2-40 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Title: Volume 2 - Chapter 40: Divergence (Double Update) Author: Hantang Returns Updated: 2023/5/19 21:00:01 Word Count: 4022 "No, she's not one of our enrolled students. I can assure you, neither among the current batch of freshmen nor in the senior classes do we have a student with such features," Mirexia stated. Her words left all the attending deans silent. Their shared belief in the Goddess Fanghui was strong, yet the notion of the goddess manifesting was hard to swallow. Consider this: if the goddess really could manifest, the opportunities for such appearances in history have been plentiful, and the anomalies too numerous. Why did the goddess not appear during the fall of the ancient empire? Why during the southern invasion by the demons? Why not when the Demon Pillar followers attacked, or when the unsettling Demon Pillar descended upon the Thailis continent? In the timeline of Thailis, there have been plenty more perilous moments than now; so why this time for her manifestation? Surely the goddess hasn't been blind to such suffering. The younger students, inexperienced and naive, might easily believe in such divine interventions, but for those seasoned with life, the event seemed rather far-fetched. "Warden Dean, how do you view the current situation? Is there any reliability to this rumor?" An elder dressed in a black suit, leaning on a black cane, did not jump to conclusions, instead consulting a neighboring dean, an expert in detection magic soul. "Vice Principal, from what I've observed, the authenticity of this rumor, and how much of its substance holds truth, requires further substantiation," said Warden, who was known for his precise probing skills, providing a rather ambiguous answer, much to everyone's surprise. Sometimes, an ambiguous answer can actually hold a clue. Had the rumor followed a typical distortion, Warden would have dismissed it outright and clearly laid out the facts. "The girl, clad in a pure white short dress adorned with a silver cross and golden sacred patterns, bore a pair of immaculate angel wings. She had cherry-colored hair and pink eyes, engaged in a standoff with the blood-red altar in the air." Warden omitted mentioning how the small, pink figure emanated immense strain in the scene, with the angel-like girl’s wings radiating pure holy light, forming a barrier against the oppressive darkness, seemingly challenging the blood-red altar's inherent aura. Despite potential controversy, Warden wanted to say that in the abyssal black setting, this singular burst of light evoked a divine savior sentiment. If he were just a student, he might also have believed the circulating lore. In moments of human despair, nothing is more invigorating than such a spectacle. "Can we ascertain the identity of the girl?" the elder pondered. "Unfortunately, not at the moment. As Mirexia stated, there isn’t such a student enrolled, though some combat instructors witnessed the girl taking flight from the direction of Saint Selena Church," Warden shook his head, equally intrigued by the unfolding events and the girl's true identity. At this point, a contemplative silence enveloped the room, with unspoken thoughts lingering in several heads: Could it possibly be the goddess manifesting? Everyone knew Warden's detection skill was infallible. Had it been a disguise or a magical concoction used to alter appearances, it wouldn’t have escaped his scrutiny. Thus, the features are genuine, not contrived. "Do we have any students from the Fasyris family this year?" The vice principal asked, expressing a notion others silently acknowledged. "We do, but the Fasyris student is known to be magically dead and undeniably male. You've likely heard of him — Wenny Ferris. Earlier, while surveying which students hadn’t reached the shelter, I encountered him and placed him there," Mirexia skillfully interjected, defending Wenny with precise intention. "No other descendants from the Fasyris family?" queried a dean unfamiliar with the family's specifics. "None. Wenny is the sole direct descendant of the Fasyris family, who traditionally has only one heir each generation," Mirexia confirmed, further concealing Wenny’s involvement. "Could there be any distant relations?" another dean speculated. "This is unlikely. Although the Fasyris family holds 'Sage' status, they have always been lineally singular," the vice principal refuted, noting that this fact was hardly clandestine. The agony of powerful families includes severely limited propagation—a common trait in lineages with potent bloodlines. The Fasyris exceptionalism wasn't uncommon among 'Sage' families. "And so, Mirexia, do you believe this is indeed the result of the Goddess Fanghui's intervention?" The vice principal inquired, his monocle reflecting indistinct insights. "I believe that as long as there's a glimmer of hope, we must not forsake our compatriots," Mirexia replied emphatically, without a direct affirmation. "But we can't pin our hopes on such intangible possibilities. We risk the entire continent for what might be an illusion," the vice principal opposed the gamble Mirexia suggested. "Mirexia, you are known for being cautious. Whether your decision is spontaneous or based on other instincts, frankly speaking, regardless if you align with Carilyman Academy's policies or Camela Kingdom's interests, hesitation is unwarranted," he stated, his gaze unreadable. "..." "No buts, Mirexia. The situation is abrupt; rescue is currently impossible. Frankly, our decisions determine the fate of the Thailis civilization itself," the vice principal asserted, cutting through Mirexia’s skepticism with his authority. "Time