2-37 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

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I Quit Being a Saintess!, Young Girls Can't Find Ancient Gods in Textbooks, Warship Daughter of the Eastern Country's Nation Transcendence, Why's It Strange a Boy Aims for a Witch Academy Volume Two 37~The Existence of Precedent Author: Han Tang Returns Updated: 2025/5/17 20:30:00 Word Count: 4036 "The goddess, it's the Dawn Goddess! I saw her! She manifested above the Saint Selina Cathedral, spreading her wings and soaring past the stained glass of the sacred courtyard!" several students with ecclesiastical backgrounds exclaimed. "Everyone, don't panic! The goddess has descended, she has come down to rescue us! I saw it with my own eyes!" the students shouted to their peers and comrades. "Did she fly over from the Saint Selina Cathedral? Could it be the Reverend Saintess Selina?!" "We don't know, but either the Dawn Goddess or the Saintess Selina must have manifested!" Though many senior students engaged in battle did not witness the scene, the rumors spread rapidly, and more people learned of it. After all, people tend to believe what they want to believe, and in such desperate moments of crisis, hearing that the goddess has arrived to help them vanquish the demon pillar cultists is incredibly uplifting, reversing the despondent morale. "The goddess, where is the goddess?! I must personally meet the goddess! I have so much to report to Her!" "The goddess descended? And from the cathedral??" On the other side of Kareiman Academy, the battle mentors expressed their skepticism and confusion upon hearing the rumors. "Fei, what do you think?" a colleague looked toward the golden bird-helmeted man pounding away at one of the demon pillar's fanatics. "What do I think? Rumors during battles are the least reliable." Fei showed no concern as he continued to pummel the zealot. He punched the fanatic's nose flat and then further crushed his face with another blow. "Damned bastard, stop hitting me!" The fanatic, unable to fight back, boiled with rage, especially noticing his opponent engaging in casual conversation with a colleague while exchanging blows. When had he, a fanatic, ever been so disregarded?! Why was this weak, contemptible human, using only his fists, still so unconquerable?? He was a fanatic after all, ranked among the powerful demon pillar's higher acolytes. How could he be bested by a mere human’s fists?? In his fury, the fanatic resolved to unleash his true power, preparing his signature dual-element storm. Seeing this, the bird-helmeted man grew serious. He leapt into the air, crossed his arms, and spun 360 degrees, clearly preparing a big move. He then extended his fist, spiraling downward like a missile toward the fanatic. [Spiral Twisting Fist] Upon landing, there were no flashy moves; every setup led to the plain but unadorned punch. Before the fanatic could release his dual-element storm, Fei's punch struck, sending him flying back dozens of meters without a sound. "Something must have happened over by the cathedral, causing everyone to mistakenly think it's a divine descent," Fei deduced after dealing with the zealot. "These guys sure can take a punch. I've been fighting demons and demon pillar cultists for years, and they're the toughest batch yet." "Should we head to the cathedral to take a look?" his colleague asked. "How could we? We haven't even dealt with the problems right in front of us!" Fei glanced at the zealot who, though knocked out, stood back up in less than three seconds. These undercover academy elements weren’t your usual trouble—likely a "Bronze Blood" grand offensive, exhausting every secret in an all-out attempt to seize Kareiman Academy. "Damn, I don’t want to lose my job a second time," Fei grumbled. "But is this really okay? Something might have happened over by the cathedral," his colleague persisted anxiously. "What's happened there doesn’t matter right now. What counts is saving lives. If we can’t even protect the students and mentors, what's the point of safeguarding a dead building?" These words might infuriate ecclesiastical-background students or mentors, but Fei spoke them unreservedly. "Coming from you, a former 'Champion Knight' of the Dawn Church, you're not exactly 'pious', are you?" "Pious? In situations like this, a truly pious person should save as many lives as possible, not safeguard a lifeless structure." Fei evaded another zealous attack and gave the fanatic a harsh punch to the face. Honestly, these grotesque creatures, with their tentacle-laden backs and bizarre forms, were enduring targets; his fists were nearly ablaze from the effort and they kept bouncing back up. “More concerning than these nuisances, I sense great trouble ahead if we don’t handle those coffins hovering in the sky,” Fei said, eyes cast toward the ominous blood altar floating above. Previously, the altar had been somewhat surreal, like a mirage, but now it grew ever more tangible, a true structure in the sky, binding numerous souls. "The academy has already decided; the blood altar’s foundation must be destroyed. If the foundation crumbles, the airborne fortress will vanish." Contemplating the situation, his colleague explained. “...Destroy the foundation? You mean along with those kids??” Fei paused. "We have no choice. Once transformed into demon pillar acolytes, humans cannot revert. No records or scrolls suggest otherwise." His colleague’s voice was heavy with gravity. For Kareiman Academy, today represented great sorrow. But what options remained? Failing to protect the academy would result in even greater casualties. Let demon pillars prevail, and all of Tyrelis could suffer next. Whatever the motivation, they bore responsibility for the entire continent. Any misstep had unthinkable repercussions. "...Who told you there's no way back?" Fei's response left his colleague dumbfounded. "What are you implying?" "Doesn't anyone read the church annals anymore?" Fei directed attention to a certain point. "An outbreak transforming unaware humans into demon pillar acolytes isn't unprecedented. There’s historical documentation of a prior occurrence." "Then, although it involved sacrifice, the majority saved were restored to humanity." "Did