Shikondell internalized it, punishing and depleting herself. These elves were utterly fascinating. "Can you tell me what you mean by 'sorry'? Where should I begin to understand?" Wenny asked, puzzled. "I'm sorry." "So what exactly happened to you? Were you bullied again? Was it those tribespeople from last time? If something like that happens, can’t you come to me? Haven't I made that clear?" "I'm sorry." "Could you stop repeating 'sorry'? What’s going on? Just speak up. If you don’t clarify, how can I possibly know what’s troubling you? Didn't I ask you to stop saying 'sorry' all the time? Why don't you listen?" "I'm sorry, I'm really sorry!" Wenny remained silent as Shikondell's head seemed to droop lower with each word he uttered, as if his speech was directly correlating with her head bowing to the ground. "………" Wenny found himself speechless. Shikondell was truly beyond his reach. In the past, he alone wielded the power of spiritual assaults on others, but today, it felt like Shikondell had launched a mental attack on him, leaving him with ten thousand emotional alpacas stampeding through his heart. "Vinny, I'm quite useless, aren't I?" Wenny had no answer. He wasn't even aware of why Shikondell had drifted into such a dark state, rendering him clueless on how to console her. Is this why people often claim women are troublesome? He couldn't wrap his mind around this at all. "You’ve always thought that, right?" Shikondell whispered, her lips pursed. "Yes, yes, I indeed think so," Wenny stated, crossing his arms. "You seem to get bullied wherever you go. If problems can't be resolved, you don’t even want to talk to anyone about it, just bottling it up, exhausting your own energy until you break down mentally." "It's astonishing you've managed to stay intact up to now. If this young master indulged in the same draining habits as you, he’d likely be in the same mess," Wenny remarked frankly. "Woo woo!" Shocked by his honesty, Shikondell ducked her head even lower, like a quail. 'Virtue +50.' 'Current virtue: 8854.' "I don't want to trouble you, Wenny..." "But you’re already troubling me, okay?" Wenny replied with mild irritation. "You say you’re not trying to impose on others, yet you’re clearly causing me distress." "If you tell me, it might cause trouble for me. If you don’t tell me, you’ll still cause trouble for me. Meanwhile, you’re leaving me to guess what's on your mind, what's bothering you. Please, Shikondell, I’m not a mind reader. How am I supposed to know what you’re thinking? Can’t we just be straightforward about things?" "...Wenny, do you have a good relationship with other students?" After a long pause, Shikondell finally seemed convinced to share a little. But Wenny understood that her shy nature meant she was still withholding much and talking around the issue. "Who? Who am I close to? Are you referring to that group of my card-playing friends?" Wenny asked with a frown, not understanding what was wrong with him having friends. Unlike Shikondell, he wasn’t someone cautious about making friends for fear of being bullied. "No, no, I mean, friends who are different from you," Shikondell mumbled softly. "What do you mean by different from me?" Wenny's frown deepened, but relying on the "Shikondell language" he had developed competence in over the semester, he grasped a bit. "You mean, this young master has a good rapport with girls?" Shikondell remained silent, which was essentially an admission. "Who? I wasn’t even aware I was popular with women, so who is it?" Wenny rolled his eyes. If he truly was that beloved by women, why was he still single? He was even considering finding a random NPC girl for companionship. Could the Vinny Shikondell referred to be a version of him from another dimension? As for close female acquaintances, Mirexia was the only one, but they were just friends. "But, Vinny, you..." "What did I do? Explain clearly, or I can't explain it to you," Wenny insisted directly. "You brought someone back to the dormitory..." Shikondell said, her cheeks reddening as her voice dropped lower. "...What? I brought a girl back to the dormitory? Does that mean I'm no longer single?" Is it really that shocking? Was this reality? Why was he unaware of this? "No, did you witness it yourself?" "...No." "Then how can you make such claims? When I walk around the academy, any girl who sees me avoids me as if I’m an untouchable. It's challenging for me to strike up a conversation, so who could I have possibly brought back?" Wenny was exasperated, lines of frustration crossing his forehead. "Liar, there was definitely a girl’s fragrance and the scent of her hair in the bathroom..." "...Oh, so that's the issue?" The mystery was now unraveling. Wenny had to subtly press his palm to his forehead. He probably knew who the girl was. Ah, why do elves possess such a heightened sense of smell? Even if he hadn't gone out of his way to mask Vanessa's scent, it would dissipate naturally after a few days. Although the truth was that he hadn’t brought any girl back to the dormitory, explaining this fact felt rather complicated. “The shampoo you mentioned is actually what I use myself,” Wenny clarified after some thought. He realized that if he simply dismissed her concern with, "Anyway, it didn’t happen, just let it go," Shikondell would likely spiral into endless speculation, so he felt compelled to explain. Sometimes he truly felt exasperated. He spoke the truth, yet it always seemed suspect, not just to others but even to himself. Alas, whether others choose to believe or not, that’s the truth. These days, people might be quick to believe lies, yet they find the truth questionable. “But, it’s obviously for women...” “Why, who says men can’t use women’s perfume or shampoo or shower gel?” Wenny retorted with a chuckle. “I thought it was something new, so why not? Besides, what problem