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

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Impossible for a Girl to Find an Evil God in Her Textbook Ship Girls Eastern Lands of the Transcended Nation Volume Two 10~Saint Healing Festival Author: Han Tang Comeback Updated: 2025/4/22 20:30:01 Word Count: 4222 The annual Saint Healing Festival was approaching, a holiday originating from the time when the Goddess Fanghui, out of compassion for all beings, selflessly offered up the [Holy Messenger], establishing the Fanghui Church and aiding countless lives. To commemorate this day of the goddess saving the world, the Saint Healing Festival was born. It's a holiday celebrated by all human kingdoms and even many other races who benefited from the goddess's kindness. Almost no race, except for the demon race, doesn't celebrate it. During such a festival, the students of Carlileman Academy are often the most relaxed, enjoying a break. They are all planning how to spend their holiday, while the student council is the busiest, preparing festival celebrations, notifying students about safety, and compiling various lists. Inside the student council, they were already overwhelmed. The senior who originally interviewed Wenny was the team leader this time. She was aware of Wenny's work capability and core processor efficiency. Thanks to this, Wenny wasn't assigned laborious, brain-intensive tasks, but was instead sent out to purchase essential items for the festival. "Huh? What? The decorative rings are sold out? Boss, please, could you bring out some stockpile for sale? I've already been to several stores, and they all say they don't have any!" Hearing that the decorative rings were sold out, it felt like the sky was falling for Wenny. He had already gone through the entire street, only to hear from every shop that the decorative rings were sold out. Were these really that much in demand? He usually didn't see anyone buying them. "Young man, it's not like we're withholding stock from you. Why wouldn't we want to do business? There really aren't any left. Even if I knew magic, I couldn't conjure one out of nowhere," the shopkeeper shrugged. "Alright, sorry for the trouble." Wenny sighed and left the store. He had already run back and forth several times, just short of that last decorative ring. And now he's told it's out of stock. What should he do? He's pretty sure he's visited every possible store. Who on earth would be so inconsiderate as to buy out all the decorative rings in advance? They're not the student council, so what would they need them for? Going back empty-handed was obviously not an option. That would damage his already limited reputation as reliable among his student council peers. Could he find something to substitute it with? As he was passing a pet store, the idea king Wenny had a flash of inspiration. Got it! Why not use this as a substitute?? Wenny entered the pet store, and shortly after, came out with a large pet collar in hand. Although there's a fundamental difference, it's not much. They're both rings, right? With a bit of decoration, who's going to tell the difference? Right?? With the festival approaching, the streets were lined with many towering Saint Silver Crosses adorned with various decorations. At the intersection stood a serene, immaculate six-winged goddess statue. Wenny was supposed to pass by the goddess statue and head back to the student council, but at the seating area in front of the statue, he spotted an unexpected person. "Ah, Wenny, long time no see~?" The girl sitting on the bench, idly sipping tea, noticed Wenny and greeted him with a cheerful smile. "Long time no see? We just met in class yesterday!" Wenny replied tartly. "Did we? If I recall, the student council has been quite busy lately. How do you have the leisure to stroll through town buying pet collars?" Aesphyra tilted her head. "Shouldn't I be saying that? I'm just a laborer with no particular skills. As a new core member of the student council, when your colleagues are running around frantically, Aesphyra, you're leisurely sipping tea on a bench in the square. Isn't that inappropriate?" Wenny shot a sidelong glance at the silver-haired girl. "But all the work assigned to me by the student council is done. The other tasks are already taken care of, and I have no part in them. During my weekend break with nowhere to go, I just stroll the streets and sip some tea." Aesphyra swung her slender, black-silk clad legs from the bench and offered the straw of her milk tea to Wenny. "Want a sip? It's jasmine flavor." "Drinking milk tea in the middle of the day, aren't you afraid you'll get fat?" Wenny took a step back, looking incredulously at Aesphyra. "And you're all done with your work?? If I remember, Mirexia assigned you several times the workload of