2-18 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

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Turned into Her Sister by the Obsessed Elf Queen They Realized Their Feelings, But the Knight Reincarnated as a Young Fox Blood Princess and Knight System! I’m Not Being a Saintess Anymore! A Girl Can't Find an Evil God in Her Textbooks Fleet Girls Empire: National Crossover Volume Two, Chapter 18 ~ Is This Not Right? Author: Han Tang Returns Updated: 2025/4/30 20:30:01 Word Count: 4217 Unlike usual, Mirexia was not awakened by her internal clock. She awoke a bit late today, although awakening with an unusually clear and refreshed mind, as if the morning fog had lifted, and the mental clarity was intact. With this state of mind, she believed her work efficiency could increase by at least fifty percent. It was obvious that the rejuvenated feeling came from a restful sleep with extended deep sleep the previous night, something she reminisced about for a moment. When was the last time she had slept so peacefully? She could not recall. Perhaps only during her carefree childhood did she experience such restful sleep. Mirexia's sleep had long been problematic due to immense stress resulting in bouts of insomnia so severe that she would often work through the night until dawn. Thanks to the nourishing nature of the Blood of the Sage and her Gold Dragon lineage, Mirexia could endure nights without significant physical repercussions. However, the accumulating mental strain from sleepless nights would only worsen under such conditions. After all, sleep is the best way to alleviate stress. Thus, she found herself trapped in a vicious cycle—the greater the stress, the harder to sleep, the harder to sleep, the greater the stress. Court physicians had advised Mirexia to take alchemical sleep aids to improve her sleep issues. But the alchemical concoctions proved ineffective against her powerful Gold Dragon blood. As such, Mirexia's sleep troubles persisted, and she grew accustomed to fighting through fatigue. For this same reason, she had forgotten how pleasurable it is to sleep well. Especially in situations like this, where relief comes as a miracle, one's spirits lift, and their mind clears. The clarity of mind had pulled Mirexia into a bit of an obsession. This was the feedback one should expect after being well-rested. Previously, she thought of sleep as somewhat of a waste of time. Now, she realized the necessity of rest, understanding she would be more effective at work with sufficient sleep. Moreover, she felt unusually light, as if the weight she had been bearing had lifted overnight. Is this what it feels like for stress to dissipate? Every movement was free and effortless, and her dexterity was sublime. Reaching her dressing table, she dressed and tied her hair into a ponytail. With her allure enough to captivate the world, Mirexia did not require makeup. Makeup would only add an air of mundane gaudiness to her ethereal beauty. As soon as she stepped out of the room, Mirexia caught a whiff of delightful aromas wafting through the air. “Good morning, Mirexia. You look well today. Did you sleep well last night?” Mirexia spotted a graceful girl with pink hair, wearing an apron and placing dishes wrapped in cloth onto the table. “You’ve woken up right as breakfast is ready. You must be hungry, right? Sit down~ Have a taste and see if it’s any good.” Vannesa said as she considerately pulled out a chair for Mirexia. “You made breakfast? Do you know how to cook?” Mirexia was surprised, as she had never associated Vannesa with culinary skills. “Just a little,” Vannesa smiled softly, exuding an air of grace and modesty. “Please excuse any lacking flavor.” Mirexia’s gaze shifted to the generous breakfast set before her: milk, eggs, toast, and pepper corn chowder. “Did you make all of this?” Mirexia couldn’t quite believe it. In her mind, Wenny never cooked. Yet, seeing the skilled girl before her, it suddenly made sense. The girl was always bringing incredible surprises. Perhaps it wasn’t unexpected that she herself was a marvel. “Indeed, I used the ingredients from your house without permission. You won’t hold it against me, will you?” Vannesa blinked her beautiful eyes. “Feel free to