2-28 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

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Vote for Recommendations Previous Chapter ← Table of Contents → Next Chapter Add Bookmark Hot Recommendations: - Me, Turned into a Baby Dragon Princess by the Silver Dragon Princess - How Could the Villainous Young Lord Be a Saint? - Turned into Her Sister by a Possessive Elf Queen - She Realized Her Feelings, but the Knight Has Reincarnated into a Young Fox - Blood Princess and Knight - System! I Quit Being a Saint! - The Girl Can't Find the Evil God in Textbooks - Warships' Eastern Backwater and National Time Travel Volume Two: 28 ~ Need Me to Give You an Oscar? Author: Han Tang Returns | Updated: 2025/5/10 20:30:01 | Word Count: 4219 Everything happened too suddenly, and no one knew where the explosion occurred, if anyone was hurt. All that could be heard were screams, and then the banquet at the sacred church turned into chaos. Wait, wasn’t this place supposed to be absolutely safe? Wenny never imagined that followers of the Demon Pillar could attack the sacred church and students right under the noses of the combat instructors at Carileman Academy. Looking around, he saw no sign of any Demon Pillar followers. Even if a follower of the Demon Pillar appeared, surely the combat instructors would have sensed and neutralized them beforehand. Where exactly did the explosion happen?? Could the Demon Pillar followers have set some magical explosive stones in the rear hall of the sacred church, set to detonate at a specific time?? The sacred church isn’t open to the public under normal circumstances. Only strictly certified maintenance personnel can enter with permission, and the place is always covered by an anti-magic barrier, making it impossible for the Demon Pillar followers to get inside. Could it have been…?? Wenny recalled a scene he thought he had misjudged earlier. With the chaos around him, it was impossible to tell where the attack came from, where the Demon Pillar followers were, or whether any students were injured or missing. In such turmoil, there was a high probability... At the scene, the combat instructors were organizing the students, helping them stay calm and leading them out of the now unsafe sacred church. As students of Carileman Academy, everyone showed exceptional poise; many upperclassmen quickly regained their composure, summoned their soul arts, and demonstrated impressive leadership qualities by forming defensive and offensive soul art arrays to protect first-year students as they evacuated the sacred church. This showcases the stark difference in emergent response capabilities between Carileman Academy students and those from other institutions. Among the attendees, the first-year students performed the worst, akin to showcasing, except they were the ones taking the hits. For instance, Shikondell beside Wenny was so frightened that she resembled a startled bird, hiding under a table and refusing to come out. "Miss Daire, don't just sit there like a quail. The goddess won't protect us; we need to follow the main group and leave the sacred church immediately!" Wenny shouted at Shikondell under the table. However, for some reason, there was no response. Curious, Wenny lifted the tablecloth and found Shikondell pale and vacant-eyed, her small body trembling as she muttered under her breath, though what she was saying was unclear. What happened to this child now? She looked like someone whose scars had been uncovered, or perhaps she was haunted by some painful memory. Wenny suddenly thought, did this chaotic scene inside the grand and luxurious palace remind Shikondell of the fall of the Moon Elves' kingdom?? "Miss Daire? Come out, it's me, Wenny, grab my hand, I'll get you out!" Wenny reached out his hand to Shikondell, calling to her. Yet, Shikondell remained silent, her body trembled violently; it was as if she was deaf to the world, lost entirely in her mental world. With no other option, Wenny crouched and tried to crawl beneath the long table. "Hey, what are you doing under there?? Hiding won't help. This place is no longer safe; we've got to evacuate quickly, or it will be trouble!" A passing upperclassman saw the scene and kindly reminded him. "Senior, I dropped something under the table, you go ahead!" Wenny assured the upperclassman not to worry and crawled further under the table. "Miss Daire, stop this; you're behaving rather unlike a man right now." Wenny burrowed under the table, came close to Shikondell, and saw that they had no time to be wasted. He grabbed her hand in an attempt to lead her away. But Shikondell curled up into a ball as if it granted her