2-24 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

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Even though they attended the same class, they had not spoken to each other. It was only when Milen's coaxing in class exposed their allegedly defunct engagement that Ishtiya showed any reaction. Wenny understood that Ishtiya, destined as the heroine, had a particularly strong-willed personality. Because of this, she vehemently rejected others dictating her fate and detested the engagement arranged by her ancestors. "Not at all, just some minor tricks." Wenny diverted his gaze from the black-haired, black-dressed, cold beauty before him, humbly replying. However, his reticence was not false modesty before Ishtiya, as to her, these were indeed trifling tricks that the princess wouldn't even notice. "Taking advantage of your opponent's light-element magic and using the reflection from ice shards to temporarily blind them and cover your movements—a very clever idea." Ishtiya, unfazed by Wenny's intentional modesty, analyzed. Hearing this, Wenny's eyes revealed a hint of surprise. As expected of Ishtiya; while others only saw Wenny's victory, she noticed all the details and quickly grasped how Wenny won, even understanding the clever trick he spontaneously devised. "You flatter me, it's nothing much. Since I don't know much, I have to use little tactics." Unlike being criticized, Wenny was generally humble when praised. Thus, Wenny often saw himself as a composed, humble, gentlemanly figure. "Winning is what makes it a good tactic." With these words, Ishtiya began walking towards the exit, adding, "Using it to protect yourself by creating a spiked shell is the same." Wenny stood in place as the elegant dark figure drifted away, still mulling over Ishtiya’s words. To protect myself with a spiked shell? Wenny pondered for a moment before shaking his head. Such incredible insight; in her presence, his minor tricks seemed incapable of hiding any secrets. Honestly, being seen through so thoroughly felt unsettling, as if he had no secrets left, even though Ishtiya merely bumped into him by chance at the arena exit and chatted a bit. “Tsk, that cursed red-haired flat-chest. Messed with her all noon and haven’t even had lunch yet; the break is nearly over.” Glancing at the clock in the arena hall, Wenny clicked his tongue, hurrying toward the dining hall for a quick meal. In the evening, the card players gathered once again. For the occasion of the Saint's Healing Festival, everyone would spend time at Saint Selina Cathedral, marking the day as a time for fellow enthusiasts to dine together. "Watch me summon directly... Achoo!" "Fred, are you alright? How is your cold not better yet? It's been so long. Are you sure it's okay?" Wenny questioned as he watched Fred, his card partner across the table. "Ah, it's nothing, just a little cold. What could possibly happen? When I was a kid, I was very healthy and never caught a cold. Guess it’s karma, getting all those colds I missed." Fred replied nonchalantly as he wiped his nose. "You should really see a nurse or priest, even if not going to the cathedral, at least check at the health office." Wenny insisted. "It's nothing really. And going to the cathedral? Wenny, you must be joking. That would need a trip back to Camela Kingdom. We're all busy with studies. Who has the time? I did check with the Academy doctors; they gave me medicine and advised against drinks and alcohol. I'll be fine in a few days." Fred waved it off. "Wenny, what's up with you? Asking about minor things repeatedly, acting like a girl." Fred remarked with a frown. "I hope it’s just minor; it's just odd that the cold hasn't improved at all." Wenny raised an eyebrow at Fred. "What’s so odd? I’m much better now, no muscle aches or weakness like before. Just sneezing occasionally." Fred shrugged. "Well, as long as you're okay. I won't go easy on you this time." Wenny took a sip of the orange juice beside him, finishing it with visible satisfaction. "Go easy on me? You think drawing a few gold cards makes you stronger? Don’t forget who introduced you to this, Wenny! And what's that smacking sound? You savor drinks too? Drink has no taste!" Fred scoffed. "Huh? Water?" Wenny gawked at Fred. "Please, it's orange juice!" "Orange juice? It's clear like water. Isn't that just water?" Fred raised an eyebrow. "Come on, before you came, I ordered an orange juice. It's gone now. I can prove it with the server if needed." Wenny responded, bemused. "Alright, maybe I made a mistake. Let's just play. This argument isn't worth it." Fred brushed it aside, prioritizing the card game over any misunderstanding. "Are you sure there's nothing wrong with you?" Wenny's concern lingered, knowing the cold lasting a week and visual confusion might indicate underlying issues. "What could possibly be wrong? It’s just small stuff. Stop harping on it! You’ve really turned into a fussbucket, Wenny." Fred retorted with a roll of his eyes. "Alright, don’t come to me if you fall ill." Frustrated at Fred's dismissal, Wenny decided to focus on the game instead, ignoring other matters. —————— In the blink of an eye, the Saint's Healing Festival arrived. Unlike previous years, this year’s festival was marred by certain malicious entities stirring trouble, adding an air of uncertainty. To ensure student safety, the faculty stationed numerous combat instructors at Saint Selina Cathedral, aiming to shield students and expose the infiltrators. On this day, students from all grades spent their time at Saint Selina Cathedral. Following this, they would enjoy a five-day break before the semester's end. Saint Selina Cathedral