use anything in this house as you please. Otherwise, it’ll just go to waste.” “Oh? Does that mean I can make your home my own~?” Vannesa sat on the other side, resting her cheeks in her hands and gazing at Mirexia with a teasing smile. “As you wish.” Mirexia pretended to lower her head to drink her soup. Regardless of the taste, the appearance of the breakfast was quite appealing. If the appearance was so enticing, the taste surely wouldn’t disappoint. Sipping the corn chowder, full-bodied and sweet, it enthralled her taste buds. The rich aroma of corn filled her senses even before tasting it. Delicious, incredibly delicious. Better than any corn chowder she had tasted in upscale restaurants. That was Mirexia’s honest impression. At first, she didn’t have high expectations for Vannesa’s cooking, considering this was her first time witnessing her in the kitchen. Naturally, there would be shortcomings. Yet, surprisingly, it turned out to be perfect, just like Vannesa’s usual elegance and impeccable harmony. “So? How’s the taste?” Vannesa inquired with a smile, resting her chin on her crossed hands. “It’s good, very good. Hard to believe this is your first time cooking?” Mirexia asked. “When did you become so glib, Mirexia? It truly is my first time cooking,” Vannesa nodded. “As long as it’s tasty, I was worried my inexperience would make it too rough for your liking.” “It’s fine, very good.” “As long as you like it, I can make it for you every day if you want, Mirexia~?” Vannesa covered her mouth and laughed. 'Virtue +30.' 'Current Virtue: 12894.' “Everyday...” Mirexia muttered after a pause. “We both have many responsibilities, and we don’t live together. It would be troublesome.” “Oh? So, Mirexia is hinting at me moving in with you?” Vannesa tilted her head playfully. “If it’s your request, it’s not impossible~?” 'Virtue +50.' 'Current Virtue: 12944.' “...That wouldn’t be appropriate. Besides, students are required to sleep in their dormitories unless under special circumstances, which is against the rules.” Mirexia’s voice lowered a touch. At this, an odd glint appeared in Vannesa’s eyes. That was merely a jest to earn a bit of virtue points?! Yet, Mirexia’s words seemed sincere as if she didn’t consider it a joke but had pondered seriously before answering. As if Mirexia had really entertained the idea. “However, you were right about one thing, Mirexia. This was my first time cooking; do you know what that means?~” Vannesa elegantly enjoyed her soup in small, dainty sips. “? What?” Mirexia was puzzled. Vannesa’s lips curled slightly. Mirexia's potential to gain Virtue seemed inexhaustible, no matter how much she accrued. Vannesa was, of course, not going to let this opportunity slip by, so she deliberately teased and joked in her words. "Don’t get it? It means you've tasted my first time~?" "...?!" Mirexia was silent for a moment before realizing the oddity of the statement, and her face turned a vivid shade of red, nearly choking on her soup. "What are you even talking about?" 'Virtue +80.' 'Current Virtue: 13024.' "Huh? Isn’t that how it is?" Vannesa tilted her head. "I was just simplifying it. What were you thinking, Mirexia?" "...," Mirexia pressed her lips together, feeling she was completely at Vannesa’s mercy, the latter’s smile unwavering across the table. It felt like everything about her was grasped perfectly in the girl’s hands. For a future queen, having someone understand her nature and secrets to such an extent was problematic. However, since it was Vannesa, not only was Mirexia unbothered, but she was also secretly pleased. To grasp someone so thoroughly, one must understand their personality and preferences deeply. Vannesa's comprehension showed her attentiveness towards Mirexia, establishing her significant presence in Vannesa's heart. The world is bustling for profit, people always moving for gain. Most sought to understand her for personal benefit or convenience in obtaining gains. Only Vannesa was exceptional—Mirexia completely trusted her. If she had to identify anyone she had complete faith in beside her father, it would be her childhood friend, the girl in front of her. From friendship to character, Mirexia trusted Vannesa implicitly. To her, her childhood