2-52 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Chapter Two, Episode 52: Balancing Work and Rest (Double Update) Author: Han Tang Returns Update Date: 2025/5/30 21:00:01 Word Count: 4015 Mirexia wrapped her arms around Vannesa and led her back to her dormitory. "Phew, finally, I can breathe easy now." Once they were inside Mirexia's villa, Vannesa took off her cloak, letting her long hair loose, and sighed in relief. The scent of citrus, familiar and reassuring to her, instantly put her at ease as she stepped into Mirexia's home. "Do you have slippers for me, Mirexia?" Vannesa elegantly removed her heeled boots, her voice teasing and slightly alluring. "Of course I do." Mirexia managed to keep her composure, though she felt a slight tingle in her ears, as she fetched a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet by the entrance for Vannesa. They weren't the ones she wore last time. "I took the ones you used last time to be cleaned," Mirexia explained. "No worries~ These with the golden retriever design are cute too." Vannesa slipped into the golden retriever slippers, her tone playful. "Just like Mirexia, they're adorable." "Hmm." Mirexia blushed slightly at the notion of Vannesa stepping on the slippers with her white silk feet. Did the fluffy design resemble her? Lost in thought of a similar event from the past, a blush crept across Mirexia's face. 'Deke: +30.' 'Current Deke: 6184.' Indeed, no matter how much Aesphyra tried to push for it, Mirexia was the insurmountable mountain, truly deserving of her position as the top. Upon reaching the second-floor study, Mirexia retrieved a device resembling a stone, which emitted a sort of hazy light, scanning Vannesa from head to toe. "All clear, there are no magical spells or enchanted devices on you." Mirexia confirmed, satisfied as the murky light showed no discoloration, indicating the truth of her words. "Really? That's good to know." Vannesa felt her tension ease, though she believed Aesphyra wouldn't resort to such methods, it was always better to be cautious. Now reassured that she wasn't tagged with any sort of tracking magic by Aesphyra, Vannesa could finally relax. After entering, she had already removed her cloak. Though Serena had repaired the damaged [Armor], it didn't clean the dirt off her clothes. Having the chance to bathe now was a priority for her. "Mirexia, do you need to use the bathroom now?" Vannesa stretched her soft arms, asking. "No, go ahead." "But aren't you exhausted too, Mirexia? You participated in a lot of battles, you must be dirty too, right?" Vannesa tilted her head in inquiry. "I'm not in a rush, and I need to return and handle the aftermath," Mirexia responded. Mirexia, having spent time searching for Vannesa to ensure her well-being, was now ready to return to work, knowing Vannesa was safe. "Oh, I thought if you were in a hurry, we could shower together~" Vannesa winked, casting a charming glance at Mirexia. "..." Mirexia abruptly looked away, her cheeks tinted with a faint blush. 'Deke: +70.' 'Current Deke: 6254.' Her dear childhood friend knew how to make her fluster, easily extracting the Deke from her with mere words and playful banter. Only Mirexia and Shikondell, with their reserved and shy natures in matters of the heart, would not take her jokes seriously. With Aesphyra, she wouldn't dare joke like this, lest she actually play along. "Don't forget the lessons we learned that day, Mirexia." "?" "Balance work and rest to increase efficiency. How about a nap and then we can go together~?" Vannesa hinted at a particular day, leaving no room for misinterpretation. "It's been a while now, and I must return to manage the work," Mirexia shook her head. Vannesa, silent, leaned closer on her tiptoes, gently poking Mirexia's cheek with her finger. The warm, soft touch of her finger made Mirexia's heart tighten. 'Deke: +50.' 'Current Deke: 6304.' "Goodness, see? You're tiring yourself to the point of having bags under your eyes and still being stubborn. With the mentors and senior management around, you're covered. This incident started because of a slip, and letting students handle it entirely makes it seem like the mentors did nothing, doesn't it?" Vannesa chuckled. "That's not great, everyone should feel a part of the process." "Mirexia, why not have a good night's rest and head in tomorrow morning instead? " Vannesa coaxed as she lightly pushed Mirexia down onto the couch, standing on her toes. "If you keep mistreating your body and not taking care of yourself, I'll be upset." "... I understand." Under Vannesa's persuasive charm, Mirexia finally relented. After