2-31 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

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Turned into Her Sister by the Obsessed Elf Queen Recognizing Their Feelings, but the Knight Has Reincarnated as a Young Fox Blood Princess and Knight System! I'm Not Becoming a Saintess! The Girl Can't Find Eldritch Gods in Textbooks Ship Girls of the Eastern Empire: National Transcendence Volume 2 Chapter 31 - Don’t Drag Me Down Author: Han Tang Returns Last Updated: 2025/5/13 20:30:01 Word Count: 4025 Wenny had no idea what kind of emotional upheaval and changes Aesphyra had gone through, nor did he know how long she had been trailing him. Right now, his first reaction upon seeing the silver-haired girl was: "Wha- Aesphyra??" What is she doing here?? Wenny abruptly recalled the moral increase from earlier that suggested a destiny heroine nearby had experienced an emotional fluctuation because of him. And since that moral increase happened previously, it meant Aesphyra had been here for some time. Oh no! Wenny realized he had been followed by Aesphyra! After a moment of stunned silence, it dawned on him. No wonder there was such a significant upheaval at the dinner banquet in the holy cathedral and yet Aesphyra, being the protagonist, remained so silent and unaffected? She must have been tailing him the entire time! Tough luck, it seemed that guy still didn’t trust him. Though, he couldn't really expect her to trust him either. Regardless, Aesphyra had intervened at a critical moment to save him, which left him utterly surprised. Aesphyra had always seemed to wish for his early demise, especially with him competing for Mirexia’s attention. He figured in Aesphyra's eyes, he ought to die at least ten times over as a form of apology. In such a situation, she'd have every reason to maintain a facade of indifference and let him be pummeled by the crazed zealots, only to feign a 'tardy arrival, with a shock and horror' expression upon his confirmed demise. That way, the despised, annoying blue-haired shrimp who kept opposing and competing against her would end in a flash, pleasing everyone involved, right? In short, no matter the motivation behind Aesphyra's intervention to save him, Wenny was simply thankful. The maniac fanatic, knocked back by the Holy Sword, steadied himself, twisted his neck a few times, and stood again. His scarlet eyes crossed with apprehension and surprise as they landed on the divine sword under the silver-haired girl's feet, shimmering with the flames of holy destruction, its golden glow radiant. Even without knowing the sword's identity, he could sense its extraordinary nature and the terrifying pressure it exerted. "Seems like there are quite a few smart aleck brats around." The fanatic’s unclear, rough voice resembled that of someone with a mouthful of phlegm, carrying a hint of mockery. Despite the sword's peculiarity—potentially a relic from ancient times that instinctively elicited his apprehension and fear—he remained dismissive. He didn’t believe that fragile humans could pose a match to him; in his view, the so-called holy artifacts possessed by humans were no more than mere toys. At most, they might prove to be marginally more threatening playthings. Having received the demon pillar’s blessing, he couldn’t possibly lose to a human. In the open-air plaza, the exquisite silver moonlight showered Aesphyra’s shimmering silver hair, casting a metallic shine. Her flowing locks, dancing gracefully with the wind, resembled exquisite, vibrant silk. She leaped deftly, her long legs, clad in black stockings, perfectly outlined, securely clasped around the holy sword. As the sword spun into the air, her knees bent slightly upon landing as she caught the descending sword in a reverse grip, offering a courteous bow like an elegant lady of pedigree. Aesphyra, that woman, was ever so confident and resolute. This was the impression she always left on Wenny. Perhaps it could be called the composure of a protagonist, or maybe it was simply an innate aura she possessed. It couldn't be denied that this aura was incredibly compelling—especially during threats from formidable foes, Aesphyra had the effect of a strong dose of reassurance, her presence exuding a sense of safety. It was no wonder she had captured the hearts of so many heroines in the original narrative. "Ah, Wenny, it's you! What a coincidence," Aesphyra turned towards him, an expression of amused surprise as if she only now recognized Wenny, encased in armor. Wenny chuckled silently to himself, thinking how skilled this woman was at putting on a facade. Even though she had