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

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Turned into Her Sister by the Paranoid Elf Queen They Realized Their Feelings, but the Knight Has Reincarnated as a Fox Kit Blood Princess and Knight System! I Won't Be the Saintess! A Girl Can't Possibly Find an Evil God in Her Textbook Ship Girls East for Dawn: The Country of Crossovers Volume Two Chapter 11 ~ The So-called Hidden Side of Milessia? Author: Hantang Returns Update Time: 2025/4/23 20:30:01 Word Count: 4215 Perhaps it's due to the change of seasons recently, quite a few students at Carey Blair Academy have caught colds. Wenny noticed that many of his classmates had caught a cold, not to mention that several card buddies in his team — like Fred — suddenly felt completely drained and had sore, weakening limbs a few days ago. However, even catching a cold couldn’t quench the card players' enthusiasm for playing games. Classes could be skipped, but cards must be played. Fred even expressed that he would rather die on the battlefield, often braving a severe cold to play cards. Wenny mused that if Fred showed the same enthusiasm for studying, his academic performance wouldn’t lag behind. The fact that even those with high magical aptitude succumbed to cold means this flu must be something formidable. Yet Wenny wasn't sure if it was due to his slightly better physique compared to Fred and the others or his high affinity for ice elements, as he didn’t catch the flu. Generally, few people at the academy caught the flu. Had the numbers been slightly higher, the school authorities might have taken notice. As transcendents, catching a cold is a matter of bad luck and ignoring necessary physical training. Wenny was unsure if the card players were still frequently gathering for games these days; the workload at the student council had grown so hectic that even someone like him, not particularly competent, found himself overwhelmed. Wenny could almost feel the stress of wanting to split himself in two to handle everything. Even Aesphyra had been so busy she’d disappeared from sight. Wenny could somewhat understand; if someone like him, merely low-level labor, wished to be split in two due to the workload, it was true to expect no lesser pressure on Aesphyra — more capable individuals tend to bear more duties, after all. Regarding the mole issue, they got some leads, though they still didn’t know who the mole was. However, the mole received the notes sent by him and Milessia, responding and discussing the next moves. Wenny admitted he was just a pawn, afraid to make decisions fearing exposure, assuming an honest person’s fear of doing wrong and getting caught, leaving the decisions to the mole. Due to low communication efficiency, there were long dialogues, and the mole seemed equally indecisive, instructing Wenny to wait for ‘instructions from above.’ Eventually, instructions from ‘above’ finally arrived. The [Blood of Bronze] decided to act during the Thanksgiving Festival's gala. They claimed confidently to have information about Milessia's movements that day, having Zoe assist in abducting Milessia and sending her out of Carey Blair Academy. When Wenny inquired about Zoe's brother's whereabouts, [Blood of Bronze] replied, as always, that if things went smoothly, Zoe would see her brother; otherwise, to prepare for burying him. Upon receiving the response, Wenny had a gut feeling that Zoe's brother was likely no longer alive. Wenny, having read some of the original work, had a relatively clear understanding of the habits of the Demon Pillar cultists. These beings, who devour ruthlessly leaving no trace, would, in this way, dangle the families of victims, yet never actually return the hostages. Could pure chaotic evil Demon Pillar cultists possibly allow a witness to one of their kidnappings — someone who could threaten them — to return home alive? After receiving this message, Wenny discussed it with Milessia and showed the notes and discussions with the Demon Pillar cultists to the academy administration. Upon learning about it, Carey Blair Academy placed many battle instructors and several deans at the gala. Since it's all students attending, no one knows if these Demon Pillar cultists, cornered, might resort to any extreme actions. To uncover and capture them while ensuring student safety, the academy deployed substantial combat power to protect the students at the first sign of trouble. Unmasking the academy’s mole was crucial, as having such individuals remain hidden within Carey Blair Academy was like a ticking time bomb. Such matters could not be handled carelessly. Thus, the plan to flush out the snake was set into motion. "Whew, finally done,” sighed Wenny in the afternoon, completing all the