a typical first-year, right?" "Is it a lot?" Aesphyra asked, genuinely puzzled, displaying the calm of a protagonist. "Are you asking me? I didn't do that work." Wenny rolled his eyes. "If you're so free, why don't you finish the rest of my work too?" "Oh? What tasks does Wenny have left to do? Walking the dog?" Aesphyra glanced at the pet collar in Wenny's hand, teasing. "Walking you would be more like it. Today, I don't know who was so inconsiderate to buy out all the decorative rings, leaving me to find an alternative." Wenny complained. "Ah, using a pet collar as a substitute? Your imagination is quite creative, Wenny! Oh, don't get me wrong, that's a compliment." If it's a compliment, why do you need to emphasize it?? Watching Aesphyra's lips curl into a smile, Wenny inwardly grumbled. "So, Wenny, are you almost done with your tasks?" "Why, does it matter to you?" "If Wenny's tasks are almost finished, why not accompany me for a walk?~" Aesphyra's mouth curved into her usual indecipherable smile. "??" Three big question marks popped up above Wenny's head. A few days ago, an invitation to dinner was understandable as a thank-you for helping her, maybe even a test. But what's the reason this time? "Are you sure, Aesphyra? I'm a guy, not a beautiful girl, probably not what you have in mind, right?" "Could you compromise a bit for me, Wenny?" Aesphyra's smile widened. "Compromise how? About what?" Wenny was confused. "I happen to have several extra sets of female school uniforms. Since you're so considerate of my feelings, could you put them on and accompany me?" "You must be dreaming. You really thought of it, huh? Such ridiculous things won't happen in this lifetime." Wenny snapped, "Don't even think about it." "Oh? Are you so sure? Give it some thought. If you look good dressed as a girl, I might be willing to accept it~" This terrible fate-driven protagonist! When Wenny saw Aesphyra's mischievous grin, he realized she was intentionally saying these things to get under his skin. Asking him, a man, to wear women's clothes for her isn't just irritating; it's somewhat humiliating. No way, spending any longer around her would really send his blood pressure through the roof. Wenny decided to ignore this idle distraction and head back to the student council. "Dong, dong, dong!" The long chime of a bell echoed throughout the campus; Wenny looked toward its source. It came from an incredibly tall clock tower, its sound audible throughout the school. "That's the Holy Bell of Carlileman Academy. It's over a thousand years old and was blessed by the saintess at the time of its construction. It only rings during festivals or when the festivals are near, and it's considered one of the most valuable relics of the academy. Legend has it that those who hear the bell's chime will experience happiness throughout the year," Aesphyra explained to Wenny, having somehow risen from the bench without him noticing. "Hearing a bell brings a year's happiness? That sounds like a tall tale," Wenny remarked skeptically. "Quite surprising, isn't it? Wenny, you're a descendant of the goddess, yet you can't trust a relic blessed by your own ancestor?" "I believe more in the power of human effort than in such tales." "Speaking of which, that bell tower blessed by the saintess is the tallest structure in the academy, save for the Spire of Order. The wind that blows from there can sweep across the entire academy," Aesphyra remarked rather cryptically. "Oh, really? What's up with that?" Wenny asked, slightly puzzled. "For something as cherished and enduring as the saintess's blessed bell, you have to wonder if it might end up in some dramatic, ironic ouroboros loop." "? What are you talking about?" Wenny was thoroughly baffled by Aesphyra's cryptic words, completely missing her point. "What's up with you today? You're speaking like a philosopher writing a cryptic essay, full of enigmatic riddles that make no sense." Wenny furrowed his brow in confusion. "What's the matter? You seem awfully pensive, which is unlike you. Were you dumped by some girl last night?" "Ha ha," Aesphyra chuckled ambiguously as she turned to leave. "See you later, Wenny." "What was that all about??" Wenny was left bewildered, unable to understand what was going through Aesphyra's mind. She had just asked him to walk with her and then left him with a strange parting comment. The mental leaps of this fate-driven protagonist were too much for Wenny to handle. He decided to let it go. He didn't have the leisure to decipher Aesphyra's cryptic words—he had actual work to do. With the pet collar in hand, Wenny returned to the student council. "Wenny, are you planning to decorate the goddess statue and the crosses with this thing?" The senior was taken aback when she saw what Wenny had brought, unsure whether to commend