2-42 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

**Chapter 42: She Must Take Responsibility to the End!** Author: Han Tang Returns Update Time: 2025/5/21 20:30:01 Word Count: 4037 Vannesa was ravaged to the core by the miasma of the Demon God Pillar, decaying from the inside out. The only reason she was still alive was due to her unwavering will, clinging tenaciously to her last breath. Earlier, she had expended all her magical power to ignite the "Flame of Divine Grace," leaving no reserves to heal herself. Now, with her magic depleted, she used her own life and body as fuel to kindle the sacred fire, unleashing the mightiest "Flame of Divine Grace" she had ever summoned. Yet despite this, compared to the towering silhouette of darkness that reached the heavens, this flame seemed pathetically small. Like a fallen angel, the young girl, despite her grave injuries and precarious life, spread her wings to shield everyone present. The colossal tendrils of the Demon God Pillar stretched forth, greedily sweeping towards the Spire of Order. The breathtaking scene made every tutor and student hold their breath, as if even the surrounding air had been sucked away by the high-dimensional domain of the Demon God Pillar. The tendrils of the Demon God Pillar were overwhelming, leaving devastation in their wake, reducing everything within a ten-mile radius to shambles, ground into the most primeordial particles. Like a collapsing edifice, the reaching tendrils whipped towards the pinnacle of human craftsmanship—the spire that sealed away an unspeakable entity; a monument that had stood the test of time, built upon countless generations of human wisdom and legacy. Still, in the face of the remorseless assault from the Demon God Pillar's main body, it was no match and could be felled with a single swipe. Oh, no, not even a full swipe was needed. The ambient "High-Dimensional Domain" around the Demon God Pillar was sufficient to crush it to dust. In such a disparity that induced despair, the near-death young woman remained resolute, even as her life flickered like a candle in the wind, even though her lone defiance was so powerless and frail against the Demon God Pillar. As the tendrils approached the girl enveloped in the "Flame of Divine Grace," the holy fire flickered, like an ordinary flame caught in the wind, becoming unsteady, glimmering intermittently. The "Flame of Divine Grace" seemed to be fiercely contending with the domain energy surrounding the Demon God Pillar’s tendrils. However, as the massive tendrils were about to collide with this seemingly insignificant flicker of flame, they unexpectedly halted, as if sensing something even a Demon God Pillar might dread. This unstoppable behemoth paused for a moment, before deliberately altering its course, skirting around the girl who fueled the "Flame of Divine Grace" with her own being. Obviously, even the Demon God Pillar understood that there was no necessity to take such a risk. Having waited for eons for this moment, any unforeseen variables, even to mighty Eurnes, had to be avoided. Perhaps a different Demon God Pillar might challenge the "Flame of Divine Grace" for the sake of face, for how could a Demon God Pillar lose face to a mortal?? Would not changing one’s attack path because of a mortal mean being frightened away by one?? Eurnes was different; she would not risk unnecessary variables merely for the sake of her pride as a Demon God Pillar. If something ahead could threaten her, she would simply circumvent it. With the initiative in her own hands, it was inconsequential to her, yet crucial for that human. Eurnes did not understand why, after all this time, her arch-nemesis’s bloodline still persisted. By all rights, they should have been relegated to history by now. But now was not the time to ponder such questions. As long as she succeeded in unlocking and destroying what was sealed within the Spire of Order, she would reclaim her seat as the Supreme God. Even the goddess Fania would not be her match by then, so why concern herself with a bloodline already reduced to human imperfection?? And just as Eurnes anticipated, seeing the Demon God Pillar's tendrils attempting to avoid her, Vannesa grew anxious. She was gravely injured, and igniting the final flicker of "Flame of Divine Grace" was her utmost limit. Her tattered wings hung like broken, discordant strings of a harp, immobile. Hovering in mid-air was a miracle, let alone any further movement. If Eurnes planned to skirt around her, all she had done would be for naught. There must be, there must be a way... Vannesa gritted her teeth, her mouth filled with the metallic taste of blood. She could no longer count how many wounds she bore. From inside to outside, she was a mass of injuries, her form nearing complete exhaustion. Her wings no longer responded. As the firewood, her life was nearly extinguished. How could she fall here?? Yet, she seemed to have reached her end, caught in a cul-de-sac. Her vision was gradually swallowed by darkness as she reached out forward with her hand, unable even to see her own fingers. It was so dark, so cold; she felt as though she could no longer hear or see anything. Where was she?? Her wings, they faltered. Was she about to fall, like a feather reduced to ash? Her eyelids, too heavy to lift. Who would have thought, that her final end wouldn't be at the hands of a vengeful Aesphyra, wouldn't be from an unknown AOE, wouldn't be from failing to turn over a new leaf, but would be a sacrifice for others. This was a fate the once-survival-driven Wenny could never have grasped nor foreseen. As her outstretched hand slowly fell, the once vibrant, seductive gaze in her heart-shaped eyes was dimming with tears trickling. Was this truly a grave mistake? “Goddess, keep going!” Just then, a cacophony of shouting erupted from below. “Is the goddess truly okay?? She’s hurt so much, losing almost all her feathers...” Tears brimmed in the eyes of a female student with a Church background. “What are you all saying?! The goddess couldn’t, she couldn’t possibly lose!?... That vile Demon God Pillar must have used some despicable trick!” “No way! The goddess is invincible; how could she lose to the malevolent Demon God Pillar?” “We can’t just stand idly by, doing nothing. We must help the goddess!” “Calm down, are you