does it pose? Does it affect my masculinity?” “But why, Wenny?” Shikondell was momentarily lost for words, unsure how to respond. “I’m telling you, you're overthinking, so you can’t become a true man. Let me ask you, does masculinity need something external to validate it? Of course not, it's an inner temperament that radiates outward! Do you get it?” “I’m not criticizing you, but look at yourself, you might present as quite delicate, but does that impact your identity as a man? What's so peculiar about it?” Wenny turned the conversation toward Shikondell herself. Shikondell was rendered speechless. But she wasn't actually a boy, right? Yet she couldn’t voice that, so she stayed quiet. “You’ve been troubled all morning over this? It’s quite amusing. While it’s true that I’m handsome and elegant, and probably the most striking in Carrillman Academy, too few recognize my strengths, and there are far too many who fail to appreciate my charm. So what you’re worrying about is simply not possible, alright?” Wenny declared, crossing his arms. “Is that so?” Shikondell still harbored doubts, but seeing the unruffled confidence on Wenny’s face devoid of guilt, she mostly believed him. Indeed, this sheltered princess, reared in safety and without experience, was so easy to mislead. Although Wenny hadn’t deceived Shikondell, he dreaded to imagine what might happen if she encountered slick-talking, deceitful men. This elf girl was astonishingly naïve. He feared she’d be completely taken advantage of and still be counting money for others. “Dale, if some boy tries too hard to approach you and get close without reason, make sure to tell me. I’ll have a word with him,” Wenny said, narrowing his eyes. "Be especially cautious of those who try to win your trust in subtle, offhand ways and stir up your sympathy and empathy. Don't hesitate to tell me if you encounter such people." Those kinds of people are either desperate or have peculiar interests. After all, Shikondell is considered a boy at the academy. If such a person did exist, Wenny would ensure to intervene decisively. Honestly, after spending some time living with Shikondell, Wenny genuinely worried about this naive and clueless girl. This child, naive to the ways of the world, dreaming of restoring her kingdom? If she hadn’t encountered Aesphyra in the original story, this hapless elf with pointed ears might have been conned over and over with lines like, "I am the reincarnation of the ancient Emperor Terelis, lend me 10 silver coins to reclaim my scepter, revive the army, and help you restore your land." But why should he concern himself with that? He’s not playing the saint; he’s simply a transaction-driven virtue machine. Helping Shikondell is merely a means to extract more virtue points. In some respects, he's no different from those conmen. After all, he is known as the rogue from the capital, isn’t he? "Huh? Why?" Shikondell looked up at him, her gaze innocent and clueless to the implications. "No specific reason, just know that none of those guys have any good intentions, just as sinister as the so-called hero from your tribe you encountered that day." "Oh, I get it," Shikondell said, though she didn’t fully comprehend his warning. Still, she trusted Wenny’s judgment. Yes, he was indeed using Shikondell to accumulate virtue points. Yet, because he was gaining virtue, he felt compelled to play the part of a guardian, keeping those who would deceive her at bay. Wenny, are you actually concerned about her? Heh, in the end, Wenny does care for her. 'Virtue +50.' 'Current virtue: 8904.' Shikondell felt secretly pleased. Wenny's confident explanation, though not entirely convincing, was enough for her. She emerged from her brooding mood with a bit of coaxing. It made one marvel at how easily placated she was. After having lunch together outside, Wenny noted the time on the restaurant’s clock and realized it was quite late. "Dell, it's getting late. I need to return to the student union. Head back to the dormitory first," Wenny said, leaving before Shikondell could respond. Though it wasn’t his day to visit the student union, Wenny had a specific reason to go. "Apologies for the intrusion, President. It's our turn to clean the president's office today. Will it be a disturbance?" Two girls entered the office with cleaning supplies, greeting Mirexia who was busy at her desk. "Not at all, please go ahead," Mirexia replied with a gentle smile. "Then, please guide us," the two girls began tidying up. Although one of the girls seemed a little nervous, she worked with precision and care. The other girl, who had short hair, appeared somewhat distracted. Under the guise of working, she occasionally cast glances toward the blonde girl seated at her desk. As they tidied the office, they tried to maintain their focus, but the short-haired girl's curiosity often got the better of her, leading her eyes back to Mirexia. --- This work has been shared across various platforms: Sina Weibo, QQ space, QQ friends, Baidu Post Bar, Tencent Weibo, Baidu Collection, Baidu New Homepage. For easy access, the URL can be shared directly. For readers looking to explore more, check out these new book recommendations: "How could the Villain be a Saint?", "System! I Don't Want to be a Saint!", "The Girl Can't Find the Evil God", "Ship Girl in the Textbook", "Donghuang's Country Travel", "The Blood Princess and the Knight", "They Recognize Their Feelings, but the Knight Has Been Reincarnated as a Young Fox", and "The Paranoid Elf Queen Turned Her Into Her Sister". Rejoice in tales like "I Was Turned into a Young Dragon Princess by the Silver Dragon Princess". Please note that all novels on this site are reprinted works, uploaded by community members to promote and share these stories widely so more readers can enjoy them. Copyright © 2012 Qian Baiyu's Novel Site. All Rights Reserved.