been secretly tailing him, she now pretended to just recognize him. "Coincidence? Really?" Wenny scoffed. "Do you truly think I’m a fool, Aesphyra? Can someone appear outside Shan Hui's dormitory just by chance?" "Weren't you secretly following me?" Wenny queried in a typically vexing tone, despite this being the reality. "Don’t deny it; I know you’ve been watching me since the banquet, haven’t you? Oh well, I guess it's inevitable; who wouldn't be drawn to someone as handsome as me? Anyway, as you were enticed by my good looks and lent me a hand, I'll let it go this time." Wenny swept his hair, delivering the truth with a self-satisfied, boastful tone, leaving Aesphyra unsure if he truly understood or was genuinely being his usual thick-headed self. True, Aesphyra had saved his life this time, but even so, if he must be stubborn, then so be it—that was his persona trait, and besides, he may have become a bit addicted to it. "Oh? Wenny, you found me out? Could you possibly give me a chance, then?" Aesphyra tilted her head, lightly resting a finger against her lips. "Ugh, come on, I’ve told you enough times, I’m not interested in your type. Give it up." "Really, not even a tiny chance?" Aesphyra teased, leaning closer. "It would be better if Wenny were honest with me, wouldn’t it? Otherwise..." "I might end up worrying all night and lose sleep over certain matters." "Still trying to pry into my private life, eh? What's it to you?" Wenny retorted. "Of course, it matters. I’m a devoted follower of Wenny," Aesphyra asserted while leaning forward. "For things like Wenny sneaking to the abandoned school late at night to meet someone, I find them quite intriguing." "??!" Wenny froze, unable to respond with his typical dense responses. Aesphyra's statement had hinted clearly at something—or rather, it was nearly explicit. If Wenny failed to grasp it, his comprehension skills were seriously lacking. No way, how did Aesphyra ever find out?? The plan was concealed all along! Aside from Mirexia and himself, plus the upper layers at the academy, no one else should've known. Wenny was left bewildered. He mulled over the notion that even with Aesphyra's powerful capabilities, she couldn't just casually read people’s memories, right?? He searched his memories, replaying recent events in his mind, but it was Aesphyra’s lingering fragrance—all rose and rosebud—that brought clarity. That day, when he impersonated Zoe to the abandoned school to collect a note, he caught a whiff of faint fragrance on his way back. So faint, in fact, it didn’t leave much of an impression. But now, it seemed undeniably familiar. No way! Was Aesphyra present then?? Impossible! He did a perimeter check to ensure no one else was around, besides himself. Not to mention, he wore a shadowy cloak, making him virtually invisible in the night. Even if Aesphyra really was there, and even if she saw him, his form and face were completely hidden by the cloak, impossible to discern without unveiling it. How did she manage to find out?! Wenny was taken aback. Suddenly, he recalled Aesphyra's ancestral lineage: as the last surviving member of the ancient imperial family [Karelman], she held the capability of wielding the [Divine Favor] of the ancient empire—the power to control time and space. Whoa. Whoa?! Could it be?? Wenny drew in a sharp breath, shocked. The sweet smile of the silver-haired maiden before him now seemed as terrifying and unpredictable as a raging beast. Surely not? She wouldn't have used her family's [Divine Favor] on him, right?! Pausing time to unveil his hood while it was halted?? That would explain why he found the scent of roses and rosebuds lingering on his night-walking cloak afterward. No way?? The [Divine Favor] of the ancient imperial family being used on a minor character like him—it must mean they hold him in incredibly high regard, huh?? Coming to terms with the truth, Wenny felt a shiver of fear. The ability to pause time, approaching him silently, with him being completely oblivious afterward—wasn’t that terrifying?? If Aesphyra harbored any murderous intent toward him, the Fasyris family would surely face extinction. He had thought that keeping a good relationship with Mirexia would keep Aesphyra from harming him. But this truth shattered his naive belief. Luckily, Aesphyra possessed a high moral standard, restraining herself from attacking this former villain without justifiable reasons. Otherwise, Wenny might already have met the goddess Dictina. Or perhaps Aesphyra disdained doing so. She might prefer waiting until he was confirmed involved with the demon's worshippers, utterly