2-13 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

千白羽's Novel Station Home | My Bookshelf | Fantasy Novels | Cultivation Novels | Urban Novels | Time-Travel Novels | Online Games | Sci-Fi Novels | Rankings | All Novels 千白羽's Novel Station > Fantasy Novels > "How Could the Villain Be a Saintess?" > Volume 2 Chapter 13—Let's Detoxify You Right Away~ Vote | Previous Chapter ← Table of Contents → Next Chapter | Bookmark Popular Recommendations: - I Became a Dragon Princess by the Silver Dragon King - How Could the Villain Be a Saintess? - Turned into Her Sister by the Reluctant Elf Queen - She Recognized Her Feelings, but the Knight Has Reincarnated as a Young Fox - Blood Princess and Knight - System! I Quit Being a Saintess! - The Girl Cannot Find the Evil God in the Textbook - Battleship Eastern Glory's National Time-Travel Volume 2 Chapter 13—Let's Detoxify You Right Away~ Author: 汉唐归来 Updated: 2025/4/25 20:30:01 Word Count: 4021 "Is the food here to your liking?" "Ah? Very much so, it's absolutely splendid." Wenny was feasting heartily, and naturally, when asked, he responded with high praise—basically saying it was excellent, beyond compare. Engrossed in devouring the steak, he didn’t notice the subtle thoughts Mirexia harbored during the meal. Wenny felt as if he had never eaten something so delicious in his life, eating with a fervor that left him wanting more, yet he feigned satiation out of pride, telling Mirexia not to trouble herself with another serving. Yet deep inside, he yearned for more. Perhaps his only regret in life was maintaining his pride and not allowing Mirexia to order another Saint Shield Steak for him. Ah, if only he hadn't insisted on feigning fullness back then... Lost in previous regrets, Mirexia, on the other hand, pondered the atmosphere they shared during the meal, wrestling with whether Wenny's words carried deeper meanings and contemplating the fact that Wenny would be visiting her dorm room soon. For Mirexia, it was the first time she would invite someone of the opposite sex into her private space. Wenny, absorbed in his own remorse, failed to notice Mirexia’s inner turmoil. Even if she were deeply conflicted, her facial expressions remained serene and composed, something Wenny, tangled in his own past missteps, paid no attention to. To Mirexia, Wenny’s apparent unease stemmed from a mix of shyness and curiosity about visiting her dormitory, although the reality could not have been further from this. "Wenny, is there something you need to grab from your dorm?" Mirexia asked, observing him heading towards his own dormitory. "Ah? Oh, right, I need to inform my roommate that I have things to attend to and won't be back for dinner." It dawned on Wenny that he was supposed to detoxify Mirexia at her dormitory. In truth, this so-called detoxification was a shared pretense between them to attribute the blame to the "Bronze Blood" group and provide Mirexia with an easy out. He would return soon. Reaching his dorm, Wenny asked Mirexia to wait outside while he knocked on the door. "Coming, coming. Wenny, it's quite late. Did the student council activities hold you up? Come in, the meal is ready. Just change your shoes, and you can eat," Shikondell emerged, peeking her petite head through the door adorably. "Sorry, Dell, my work isn’t done yet. I'll be working overtime and won't be back for dinner. I came by to let you know so you won’t wait for me. Please, go ahead and eat." Wenny explained to Shikondell, waved to her, and then left. "Eh?" Shikondell watched Wenny leave, a trace of disappointment flashing through her eyes. After Wenny went out of sight, she slowly closed the door and slumped back to the dining table. Looking at the untouched dishes, she curled into a ball, hugging her knees, appearing lost and forlorn. "Wenny, truly busy indeed," she murmured. Really, what was she upset about? Wenny was working so hard to support both of them. What right did she have to complain, being a burden herself? 'Achievement +20.' 