2-34 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

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Turned Into Her Sister by the Obsessive Elf Queen They Realized Their Feelings, but the Knight Had Already Reincarnated as a Young Fox Blood Princess and Knight System! I’m Not Being a Saint Anymore! A Girl Can’t Find the Evil God in a Textbook Warship Eastern Dynasty: State Transmigration Isn’t It Strange for a Boy to Volunteer for a Witch Academy? Volume 2 Chapter 34~Unexpected Development Author: Hantang Returns Update Time: 2025/5/15 20:30:01 Word Count: 4044 "To put it bluntly, the Carelian Academy, and the 'thing' hidden within it, will face total destruction tonight." The fanatic spoke with a calm and assured tone, as though simply stating a fact. "And our Lord, the true God who controls the truth of the world, will at this moment be crowned as the supreme deity!" The fanatic fervently raised his hands in praise. "So you keep referring to 'that thing,' what exactly is it?" Wenny frowned, looking over at Aesphyra. "These demonic deity followers are just like you, always speaking in riddles that no one understands." "Exposing all the hidden spies within Carelian Academy — do you think we would do this without absolute certainty of achieving our goal? Or do you think I'm foolish enough to spend so much just to play a trivial joke on you?" The fanatic coldly taunted. "You've lost the last chance to return to our Lord, or should I say, for the remnants left over on the continent like you, the upcoming supreme God has no place for your survival!" "It sounds like you think you're going to take over Carelian Academy, but first, you have to get past the Order Barrier." "Order Barrier? The turtle shell that allowed you to linger on will no longer protect you weaklings." The fanatic let out a few desolate laughs. "Do you think only we fanatics are lurking in the Carelian Academy?" "What else could it be?" Wenny asked. [Implant Souls] are the most hidden amongst all Eurnes's followers; before fully transforming into [Fanatics], they can disguise themselves for life from birth if they wish, never exposing their identity and seeming indistinguishable from normal people. This is the only type of Eurnes's followers that could possibly infiltrate Carelian Academy without being detected — other followers couldn't sneak into the academy or hide for so long without being discovered. "Foolish humans, what you can never reach in a lifetime is but a minor trick for our deities. We have many colleagues lurking in your academy, enough to execute one of our Lord’s domains: [Sacrifice]." "Many?" Wenny glanced at Aesphyra. "Are you saying there are quite a few who have been bribed by you, willingly fallen to become your worshipers, or helping you with your plans?" "No, you've misunderstood me. What you refer to are merely pawns, manipulable and disposable; what I mean are our colleagues." The fanatic held his head high. "This strategy has been long in planning, it cannot fail; you’ve walked right into our trap from the beginning." "Your goal is to destroy the Order Spire?" Before Wenny could figure it out, Aesphyra unexpectedly spoke up. "Correct, but not quite precise. More accurately, we don't want to destroy that spire; we're here to destroy the 'thing' inside it." The fanatic sneered. "You probably have no idea what dangerous and non-human entity is sealed within the spire, do you?" "That's laughable, buddy. Even an amateur like me knows that the protection of the Order Spire is impregnable, and no amount of brats you have will help; the control switches for the spire's protections are fragmented and held by different academy leaders. You can’t destroy them." Wenny retorted. "Who told you we need those useless control switches?" The fanatic mocked coldly. "Kid, you might not understand the structure of that spire. The barrier it releases blocks the outer regions firmly, but it’s weakest internally, like a one-sided wall; it’s impregnable from the front but crumbles easily from internal assault." "The so-called Order Anti-Magic Barrier is merely you borrowing and channeling part of the power from the entity sealed in the Order Spire, but you can't fully control that dangerous thing. If you could, there'd be no reason to seal it." "What Carelian Academy can wield is a mere fraction of the power seeping from that entity, not even scraps. A deity-class artifact was never meant for humans, nor should it exist in this world." "The outer region is the strongest part of the [Order Barrier]; even a deity-class attack might not breach it, but what if a deity-class assault was launched from the academy’s internal, against the spire?" "That millennium-old shackle should collapse. Its era should've ended long ago." The fanatic uttered every word with weight. "...A deity-class attack?" Wenny sensed something was amiss. "How are you going to launch a deity-class attack? Are you planning to summon Eurnes?" "Hehehe..." the fanatic neither confirmed nor denied. "Don't forget, among our Lord Eurnes's domains is [Sacrifice]." "In [Sacrifice], intelligent living beings are offerings; the more sacrificed, the greater the extraordinary power released. To call upon our Lord’s extraordinary power requires sacrificing enough followers of Eurnes." "... You just blurt out all this information, is that really okay?" Wenny asked, puzzled. "You're strong, and I respect the strong—even if you're just human. I’d let you die aware of your fate. Ultimately, whether I speak or not, you cannot stop us." Clearly, this was directed at Aesphyra. "...Where did you gather so many minions?” “Don’t bother guessing; you won’t know whose they are. Even my hidden kin within your ranks remain unaware they are soon serving the truth.” The fanatic said meaningfully. "??? What do you mean by that?" Wenny was confused. "Hasn't your academy recently been dealing with a flu outbreak? Although the number of cases is small, you’ve assumed it was due to seasonal changes, right?" "…You're not about to say the flu was caused by your infiltrators, are you?" Wenny inquired. "Unfortunately, yes." The fanatic confirmed. At