a Dawn Church Saintess accomplish this?" his colleague halted in disbelief. Fei neither confirmed nor denied. "Who might this saintess be?" "Look no further than Saintess Selina," Fei replied, gazing toward the Saint Selina Cathedral. "Though her resting place lies here, none of you seemed to know it." "Are you talking about Saintess Selina?" It was indeed the first time this combat instructor at Kareiman Academy had heard such tales, unfamiliar with the accomplishments of the church’s historical saintesses, given his non-ecclesiastical standing. His knowledge of Selina was limited to her outstanding contributions in treating ailments and her exceptional achievements in battles against demons and the demon pillar cultists, nothing more. "You're saying that Saintess Selina knew magic to revert humans transformed into demon pillar cultists back to their original selves?" "That's right. However, it's said that it only works on those who were inadvertently dosed with the potion, not those who genuinely pledged themselves to the demon pillar." "But talking about it now is pointless; Saintess Selina has been dead for countless centuries, and that magic has long been lost," Fei shook his head. "A millennium has passed; not just the magic, even families have nearly vanished." "But such an important magic, surely it must be recorded in the church archives?" "Even if it's recorded, it's not usable by anyone else. The magic requires the Sacred Light, and the Sacred Light is exclusive to the Dawn Saintess," Fei remarked. "Doesn't that mean…?" "Indeed, there's no hope," Fei sighed heavily. "If I recall correctly, isn't there a student from the Fasyris family at our academy this year?" asked the mentor, unfamiliar with the intricacies of the Dawn Church. "There’s no saintess, but there is a Saintman," Fei muttered under his breath. "What did you say?" "Nothing important. Just forget it and let’s handle these guys," Fei lifted his fists once more. Meanwhile, in the first-year dormitory area. "Human girl, you have commendable courage," the fanatic sneered at the red-haired girl daring to block his way. "Run, all of you!" Fanny, battered and bruised, gripped her sword, holding off the fanatic while shouting to the students behind her. "But what about you??" The first-year students, who had previously taken refuge in their dorms only to be attacked by the fanatic, found themselves in a predicament. They were out of mana, mostly injured, and unable to defend themselves, let alone help. "You can't help me, and besides, I am the future Dawn Crusader of the church! My duty is to protect you all, so go quickly!" Fanny shouted, her body covered in wounds and barely holding on. The first-year students gritted their teeth, feeling emasculated being protected by a girl, but they had no choice. "Futile effort, there's no need to make it so troublesome. You'll all meet each other in hell eventually," the fanatic polished his claws. Fanny, gritting her teeth, plunged her knightly sword into the ground, invoking the [Holy Wood Seal] once more. "It's useless, girl. Your crosses are as fragile as twigs," said the fanatic, sweeping away the light crosses surrounding him like dismantling toy blocks. Fanny was well aware she was no match for the fanatic. Even with the combined efforts of the first-year students, they couldn't touch him, their attacks unable to make him even flinch. These renowned geniuses were now experiencing first-hand the vast gap between themselves and true strength, succumbing to despair and fear. Fanny was no different. It was her first encounter with an unbeatable foe, a life-threatening situation causing her legs to tremble, but she knew she couldn't retreat. Where the knight stands is the last barrier for the people; she mustn’t back down. She was a future Dawn Knight of the church, a devoted follower of the Dawn Goddess, and guardian of the helpless. Having vowed never to forsake the goddess or abandon the weak and peace, she had to stand up now, despite her fear, to protect others. Though not yet formally inducted, she was a Cassius heir, a descendant of the [Champion Knight] Shelton Cassius, and she would not dishonor the Cassius name! [Light Charging Strike] With insufficient time for charge, Fanny's [Light Charging Strike] was weaker, and the glow on her sword appeared dim. She could only stall for time for the fleeing people, using her life and courage. In the face of Fanny's magical attack, the fanatic looked on with disdain, not bothering to dodge, allowing her to strike him. As for the fleeing individuals, heh, none would escape. This fanatic loved playing cat and mouse. Nothing pleased him more than watching the mice scatter, offering hope only to snatch it away at the very last moment. He refused to be a mouse; he was the cat. "Clang!" The sword struck the fanatic's steel-like skin, splitting Fanny's grip and causing her hand to crack painfully. Only a few luminescent droplets landed on the fanatic, standing unmoved. Neither magic nor physical attacks worked, leaving Fanny suffocating under the hopeless pressure. "You like playing cat and mouse?" The fanatic clamped Fanny's throat, lifting her up. "Girl, you think you're noble? How foolish. Do you really believe those people will thank you for your sacrifice? No, they'll only be glad they survived and mock you for being an idiot!" In truth, the fanatic didn't believe in so-called nobility. He believed that as people faced death, they felt only intense resentment and regret, and he thrived on that bitterness. He wanted all these self-proclaimed noble humans to realize their ugliness and die painfully just before they perished. Gasping and wounded, Fanny struggled weakly, her strength waning. Her throat felt raw; her mouth overflowed with scalding blood. She knew her time was running out. Goddess, I've done my best. As your follower, have I done you proud? "Truthfully, you're too weak. Your earlier light magic couldn't even tickle me. I stood still, gave you a few minutes to hit me, and not a scratch," said the fanatic, gloating. The very next moment, his head was struck by another [Light Charging Strike]. "Bang!" The terrifying force imbued with powerful light elements sent the unprepared fanatic tumbling head over heels.