laborious tasks assigned by his senior. It was as if his senior treated him like a beast of burden. Was this even humanly possible work? Yet he had no right to complain, as he genuinely was not adept at clerical tasks, lacking both capability and skills. With the inability to handle brainwork, the only option was to exert physically. Now, at this hour, Wenny seemed to be the only one temporarily relieved from duties; everyone else remained busy. As Wenny casually passed by an office, the continuous sound of pen tips scratching against the paper filled the room. Even when people got up to stretch, their footsteps were cautious, fearing to disturb others at work. The amount of work in the student council was overwhelming. Before joining, Wenny thought becoming a member of the council was all benefits with minimal effort. Now, his perspective had shifted entirely. Indeed, every endeavor must be personally lived to comprehend its underlying challenges and efforts. Wenny suddenly thought of Milessia. If everyone else was busy beyond measure, Milessia would be even more so, right? The workaholic princess was always leading from the front, shouldering ample responsibilities. There was no way she’d remain in her office casually sipping tea while everyone else was working hard. If ordinary student council members were this swamped, it implied Milessia was extremely overwhelmed, often shouldering ten times the workload of an average council member. Milessia’s good reputation and esteem in the student council weren’t without cause —who wouldn’t admire a leader who, instead of sitting high issuing commands, undertakes the heaviest workload themselves? Reflecting on this, Wenny felt uneasy about clocking out and leaving once his work had concluded. Often, the atmosphere heavily influences individuals, and amidst an environment where everyone else was tirelessly working, his portion of labor seemed minimal in comparison, making Wenny feel somewhat awkward about leaving without considerate thought. Thus, he proceeded to the third floor. Approaching the student council office’s entrance, Wenny intended to knock as usual but noticed that the president's office door was slightly ajar — not entirely closed. Hmm? Is Milessia not inside? Wenny appeared slightly puzzled; every time he approached Milessia's office, the door had always been closed, preventing interruptions by outside sounds — a tranquility that assured her focus. Thus, if Milessia were in, a closed door would corroborate that. Where could Milessia have gone, a bathroom break perhaps? Wenny dropped his hand that poised to knock, instead pushing the door wider, hearing a series of rather peculiar noises almost immediately. "Mm, mm..." Eh? What’s happening here? With a bewildered expression, Wenny peered inside the room, encountering a scene utterly incomprehensible to him. In what should have been a vacant room, a blonde girl knelt partially on the floor, breath escaping her heavily. A collar clung tightly around her neck, while in one of her hands, she gripped a leash attached to that collar, continuously tightening it against her throat. Her face was flushed with a blush picturesque and intoxicated, mouth releasing a heavy rhythm of panting, while her sapphire-like eyes swam in a daze of sensual frenzy. "...Don't, it's too tight." The blonde girl's voice, stuttering in fragmented phrases, usually brimming with confidence and steadiness, showcasing a cold, aloof beauty, now brimmed with a faux firmness blended with undoubted flirtation, possessing an allure that could melt the strongest of resolves, stirring hearts, and heating blood alike. "???" Wenny stood dumbfounded, momentarily thinking he'd mistaken her identity. After confirming it was indeed Milessia, he silently wondered if his method of interrupting had gone awry. What on earth had he stumbled into?? Was this still the world of Tyrellis?? Could he have inadvertently fallen into some unknown parallel subspace or something?? "Tighten it, can you loosen it...?" The blonde girl in the room seemed far too immersed, or perhaps assumed everyone was busy at this time and wouldn’t come looking for her, unaware of gaining an audience. After being initially dumbstruck, Wenny fell into a dead silent awkwardness. What should he do now? Wenny, who came to find Milessia, was utterly petrified, unable to decide whether to enter or retreat—caught between a rock and a hard place, unsure of what action to take. Yet, just as the revelation was sinking in, and without allowing him much digestion time, an even more shocking statement followed: "Vannesa, please, take it easy..." Milessia's voice was bashful and difficult to utter. "...?!" Wenny's face filled with shock and disbelief. Wait, why was Vannesa mentioned as well? Did this involve her too?? If he wasn't mistaken, he'd just arrived here, right?? After listening to the princess’s hesitant plea and her repeated mentions of Vannesa, Wenny felt he could no longer remain silent and blurted out. "Um, Milessia, if you want it less tight, just unclasp the collar. If it’s uncomfortable, don't keep tugging on it. Vannesa isn’t here and isn’t the one doing this to you, so no need to call her out." "..." Milessia became rigid, her body turning stone-like as she slowly turned her neck toward Wenny with an expression of disbelief and despair. 