discredited, and reviled, to make her move. A swift death for an enemy would be too lenient. It might even trigger a scandalous mystery, thus her desire for him to die disgracefully to be remembered despicably forever. Let the mere mention of his name always provoke contempt. Thinking this way, it appeared he didn’t need to thank Aesphyra as much. “...Ha, Aesphyra, are you saying you were following me?” Wenny pointed at himself. “Huh? Following? When did that happen? Where did you get such a notion, Wenny?” Aesphyra tilted her head, her expression suggesting all previous remarks had been mere offhand comments, surprised at triggering such a reaction. Wenny laughed in frustration. Though he wished to counter her with sharp retorts, he restrained himself, mindful that Aesphyra had just saved him and knowing now how terrifying her [Divine Favor] truly was. Amidst this, he couldn’t help but calculate if he stood any chance if Aesphyra ever meant to kill him. Even morphing into Vannesa wouldn't help. Aesphyra's [Divine Favor] was known as the strongest on the Tyrellis continent. If she used [Divine Favor] to halt time, he wouldn’t even get to activate his, possibly ending up defenseless and finished before realizing it—a truly horrifying scenario. “Well then, if this is indeed true, could Wenny perhaps do me the courtesy of an explanation afterward? Otherwise, I might lose sleep over it,” Aesphyra spoke each word with a sweet smile, radiating the aura of a lurking tiger. “Did you both forget about me?!” Before Wenny could ponder further, a sound pierced the air. The fanatic lunged with claws glowing threateningly red. “Clang clang!” Just as Wenny prepared to dodge, Aesphyra, without turning back, effortlessly blocked with her holy sword, causing the fanatic to stumble back as if slammed against a mountain. Wenny was astounded. A fanatic who could easily kill him with physical means got knocked back effortlessly by Aesphyra with a casual sword swing?! “Might I remind this less-than-pleasing demon associate here that nobody addressed you,” Aesphyra remarked while her holy sword twirled gracefully, held with confidence and elegance. “If no one seeks you out, remain quietly on the sidelines. Do you lack even this basic decorum?” “Hey, Aesphyra, don’t underestimate him. This guy’s a fanatic, one of Eurnes's elite, quite formidable,” Wenny advised. “...Charming silver-haired lass, your sword seems unusual,” the fanatic remarked coldly, observing his deformed claw. It appeared Aesphyra's holy sword wielded suppressive effects against demon worshippers. Or rather, perhaps Aesphyra's spirit soul, the [Hero], inherently exercised powerfully suppressive effects against anything related to the demon pillar. Remarkable indeed, a protagonist with such prowess—this fanatic was a menace even master rankfolk couldn't confidently challenge. “So, Wenny, are you afraid?” Aesphyra inquired, standing tall, still with that smile of boundless confidence, looking unfazed as if even the demon pillar wouldn’t cause her concern. Such a smile could be truly encouraging; those with confidence bore an innate charm. “Tch, afraid? If you’re not afraid, do you think I would be? I’m just cautioning you not to get careless, or we might face practical setbacks,” Wenny mocked, refusing to accept defeat easily. “I see. My point is, if Wenny’s frightened, you could take off now. But remember, you owe me an explanation afterward.” “Tsk, really? Do I look like someone who runs away?” “Kinda,” Aesphyra replied, her jewel-like eyes narrowing like a teasing feline. “Don’t belittle me! Such mere fanatics, I haven’t taken them seriously!” Wenny stepped up, shoulder to shoulder with Aesphyra. “Well, do be careful, Wenny.” “I should say that to you—don’t drag me down, Aesphyra!” 2025/05/14/21/29 Share this book to: One-click Sharing to Sina Weibo Qzone QQ Friends Baidu Tieba Tencent Weibo Baidu Favorites Baidu New Homepage Copy URL Vote | Previous Chapter ← Chapter Directory → Next Chapter | Add Bookmark New Book Recommendations: How Can the Villainous Young Master Possibly Be the Saintess? System! I'm Not Becoming a Saintess! The Girl Can't Find Eldritch Gods in Textbooks Ship Girls of the Eastern Empire: National Transcendence Blood Princess and Knight They Realize Feelings, but the Knight Has Reincarnated as a Young Fox Turned into Her Sister by the Obsessed Elf Queen I Got Turned into a Young Dragon Princess by the Silver Dragon Queen All novels on this site are uploaded by users. We promote them here to give more readers the chance to enjoy. 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