companion was akin to an uncoronated saintess, distinct only by a title. After breakfast, Vannesa rose to clear away the dishes. Since she took the liberty of making breakfast at someone else’s house, she naturally had to clean up afterward. Mirexia wished to help but was stopped by Vannesa. "The busy President shouldn’t waste time. Head to the student council." Vannesa playfully addressed Mirexia as 'President.' "We finished last night’s work, but there’s plenty of official business awaiting you today. Without the President, the student council won’t function. Go on, don’t delay," Vannesa chimed jovially, her tone reminiscent of a wife urging her husband to work, all the while attending to household chores. Mirexia couldn't help but feel this déjà vu. Despite having rested well the night before, why was she experiencing these illusions? 'Virtue +30.' 'Current Virtue: 13054.' “I’ll lock up when I leave. Oh, and don’t forget your key when you head out.” “Alright, got it.” Mirexia agreed readily, but just as she was about to step out, Vannesa called out to her. “Wait.” Vannesa approached and brought the puzzled Mirexia to the full-length mirror by the door. “Mirexia, your ponytail is a bit crooked,” Vannesa noted, expertly retying Mirexia’s hair with nimble fingers. “There, looks much better now~” Vannesa nodded with satisfaction after adjusting the ponytail, glancing at Mirexia’s reflection in the mirror. “How is it? Looks nice?” “...Yes.” Mirexia’s ears burned as she slightly nodded, taking it as a silent affirmation. “All good, busy President, head to work~” Vannesa stood on tiptoes, straightening Mirexia’s student uniform tie with a smile, gently brushing the golden strands over Mirexia’s shoulders. 'Virtue +50.' 'Current Virtue: 13104.' “Then, I’m off.” Mirexia crouched to change her shoes, hiding her current expression. “Mm.” Vannesa stood at the entrance, waving farewell as a wife might to her husband. "Safe travels and come back soon, dear~" “...” 'Virtue +50.' 'Current Virtue: 13154.' The girl with dazzling golden ponytails exited the house with her briefcase, unable to resist a glance back at the door, regret circling in her eyes. However, Vannesa would not be waiting at her house tonight. After tidying up, once she returned to her usual form, she would head back to her dormitory. So why was she feeling disappointed? Isn’t this all as it should be? Mirexia had troubled Vannesa too much these past days. Thankfully, her appearance hadn’t startled her friend. She brushed away the tangential thoughts and headed towards the student council building. On the other side, Vannesa and Mirexia’s thoughts coincided remarkably. “These days, Mirexia has indeed had a rough time.” After cleaning up, Vannesa sat comfortably on the sofa, sipping tea leisurely and delighting in her current Virtue balance. It reached a staggering 13,154. Most of which was due to Mirexia's contribution. Vannesa was amazed; Mirexia was truly a Virtue-generating machine. On the contribution leaderboard, no amount of Aesphyra could surpass her lovely childhood friend. Ah well, this was inevitable. After all, she was only trying to help Mirexia; earning Virtue was just a bonus. Alright, earning without spending is pointless. The Virtue collected was for empowering herself, and she couldn’t wait to convert it into new magic and greater strength once she returned home. By afternoon, Vannesa exhaled a long breath. Alright, Vannesa time was over. She clasped her hands, as the cherry-colored wings and light faded, the blue-haired youth reappeared. “Ah, it’s getting late. Good thing we’re on break… Oh no, I didn’t inform Shikondell that I’d be overnighting here??” Wenny smacked his head, finally recalling, changing his facial expression. Last time, scent from an unfamiliar stranger in the bathroom spent days troubling him. Now having stayed out all night? That Moon Elf girl would be beyond emo! Thinking of this gave Wenny a headache. Wait, this feeling! Isn’t this the stigma of a man sneaking off to another's home overnight behind his wife's back?? This—this isn’t right, is it? No, no, Shikondell is my roommate, and Mirexia is my childhood friend and dearest companion. Such thoughts couldn’t be further from the truth, right??