is short. Initiate the amplification array," he directed, moving towards the array's center. Mirexia considered protesting further, but her voice was swallowed amidst the academy's elite, who deemed the risk too great. "We should reassess the situation entirely, colleagues," interrupted 'Boneless' Morinquette. "Given the circumstances, regardless of whether the girl is a divine manifestation, the safest precautionary measures must be prioritized." "But what about the students who fell victim to the Demon Pillar followers due to our negligence, those infected with the virus? Are we to just abandon them?" "Can we really absolve ourselves of this?" Morinquette questioned sternly. "Vice Principal, we have another issue!" Warden suddenly exclaimed, his expression shifting dramatically amidst the ongoing debate. "What is it, Warden?" the Vice Principal asked in a deep voice. "The students in the shelter, as well as those who volunteered to protect the academy under their instructors' guidance, they have gathered around the blood-red altar! If we proceed with the amplified spell array now, they're bound to get caught in it!" "What happened?" the Vice Principal’s face darkened. "Weren’t the students instructed to stay far from the altar, directing them to shelters, and if not to shelters, having instructors supervise them directly?" "Aren’t they aware of the danger?" "Indeed, but the students seem to have organized on their own," Warden relayed through his magical communication with the battle instructors on-site, arriving at this unsettling conclusion. "Organized on their own? What exactly happened?" "It seems someone leaked the administration's plan to use the amplified spell array to destroy the altar's foundation. The students didn’t agree and thus gathered before the altar!" Warden, perplexed, couldn’t pinpoint who leaked the information. "Who spilled the beans?" "...Debating over this is a waste of time now. We need a solution," the Vice Principal frowned. "Let me project the scene for everyone," Warden sighed, gesturing to create a crystal screen before them. “Blow up the foundation? Now?? Are you kidding me? What about Her Grace, the Goddess? And the trapped students? This is utterly irresponsible!” “Exactly! My friend is still in there! You’re not only neglecting to save him but planning to kill him? Shouldn’t we be targeting the Demon Pillar followers?” “What kind of decision is this? It’s so sudden! Barely any time has passed. Have you even considered other solutions?” “Using the amplified array to boost a super-level spell to bomb the altar's foundation? What exactly do you intend to do? Haven't you seen what's in the sky? That's Her Grace! Are you planning to bomb the Goddess?” “Yeah, you claim there's no more hope, yet Her Grace has manifested! Can you still say there’s no hope?” “Oh Goddess Fanghui! Please, save us, your loyal followers!” “You want to aim your cannons at the Goddess? Then blow us away first, because we won't let you through!” “We won’t let you interrupt the Goddess!” A red-haired girl, seemingly leading a group of students with church affiliations, was particularly resolute, refusing to leave the altar’s vicinity. Battle instructors attempted to explain the dangers, yet the students only retaliated with more fervor. “Instructor, we don't accept your view. That’s the Goddess incarnate! We’ve seen it with our own eyes! Can you not trust even the Goddess?” “Exactly, the Goddess wouldn’t forsake those unfortunate students; She will bring them back to us whole!” Instructors clarified that transformation into Demon Pillar thralls was irreversible, likened to time reversing—a process that couldn't be undone. But the students had their firm beliefs. “Instructor, do you believe in miracles? This is a divine miracle!” The church-aligned students pointed passionately at the sky. “All praise the Goddess!” “There’s nothing Her Grace cannot do! She saved me earlier—healed my injuries with a touch, burned the zealots to ash with holy fire in an instant!" Fanny recounted vehemently. “I saw it myself! Go ask those I protected—how else would someone slated for death like me still be alive?” “Exactly! You dare distrust the Goddess, and even aim your weapons at Her? You faithless traitors!” "Turn it off," seeing the overzealous reactions of the church-backed students, the Vice Principal found his patience thinning. "Have the battle instructors forcibly retrieve the students, and then we proceed with the array." "I understand," Warden complied. "Vice Principal..." Mirexia tried to speak again, but the elder interrupted her. "Mirexia, the situation's urgent. You should return to the shelter—this area will soon be unsafe." "...” Seeing the implication to leave, indicating he was not willing to continue listening, Mirexia, reluctantly, ceased her protests. "Goddess, Goddess!" Meanwhile, Vanessa flew to the altar, her being a brilliant light in endless darkness, facing the blood-red altar. Nearly all students bore witness to this. A wave of support swelled from all students, regardless of their year. "Is that... the Fanghui Goddess??" In the shelter, Shikondell watched the enthralling cherry-colored figure in awe. It was her first time witnessing the manifestation of a deity; indeed, it was the first for everyone present. Yet... Was it her illusion, or did the girl seem somewhat familiar to her? Beside her, Milen shared this sentiment. As for those who visited the maid café and encountered Vanessa, the drastic change in aura and attire made it difficult to recall her. --- Update speed is intense; barely managing to keep up, this frog's hobby really drains me. 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