'Current Achievement: 10,174.' Hmm? Upon exiting the dorm courtyard, Wenny noticed a change in his achievements. Why did his achievements increase again inexplicably? Could it be from Shikondell or Mirexia’s influence? Glancing at Mirexia, who walked beside him with a calm demeanor, he could discern nothing. Even if Mirexia’s emotions wavered, she seldom let others perceive this. "When you have plans that keep you from returning to the dorm, do you always inform your roommate?" Mirexia suddenly asked as they walked. "Not always, but if it’s on the way, I’ll let her know to prevent her from waiting for me. She’s somewhat accustomed to me being occupied with work and missing meals," Wenny replied. "...Every time you keep her informed when you aren’t returning, it seems your relationship isn’t merely that of roommates," Mirexia's voice floated lightly on the wind, imbued with a faint jealousy. "Ah?" Wenny paused, surprised. Mirexia led ahead, so he couldn't see her expression as she spoke. "As an outsider looking in, you two don't seem like just roommates," Mirexia added. "Uh, well, Dell's character is rather soft, a bit like a girl, and she has some family troubles. I figured helping out whenever possible is just something roommates do since we see each other every day." Wenny's words brought back memories for Mirexia of the moment Shikondell was bullied by a group of tribal youths. Indeed, the Moon Elves’ home was destroyed by invaders, leaving them homeless and potentially without family... Truly pitiful. Mirexia’s growing sympathy for Shikondell made her feel her earlier jealousy was misplaced. Her childhood companion Wenny never changed his kind heart no matter how much malice he faced, offering aid to those like Shikondell was only natural. Perhaps it was Wenny's enduring kindness and compassion toward weakness, despite not being treated kindly by the world, that drew Mirexia to him. Just as the Saintess of Dawn, despite bearing great pain, remained committed to saving others. Casting aside her concerns, Mirexia guided Wenny to a luxurious and spacious estate. The sight reminded Wenny that Mirexia ranked within the top five of the sophomore year, residing in a villa with a lavish courtyard like Aesphyra did. Gazing at the shimmering brickwork and stained glass under the twilight, such an expansive three-story villa for one person was indeed extravagant. For Mirexia, however, the villa paled in comparison to the royal palace and even didn't match the estates of many mid-level aristocrats. Reaching the courtyard gate, Mirexia swiped her student card, and the gates unlocked with a 'click', swinging open. Entering the courtyard, Wenny looked around with curiosity. The courtyard, complete with a pond, flowerbeds, and several swings, exuded a cozy warmth under the setting sun. Following Mirexia closely, both reached the villa's main entrance. Watching Mirexia swipe her card to unlock the door, it hit Wenny that it was the first time in his life entering a girl’s dormitory, and not just any girl but his childhood friend's dorm, stirring nuanced feelings. Of course, Shikondell didn’t count since her public persona was that of a boy. As Wenny stepped inside, a refreshing citrus aroma mixed with the sweet scent of cornflowers wafted into his nose. He recognized this fragrance well; it was from the shampoo Mirexia used. She seemed to have a particular fondness for citrus-scented shampoo, while the cornflower fragrance was her natural scent. Mirexia had always favored such bath products and perfumes since their childhood. Naturally, where she lived, the scent was the strongest. Smelling it brought back memories of their childhood together to Wenny. Back then, Mirexia was a lively and active little girl, unburdened by the responsibilities of being a queen. He remembered how much he liked the Mirexia from those days, just as he liked the slightly tsundere Mirexia she had grown into now. However, this liking was the fondness of childhood friends and close companions. "Try these slippers," Mirexia said, handing Wenny a pair of adorable cat-themed slippers from the shoe cabinet. Um, okay. Wenny wanted to ask if there were any other styles, as these seemed like something only a girlfriend might use, but it seemed ungracious to make such requests as a guest in someone else's home. "Sorry, my dorm hasn’t hosted boys or girls before; it's just my own slippers," Mirexia explained. Oh, so these slippers belonged to Mirexia. Cats—he remembered that Mirexia had loved cats, especially