more safety and refused to move no matter how he coaxed her. "Boom!!" At that moment, the sound of something collapsing outside echoed, and it was apparent the sacred church had become very dangerous, with the risk of complete collapse imminent. Though Saint Silverstone was remarkably sturdy, no one could be certain how long it would withstand magical bombardment. Faced with a clear enemy possessing destructive magical capabilities, hiding in a large structure without magic-resistant properties was incredibly perilous. "Miss Daire, don't be afraid; I'm not leaving. I'll stay here with you." Wenny gently patted the shoulder of the silver-haired elf, remaining unflustered amid the cacophony outside, suggesting further debris was falling. Even spending just another second here posed added peril. Gradually coming out of her terror, Shikondell realized Wenny remained by her side all along, and the danger at the sacred church escalated further. "Wenny, I…" "Enough, no need to apologize this time." Seeing Shikondell regain some sanity, Wenny asked, "Can you walk?" "My legs... feel weak," Shikondell muttered, head down, biting her lip. "Thought so." With the urgency of the situation, Wenny discarded formalities, removed his earring, and with a sweep of his spear, split the table shielding them in half. The [Fangs of Ice] reverted back to ice crystal earrings as Wenny wrapped one arm around Shikondell's waist and the other under her knees, lifting her from the ground. Yeah, she's quite light. Even with his strength, Wenny found it easy to carry Shikondell. Held in Wenny's arms, Shikondell could smell his scent with every breath she took. Despite the inappropriateness of the situation, a faint blush crept across her pale cheeks. ‘Virtue +50.’ ‘Current Virtue: 204.’ Was she really being carried like a princess by Wenny?? Feeling the warmth of Wenny's arms, Shikondell could not shake the indescribable bashfulness filling her heart. Wenny didn't have time to ponder such trivialities; who could afford such thoughts in a crisis? "Junior, watch above!" Suddenly, Wenny heard a shout aimed at him. Bewildered, Wenny looked up swiftly. Though Saint Silverstone couldn't cause large-scale collapse, not everything in the rear hall was made of it. Take, for example, the enormous statue of a revered ecclesiastical figure—certainly not made of Saint Silverstone. Already unstable from earlier tremors, it toppled right in his and Shikondell's direction. There was no time to dodge, with Shikondell in his arms, he couldn’t draw the [Fangs of Ice]. If this continued, both he and Shikondell would be crushed into pulp! “Crack!” At the last moment, the falling statue split in half, narrowly avoiding the pair, its upper and lower halves crashing down on either side of them. Shikondell was too scared to speak, merely babbling incoherently. Opening his eyes, Wenny saw the bisected statue and was curious who saved him. The others present had also gradually withdrawn from the church's back hall, leaving Wenny and Shikondell nearly alone in the sacred church's banquet hall. Now wasn't the time to worry about who saved them; they urgently needed to move to an open space. Wenny carried Shikondell, rushing towards the entrance, taking large strides. "Are there any students left inside?!" shouted a mentor handling the rear as he saw Wenny sprinting towards the exit with Shikondell in his arms. He dashed over, grabbed Wenny by the back of his collar, and pulled them both out into the safety of the open courtyard as easily as handling chicks. "Student, haven't we been announcing the evacuation for a while now? Why are you so slow?" The mentor frowned. "Sorry, sir, my roommate twisted her ankle and couldn't move. I went back to help her," Wenny explained. "Don't handle dangerous situations like this alone next time. A freshman like you doesn't have the strength for it. Next time, call a mentor. If things go wrong, not only will the person you're trying to rescue be in danger, but you'll also end up stuck there," the mentor advised, his expression softening slightly. "Yes, sir, I understand now." Just as Wenny finished speaking, another explosion echoed from the front of the sacred church. "Damn, what are those bastards trying to do?!" Upon hearing this, the mentor rushed to join other mentors heading to the front of the church. Due to the large number of students at the banquet hall, they were being evacuated in batches. The mentors responsible for escorting earlier batches hadn't returned yet, leaving most students waiting in the open area. However, because of the sheer number of students who initially scattered in panic, many chose to relocate on