him for his sense of humor. "I had no choice, senior. The decorative rings were sold out everywhere I checked, so I got this as an alternative." "You couldn't find anything better than this??" The senior was exasperated. "Good thing there wasn't anyone with ties to the church around to see you put that on the goddess statue, or are you trying to never set foot in any human country again?" "I don't see the big deal. With some decoration, no one will notice." Wenny shrugged. "...That's your ancestor you're talking about. I think anyone off the street from any human country would show more respect." "Alright, you can go now. Don't get involved in this anymore. I'll find a way to get the decorative rings." "So, can I get reimbursed for this thing with public funds?" Wenny pointed at the pet collar in his hand. "Are you even serious with that question?" The senior laughed in disbelief. "Wenny, do you have some natural talent for creating chaos? No matter where you're put, you find a way to stir things up." "Uh, I wasn't trying to make trouble, senior. I genuinely wanted to help," Wenny scratched his head. "Thanks, but your biggest help will be to stay out of this. Now, off you go. Oh, by the way, the president wants to see you in her office." "Also, make sure to throw away that pet collar before you go, okay?" "Oh, alright, I'll go do that." Wenny nodded, feeling slightly regretful. Sigh, no reimbursement for the pet collar, huh? So I wasted money on it? It was bought with his own money, so throwing it away felt like wasting his money. But he really had no use for it. With that thought, Wenny, reluctant to toss it, headed to Mirexia's office. "Mirexia, I've finished my tasks. You wanted to see me?" "Yes, Wenny, there’s been an update. The note we left got a response from the informant, they said..." Mirexia paused mid-sentence. She had caught sight of what Wenny was holding, and realizing what it was, her cheeks flushed slightly. ‘Integrity +100.’ ‘Current Integrity: 9304.’ "W-Wenny, what is that you're holding?" "Huh? Oh, it's a pet collar. Is there a problem?" Wenny couldn't quite grasp Mirexia's reaction and was puzzled as to why it elicited such a strong response, increasing his integrity by a hundred, but he still replied. What's going on here? It's just a pet collar—why such a big reaction? "No, so why did you bring that here..." Mirexia turned her gaze slightly away. "Oh, it's a long story. I was assigned to buy items for the Saint Healing Festival, but when I tried to buy decorative rings, I was told they were all sold out—everywhere I went. So, I thought of finding a substitute, but the senior said we couldn't use it, and I won't get reimbursed for it either," Wenny pursed his lips. "So the money was wasted." "Oh, I see." Mirexia's eyes held an inexplicable hint of embarrassment. "Yeah, pretty unlucky, right? I ended up buying something completely useless, and with my own money too. I just can't bring myself to throw it away." Wenny, unaware of Mirexia's reaction, complained aloud. "In that case, you don’t need it, correct?" "Nope, I don’t have a pet or anything, so it's useless to me." He didn't have any dogs at home; he couldn't exactly take it back for Shikondell, right? "If that's the case, why not leave it here in the student council?" Mirexia suggested. "Sure, that works." Wenny agreed without a second thought—it was more useful to the council than to him. It wasn't like he could journey to the demon realm to present it to Jiuli Xue for an integrity boost, right? Better to contribute it to the student council. "I’ll just hand it to the student in charge of the storage room later then." "There's no need for that; you can just leave it with me." Mirexia said earnestly. "Uh, would that be too much trouble for you?" Wenny was unsure why Mirexia insisted on dealing with it personally. "It's fine. It doesn't matter where it's placed." Mirexia dismissed his concerns. "Alright then." 2025/05/09/21/31 Share this book: Easy sharing via Sina Weibo, QQ Zone, QQ Friends, Baidu Tieba, Tencent Weibo, Baidu Favorites, New Baidu Home Page Copy URL Vote for Recommendation Previous Chapter ← Chapter Directory → Next Chapter Add Bookmark New Book Recommendations: How Could the Villain Young Lord Be the Saintess? System! I'm No Longer the Saintess! Impossible for a Girl to Find an Evil God in Her Textbook Ship Girls Eastern Lands of the Transcended Nation Blood Princess and the Knight They Realized Love, but the Knight Had Already Reincarnated as a Young Fox Transformed into Her Sister by the Obsessive Elf Queen Turned into a Young Dragon Princess by the Silver Dragon King Daughter All novels on this site are uploaded by netizens. Releasing them here is merely to promote the book’s appreciation by more readers. 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