is located in the central area of Karellimann Academy, close to the Tower of Order. It was established during the mid-ancient empire period and named after Selina Fasyris, a saint who blessed the Academy's sacred bell. This saint holds a prominent place in history, having developed numerous healing and disease-curing "Saint Envoy" magic spells and leading the Dawn Church to drive off demonic forces, thereby ensuring safe living space for humans and various light races. Her deeds earned her admiration from the empire's people and many other races, thus she was revered as Saint Selina. To honor her, Karellimann Academy named its Dawn Church after her, particularly since the academy’s sacred bell was also blessed by her. It’s only after arriving at Karellimann Academy that one understands why so many students are drawn to it. Not only does it have excellent teachers, but it also boasts deep historical roots. Having never been ravaged by war, many buildings from the ancient empire are preserved quite well, even better than those claimed by today’s Tyrrell Empire as the successor to the ancient Tyrellis Empire. Nowadays, the royal Karellimann family of the ancient empire is long extinct, and the Fasyris family is virtually defunct, yet their legacy is perfectly preserved at Karellimann Academy. Saint Selina Cathedral covers a vast area. Many first-year students have heard of it but have never seen it in person, and upon their first glimpse today, they could not help but be awe-struck. The cathedral, sculpted from holy silver jade, resembles a winged crown, like the abode of a heavenly goddess under a halo in the sky. When Wenny marveled at the cathedral's size and asked its caretakers about it, they explained that this was merely the front sanctuary, with a complete architectural complex behind it, all encircling the statue of the goddess at the center. Even after a thousand years, the jade remains as pristine as when it was first constructed, untouched by time. Wow, this is extravagantly impressive; the ancient Tyrellis Empire must have been incredibly wealthy. Wenny's inner shock was profound, knowing that the cathedral's construction materials included the rare holy silver jade. Do you know how many pieces of holy silver jade exist on the Tyrellis Continent?? This is truly a gem of art, while also reflecting the enormous power the ancient empire wielded. Indeed, the cathedral isn’t open to the public regularly; it's only made available when high members of the Dawn Church visit Karellimann Academy, offering these clergy a place to reside. Wenny and his classmates were among the later groups of first-year students entering Saint Selina Cathedral. Upon crossing the holy silver jade threshold, an indescribable sense of sanctity and solemnity overwhelmed them. Even those not from human culture, like Shikondell and Milen, stood reverently. Rich cultural heritage can resonate on an intrinsic level, naturally immersing one and allowing them to feel the weight of history. The interior of the front sanctuary is cruciform, with a central area and four sides, providing extensive connectivity. Walking into this pure, jade-formed hall felt purifying for everyone. The accompanying caretakers smiled and said they were blessed by the ‘Saintess’s grace’ and ‘the goddess’s gaze’, promising them great fortune this year. But could this be true? Wenny internally dismissed such notions, knowing what events would soon unfold here. Any devout Dawn Church follower would neither dare nor desire to cause havoc in such a sacred place. For one, beauty is a common pursuit cherished by all, and nobody wishes to destroy the beauty endowed by history. Furthermore, this is under the gaze of the Dawn Goddess, the resting place of Saint Selina's soul; though her body doesn’t lie here, no one wishes to offend the revered saintess. Wenny saw some students with church pedigrees acting in extremes. Upon entering the much-anticipated Saint Selina Cathedral, they were ecstatic yet silenced their own voices, harshly eyeing anyone who spoke too loudly, warning them not to disturb the saintess's resting soul. After confirming with staff that their presence and actions wouldn't disturb the saintess or goddess, they earnestly prayed in the direction of the cross-shaped hall. Among them, Wenny recognized a familiar figure—Fanny Casus, who he competed against for ranking just the day before. She seemed to have emerged from the shadow of her defeat by a faux goddess's descendant, or perhaps her focus was entirely elsewhere now. Entering the cathedral, she was excited to the point of being nearly paralyzed, wanting to cheer yet covering her mouth to stifle any sound. The corridors of Saint Selina Cathedral feature portraits of past saintesses. Fanny displayed what could only be described as extreme devotion, offering the highest ritual of prayer and kneeling before each portrait. Watching this made Wenny almost want to laugh, but respecting the solemnity of the place, he held back. But honestly, does the soul of Saint Selina Fasyris truly reside here? That’s up to each person's belief. As for Wenny, he was skeptical. Dead is dead; not even deities can eternally remain on earth, only occasionally manifesting to remind of their presence. Human souls, then, certainly can't linger after death. If the saintesses' souls remained, could they idly watch the Fasyris family be bullied so? However, if one could reside in such a magnificent hall after death, it wouldn’t be so bad. Wenny mused as he thought. First-years who hadn't visited Saint Selina Cathedral before were the first to enter, followed by the upperclassmen trickling in thereafter.