their own. Without mentors to oversee them, several formed groups, planning their own escape. In summary, because of conflicting opinions, students of different years formed teams with different strategies. Many upperclassmen decided to lessen the burden on the mentors by sticking with their friends and leaving the sacred church first; others quickly followed suit. After all, they were Carileman Academy students, not mindless lambs waiting to be slaughtered. But Wenny had more pressing concerns on his mind. Why would there be an explosion inside the church?? With students scattering everywhere, if it was as he feared... Wenny's gaze roamed through the crowd, searching for that familiar figure. "Daire! Are-are you okay?!" A flurry of golden hair finally found Shikondell, rushing over in distress. "I'm fine, thanks to Wenny's brave rescue," Shikondell replied, still a bit out of sorts upon seeing the worried Milen. “You, you…” Milen began, conflicted about whether to thank Wenny, when suddenly Wenny spotted something in the crowd. "Forget it for now, Milen, you're just in time. Look after Daire for me; I have something urgent to attend to." With that, Wenny broke away from the crowd. “Hey, hey?! Wait up?!” Milen called, bewildered. What could possibly be pressing at a time like this? Did he forget to turn something off at home or what? "Wenny?!" Shikondell called out, stretching forth her hand but eventually letting it fall. If only she were strong enough not to be a burden to Wenny, to help him instead. Just as Wenny dashed off, a shadow silently pursued him from above, undetected by everyone present. ———————— Saint Selina Cathedral was in utter disarray, though thanks to the resilience of Saint Silverstone, no major destruction occurred—just the collapse of some interior decor. Yet, for a thousand years, the sacred church had never witnessed such chaos. A male student, like the others, fled in panic, and seemingly by chance, found himself before the Dawnlight Sanctuary. Sweating profusely, he glanced at the still calm surroundings, perhaps feeling momentarily safe. But before he could heave a sigh, his eyes widened as an ice crystal spear descended from above, embedding into where he previously stood. Had his reflexes been slower, he might have been pierced. "You are...?" The male student stared blankly at the blue-haired youth approaching after retrieving the spear. "Don't recognize me?" Wenny twirled the spear through the air. "Quite the actor, aren't you? Need me to hand you an Oscar?" "No, really... Classmate, what are you talking about?" The male student feigned ignorance. "What am I talking about?" Wenny glanced around. "That's something I should be asking you—what brings you here?" "Classmate, didn’t you know? There’s been some trouble at the banquet hall, and I accidentally ended up here…" "Accidentally at the Dawnlight Sanctuary? Quite the spot you picked," Wenny sneered. "But, I just… panicked and lost my way?!" The student's face reflected helplessness. "And isn't this the goddess's and the saint's quarters? I thought they'd protect me…" "Protection? You're counting on some corpses to protect you? Besides," Wenny chuckled darkly. "No goddess would shield a wretch like you." Without further ado, Wenny launched the [Ice Lock] from his palm, nearly striking the student's head. "Classmate?! What the hell do you want?!" The student seemed at his wit's end. "This is the Dawnlight Goddess's quarters—under the gaze of the goddess and the saint, you're seriously going to attack your peer?!" "Classmate, we've never met; why do you wish to harm me?!" "Keep acting—go on," Wenny gazed upward. "That stench on you may fool others, but I can smell you from ten miles away!" "You loathsome creature—opting for this half-human, half-ghost path—isn't it disgusting?" Wenny spat disdainfully. "Stop pretending to be human, [Bronze Blood]’s [Sacrificer], am I right?" Wenny coldly stated. "From the banquet until now, it's been nearly thirty minutes, hasn’t it?" "[Sacrificer]'s ability must be activated thirty minutes beforehand. After that, the markings on your body gradually appear, from faint to pronounced, and once activated, they cannot be reversed." "During the banquet, someone bumped into you, pulling down your shoulder garment. But since you had just started the [Fanatic's] transformation, the red markings were faint, and I only caught a glimpse, unsure if I saw it correctly. Until I came out and smelled your increasingly strong stench." "That's what confirmed it—it's no mistake, you're [Bronze Blood]'s plant inside the academy. Truly surprising, even the thorough pre-admission background checks didn’t uncover you."