out of your mind?? If you rush up you won’t be of any help; you’ll only hamper her! Even if the main body hasn’t descended, that’s still a Demon God Pillar, surrounded by a domain deadly to us mortals, unlike the goddess’s protection with the sacred fire, going forth means certain death!” “But... are we just going to watch, doing nothing??” “Goddess, keep going!” “The goddess is unbeatable and won’t lose to such a creature!” Though Vanessa’s senses were waning, the surge of support was unmistakably vivid. “All of you! Release our ‘Holy Envoy’ and aid the goddess!” Under Fanny’s direction, students from the Church, whose soul techniques were "Holy Envoys," released their soul techniques together. In an instant, countless beams of light from the "Holy Envoys" connected, illuminating a region within the pitch-black void. Following that, various healing spells like the "Healing Beam," "Healing Orb," "Recovery Spell," and "Revitalizing Dew," each differing in color and type, soared into the sky towards Vannesa. However, the distance between them and Vannesa was simply too vast; most of these healing spells couldn't reach her. Only a handful of advanced healing orbs from senior students managed to get close, only to be crushed into magical particles by the Demon God Pillar's "High-Dimensional Domain." Despite this, the encouraging power seemed to infuse into Vannesa, as if an invisible energy had revitalized her. She couldn’t fall here. Even if she were to burn out, she couldn't allow the Demon God Pillar's scheme to succeed, or else... The land of Tyrellis would be ravaged, shattered. The angelic girl, with her tattered, blackened wings, pushed her remaining potential and the last flickers of her life, making one final charge towards the tendrils of the Demon God Pillar. Yet, after all this time, the last vestiges of the "Flame of Divine Grace" were thoroughly spent. Vannesa had been able to stand near the Demon God Pillar only because the "Flame of Divine Grace" burned away the Pillar’s "High-Dimensional Domain," protecting her from being crushed by it. Now that the "Flame of Divine Grace" was extinguished, what would happen was inevitable. Vannesa’s final gamble did not invite a miracle. At the instant her life was exhausted and the holy fire snuffed out, all hope was shattered. She couldn't even muster the strength to collide with the Demon God Pillar as a last-ditch effort to thwart it. At the moment she was exposed to the Demon God Pillar's domain, she felt an unseen, terrifying pressure crushing her body, as if she could hear her own bones shattering inch by inch. Just like a priceless, flawless porcelain vase shattering against the ground, transformed from a treasured artifact into worthless shards. The crushing process was longer than she could have imagined, although to others, perhaps less than half a second had passed. Without even a trace of blood, the angelic girl’s innocence dissipated, her traces fading into nothingness. Vannesa’s consciousness sank completely into the deep, unending blackness. In her dying moments, the greatest despair Vannesa felt was not the physical agony or the fear of the unfamiliar concept of death, but... What would happen to the myriad lives of Tyrellis?? No, she couldn’t just die here. Saving everyone was a decision she had made, and if she failed, even the survivors would be in peril. It all rested on her; she must see it through! For the living, for those still waiting for her salvation. 'This spirit and resolve are indeed befitting of my heir.' A light, gentle voice echoed near her ears, as though a tender voice whispered to her. Who was speaking?? "Lady Vannesa, is she really going to lose??" In a maid café, Mya's voice was full of urgency. Luna, holding a teacup, remained silent and outwardly calm, though upon closer examination, one could see her fingers gripping the teacup with increased force. This was the critical moment. A great responsibility was thrust upon her by destiny. Whether she truly had the blessing and destiny of the goddess depended on her enduring this trial. "Vannesa?!..." Up in the sky, the winged Mirexia looked on, her face drained of color, horror etched in her vacant eyes. 'Virtue +1000.' 'Current Virtue: 1524.' In the midst of collective confusion, tendrils of sacred cherry-colored light enveloped the girl's body, protecting her. These streaks of sacred light did not originate from the girl herself. Their source, as everyone unknowingly turned to look, was the Saint Selene Cathedral. "What is that?!" People turned, their eyes drawn to a rift in the darkened sky, where sacred light broke through like dawn, forming the shape of a six-winged angel. A divine spectacle, the six-winged goddess stood with hands clasped in prayer high as the heavens, bestowing blessings upon all. Then, these radiant forms of the six-winged angel converged, descending into beams of light, integrating with the defeated, broken-winged angel. “A miracle!” A student with a church background fell to his knees, awe-struck and gazing at the six-winged goddess and the dazzling, daylight-like sacred light breaking through the darkened void. "This is truly a miracle!" Even Eurnes, witnessing this scene, seemed caught in shock and doubt. The familiar aura filled Him with immense apprehension, His voice stirring waves across the realm of Tyrellis. “Who are you?” Vannesa recalled only hearing a gentle, affection-laden voice at the brink of her consciousness dissipating—a tone akin to a family's elder showing care and love to a junior. When she regained awareness and opened her eyes, she found herself in a sanctified hall, floating on clouds, where towering pillars upheld the celestial canopy. Before her stood an altar dedicated to a six-winged goddess adorned with a feathered laurel, flanked by rows of imposing, armor-clad statues of the Holy Cross Knights. Vannesa looked at her hands and body, finding them unscathed, even her defenses fully restored. Where was this?? It bore some similarity to the place where she had encountered Fasyris, yet fundamentally, it wasn't the same. “We finally meet, my beloved little successor~” In front of her, appeared a cherry-haired girl, vibrant and youthful, dressed in a laced, short ensemble paired with white knee-highs and heeled boots. 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