this point, Aesphyra looked at Wenny. In the original work, the person who released the flu virus in the St. Bell Tower was never known. Aesphyra only knew that Wenny had possibly aligned with [Bronze Blood] in his previous life, with both sides cooperating long-term. They may have provided alchemical potions to hide Wenny’s soul of dark arts in exchange for his assistance. But in this life, it clearly wasn’t Wenny who did it. "Still, if that's the case, why aren't more people infected?" Wenny wondered. "Because what they released in the St. Bell Tower wasn’t a toxin that would directly transform humans into Eurnes followers. By alchemical principles, air-transmitted toxins couldn't achieve such potent effects. Besides, if too effective or widespread, it would alert the academy." Before the fanatic could answer, Aesphyra provided an explanation. "The poison you administered merely causes those with weak water element affinity to exhibit cold symptoms and an inability to distinguish the color of liquids." "Subsequently, these 'cold' sufferers would inevitably go to the medical room within the academy for treatment. Your infiltrators would then administer a potion that truly transforms humans into Eurnes followers. Since they can't tell the color of water, your infiltrators can deceive them by saying, 'This is the new cold medicine; it's normal for it to taste strange,' is that the process? Is there anything I missed?" Aesphyra's lips curled into a sarcastic smile. This time, it was the fanatic who fell silent. Despite the young age of the silver-haired girl standing before him, her extraordinary aura was evident. That she could hold her own against a fanatic at such a young age was telling. The fanatic dared not underestimate her, and her ability to recount their plan without missing a detail proved she was fully aware of it long before. No doubt, she had already taken countermeasures. "Wow, impressive!" Wenny was a beat slow, but he realized the implications. Seeing the fanatic suddenly fall silent confirmed Aesphyra had hit the nail on the head. When Aesphyra explained the Eurnes followers' plan, Wenny suddenly thought of his card friends, including Fred, who had all caught colds. Watching Aesphyra’s calm demeanor reassured him as if he had taken a calming pill. Yes! As expected from the protagonist of destiny, he knew he could count on her! “Unfortunately, if that’s your entire plan, it’s already failed.” Aesphyra crossed her arms with a confident smile. “…What did you say?” The fanatic's heart tightened. “I’ve known for some time that you had people in both the medical room and the sacred hall, so I preemptively put an extra ingredient in the large vats you use to store your follower potions~” Aesphyra blinked her amethyst eyes akin to cat’s eye stone. “It’s my latest creation.” “You?” The fanatic saw Aesphyra’s demeanor and was stunned. “What did you add?” “A compound that deactivates the main ingredient of your follower potion,” Aesphyra explained lightly. “Your follower potion might be complex, yet simple once you shift your thinking. It can be reduced to a foul-tasting beverage.” “So those who drink it find it unpleasant but experience no abnormal effects… Well, they still have their colds, though.” A sly glint flickered in Aesphyra’s jewel-like eyes as she winked like a mischievous white-furred cat. “Good job, Aesphyra! Well done!” “Impressive, impressive, that was amazing! I never realized you’re so charming and adorable—I love you!” If it weren’t for considering Aesphyra’s preferences and the possibility she might split his head with a sword, Wenny might have hugged her already. Earlier, when he heard about it, worrying about Fred and the gang wrapped a noose around his heart, only for Aesphyra to have quietly resolved everything in secret. No doubt about it, she’s the protagonist for a reason. Of course, she was capable of these feats! “…Oh?” The fanatic watched their reactions, paused in thought, then suddenly laughed mockingly. “So our potion failed?” “Really? Silver-haired lady, are you sure?” “How come my latest report differs? Just moments ago, I was informed our sacrifice plan is proceeding smoothly. Our Lord’s flock has already gathered outside the spire, ready for the sacrificial ritual.” “What?” Wenny was taken aback, glancing between Aesphyra and the fanatic. Was this a psychological attack? But such composure seemed overly steady. Or could what the fanatic claims be true? However, if Wenny had to choose between believing the fanatic or Aesphyra, it would undoubtedly be Aesphyra. So Wenny deemed the fanatic's talk as mere bluffing, blowing hot air to puff himself up. “Silver-haired lady, you’re still young; your potion crafting falls short, doesn’t it? Both efficacy and potency appear lacking?” the fanatic mocked. The idea that Aesphyra’s potions lacked potency? Utter nonsense. Wenny was the first to disagree. He might go to battle with anyone over false claims against Aesphyra, but he would never tolerate disparaging her skill and the worth of the heroine’s title. “Think I’m joking?” The fanatic chuckled, looking into the distance. Following his gaze, Wenny and Aesphyra simultaneously saw a crimson outline resembling an altar appear high in the sky. It bore six crimson-streaked columns levitating, bound with countless chains seemingly ensnaring myriad souls. “What is that?” Wenny was dumbstruck. Simultaneously, an intensified focus appeared in Aesphyra’s eyes. “Um, Aesphyra, uh, this was part of your calculations, right?” Wenny pointed at the immense blood-red altar looming over the academy with bated anticipation for her response. This was when he most hoped not to see Aesphyra stumble. Yet, her increasingly somber demeanor only stoked his anxiety. No, no way. Her potion couldn’t possibly fail. But then why... Aesphyra observed the unfolding scene with a contemplative gaze. The shifts in the worldline were more significant than she’d imagined. The plan had gone well; [Bronze Blood] hadn’t noticed, yet why was the outcome still like this? (Thanks for the rewards, next double update tonight at 9:30 pm 0.0) 2025/05/17/21/25