orange ones, since they were kids. Wenny slipped into the slippers, a bit snug but workable, as there were no men's slippers available. "Have a seat; I'll make some tea," Mirexia said, stepping out of her brown and black loafers and into a pair of cat slippers, her creamy white over-the-knee socks enhancing her graceful movements as she headed towards the kitchen. Wenny sat down on the living room sofa, taking in the decor. The spacious room was styled in warm hues with a glass chandelier overhead. The walls were adorned with artwork, ceramic vases lined the counter, and the velvet sofa was supremely comfortable. Everything was impeccably clean and organized, reflecting Mirexia’s habit of frequent cleaning. This villa must take quite some effort to keep tidy. As Wenny's gaze wandered up the stairs to the second floor, he noted the many replica artworks—enough to liken it to an art gallery if one didn’t know it was a villa. "Sorry for the wait," Mirexia said, returning with a tray of freshly brewed tea, which she placed on the coffee table before pouring a cup for each of them. Wenny blew on the steaming tea, and even someone with no knowledge of tea like him could tell this red tea was of an extraordinary quality—a lavish and exquisite variety, to be sure. They sat quietly drinking tea, perhaps still processing earlier events, as neither spoke first. Although Wenny’s usual sitting posture was casual to the point of being careless, he curbed it somewhat in Mirexia's refined home—though not entirely, as he couldn’t break the habit of crossing his legs. "Wenny." Eventually, Mirexia broke the silence. "Yes, what is it?" "Don't we have something important to do?" Mirexia said, cupping her tea with an air of feigned nonchalance. "Um, do you mean student council work?" Wenny ventured. "Yes, but there's something else too." Mirexia’s gaze shifted to the courtyard outside the window. "Something else? What do you mean?" "...Didn't you mention it before you came?" Mirexia maintained her tone, striving for the semblance of casually expressing an opinion. "Oh, do you mean detoxifying?" Wenny scratched his head, figuring Mirexia might not treat this step seriously, thinking it was just a procedural visit over tea where the matter might be forgotten. But he had brought it up, so it couldn't be neglected. Mirexia stayed silent, her composure unchanged as she looked out the window—a view she saw every day, perhaps not seeing anything particularly noteworthy in it now. Silence often communicates acquiescence. "Ahem, yes, my bad for forgetting," Wenny said, tapping his forehead. "If it shouldn’t be delayed, then isn’t it time for you to take action?" Mirexia glanced sideways at him, sipping her tea with tranquility. Whether it was his imagination or not, Wenny sensed a subtle prompting in her words. Well, he did bring it up, so the act had to be put on fully. Wenny exhaled softly, clasping his hands in prayer. In that instant, ethereal white wings descended, enveloping his body. The luminous angelic wings enfolded him, and as the glow faded, the carefree blue-haired youth had transformed into a poised, radiant pink-haired maiden. "Alright, since Mirexia can't wait, let's begin, shall we?" Vannesa blinked, placing her teacup gently on her knee. Her graceful demeanor perfectly encapsulated the elegance of a noble lady. Meeting those heart-shaped eyes, Mirexia felt as if the tender feathers of an angel had gently grazed her heart. 'Achievement +30.' 'Current Achievement: 10,204.' "I..." "Shh~ Patients shouldn't move while still healing," Vannesa interjected softly as Mirexia was about to sit up, lightly pressing her fingers to her lips. "Just lie back, right like that, good girl~" Under Vannesa's guidance, Mirexia slipped off the slippers and lay back on the sofa. After this series of actions, Vannesa gently patted Mirexia’s head, looking at her with tender eyes and speaking in a soothing tone as if comforting a child. "Mmm." For some inexplicable reason, Mirexia found herself very receptive to this treatment. Her calm demeanor was tinged with a hint of blush, and inwardly, she longed to be treated like a child by Vannesa. It was as if she were once again being doted upon by the motherly love she'd been deprived of since her youth.