'Virtue +700.' 'Current Virtue: 10004.' "..." The student council president's office fell into a profound silence. Neither of the two inside knew how to start the conversation or what tone to take. Especially Milessia—seeing who stood before her and realizing he’d witnessed the entire thing, a sense of hopelessness began to replace her formerly composed eyes with panic. "I, Wenny, let me explain, this was just..." "Tch! It’s got to be the accursed [Blood of Bronze]! Such wicked schemes!" Noticing Milessia’s hesitance, struggling for words, Wenny earnestly pointed upward, angrily blaming them. "Milessia, your lingering toxins must be causing this. How despicable of [Blood of Bronze] to concoct such vile potions! Truly maddening!" "Fear not, Milessia—I swear to help cleanse these residual toxins from you, ensuring no more episodes occur. Trust me!" Wenny declared sternly, as if resolved to wage war against [Blood of Bronze]. "..." Milessia hurriedly removed the collar, lowering her head in embarrassment, faintly nodding as if reluctantly accepting the outrageous excuse Wenny provided, ridiculous even by her standards. Because what else could she do? Refusing it left no graceful retreat, only an inevitable exposure. End of it. Milessia gazed blankly from the sofa, contemplating if relocating to another continent might not be a bad idea. Knowing what she now did, she should have never whimsically acted on such fresh urges to try something new—utterly humiliating. And being seen by Wenny, of all people. Milessia stared at her hands, lost in thinking why she acted as she had. All she remembered was the relentless overtime recently, skyrocketing her stress levels and her mind consistently wandering back to working late with Vannesa. Then her gaze inadvertently darted toward that pet collar Wenny had once brought to the office. And thus ensued a supremely unorthodox and daring idea. These items are meant for little pets, but to use it on a person... By the time Milessia realized, her hand had subconsciously reached for that leather pet collar, her mind spinning in fantasy. Since it’s a leash, someone must hold the end... That thought ignited an unstoppable visualization—she imagined Vannesa holding it. "Milessia, really didn’t expect you to be such a person, huh?" A pink-haired girl grasped the leash, looking down in scorn, her charming heart-shaped eyes filled with disdain. "With that cold façade people admire, who knew this peculiar hobby lurked beneath? Makes me sick, really. Do you just like being treated roughly?" "My childhood friend, who knew you were so 'deeply concealed?' Truly an eye-opener." The mere imagery of that scenario obliterated Milessia’s rationality, overwhelmed by a powerful impulse, leaving her clueless about her actions. She realized her abnormality but felt driven by a dominating desire controlling her, unable to stop no matter her rational attempts. Thus, things unfolded as they did. "Whew." Looking from this state of Milessia to the pet collar Wenny previously placed on the president’s desk, he suddenly felt at a loss for words. This kind of scenario leaves both the caught and the catcher equally embarrassed. Even though he offered her an excuse, how should he approach Milessia henceforth?? Wenny didn’t know, leaving him somewhat dazed. Perhaps? Perhaps both need a break? What he saw today exceeded his mental capacity, overstretching even his previous and present understandings of Milessia. Maybe it's just they’d been too busy lately, both exhausted to hallucinate alike. A night’s sleep should reset everything, back to normal by morning. Yes, it must be. Just as he intended to depart, giving Milessia a moment to breathe, she called him back. "Wenny, wait..." "Milessia, anything else?" Wenny found it hard to turn and face Milessia. 2025/05/09/21/39 Share this book to: One Click to Share on Sina Weibo, QQ Space, QQ Friends, Baidu Tieba, Tencent Weibo, Baidu Favorites Baidu Homepage Copy URL Vote Recommended Previous Chapter ← Chapter Directory → Next Chapter Add Bookmark New Book Recommendations: How Could the Villain Young Master Be the Saintess? System! I Won't Be the Saintess! 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