both had bathed, they slept soundly until the next morning. The next morning. Ah, yes, kids, this young master returns! After waking up, making the beds, and preparing breakfast with Vannesa's culinary skills, Vannesa changed back to Wenny. Donning the same male student uniform from a day before, not a single hair out of place. Wenny ran his fingers through his hair, taking in the fragrance of the room. Hmm, the sweet citrus scent, like envisioning Mirexia's brilliant golden twin-tails. "Mirexia, morning." Spotting the well-dressed blonde girl descending the stairs, Wenny waved hello. Maybe it was the state he was in, he never felt so while as a female, yet back in his male form, there was always a slight thrill being in Mirexia's dorm, despite having been there numerous times. Observing Mirexia's current state, hmm, she looked remarkably refreshed, clearly, her sleep was undisturbed. "Hmm, you changed back to Wenny?" Mirexia eyed the young blue-haired man. The transformation was significant. Back then, Wenny's face was covered in freckles and acne, quite unattractive. Now, his skin was pristine, his features improved beyond measure, even Mirexia with her natural beauty couldn't help but be amazed. "Yeah, timing is everything. With the academy in such a state, I wouldn’t want to stir more trouble." Wenny scratched his head. "Did Vannesa cook this?" Mirexia asked, noting the splendid breakfast laid out on the table. Realizing the mistake, she corrected herself. "Did you make this as a female?" "Ah, yes, since I was changing back, it made sense to maximize efficiency with one more breakfast." Wenny replied. After finishing breakfast, the two headed out together to the student council. Upon arriving at the student council, as expected, the atmosphere was bustling with activity. "Wenny, thank heavens you're finally back! Fill out this return registration form—your roommate has been pestering us multiple times throughout the day!" Wenny barely set foot into the council before a familiar voice greeted him. The senior handed him a form with mild annoyance and, seeing Mirexia beside him, quickly offered a respectful nod. "President, you're here too." "Registration form?" Wenny examined the form, tilting his head. "Senior, if I recall correctly, I'm already enrolled and part of the student council, right?" "Of course, I know that! If you weren't a student here, why would I ask you to fill out a post-disaster report?!" Even in Mirexia's presence, the senior gave Wenny an exasperated look. "You didn't even bother to inform us you were safe, and you didn't come back to your dorm last night. Your roommate's been so worried he asked us to notify the instructors, and they've been searching for you." "Uh... sorry, I ran into some unavoidable circumstances. Mirexia can vouch for me." "Is that true, President?" the senior looked to Mirexia. "Yes, Wenny has been with me the whole time. We encountered some unforeseen events, which caused the delay," Mirexia confirmed, backing up Wenny's story. "In that case, Wenny, please briefly document your whereabouts during your absence." With Mirexia's assurance, the senior could only sigh and relent. Well, as long as he's safe, that's what matters. Given Wenny's penchant for antics, it was lucky he didn't get himself lost this time. "Speaking of which, did you get hurt, senior?" Wenny asked. "Now you're worried about me? Thanks, but just take care of yourself, Wenny," the senior replied, slightly irked. Despite her attitude, Wenny knew it was out of concern, which made him happy to see she was fine. He truly hoped everyone around him stayed safe. "Did Dale come to the council looking for me by any chance?" "Your elven roommate who looks quite girlish? He's the one who reported your disappearance, obviously." "Oh, I see." So, Wenny filled out the registration form and handed it to the senior. As for the reasons, he could make up anything really. Once Vannesa appeared, no one would have seen him, so his actions and whereabouts were entirely up to his discretion. And Mirexia was there to cover for him anyway. Afterward, Wenny and Mirexia went to the president's office where Wenny assisted Mirexia with the considerable pile of paperwork accumulated overnight. "By the way, Mirexia, how's the public opinion now?" Wenny asked, once Mirexia settled into her workload, addressing the topic he was most curious about. "Public opinion? Those with a church background are convinced it was a divine manifestation of the goddess. Some even speculate it wasn't the true form of the goddess but perhaps the Saintess Selena," Mirexia explained, sorting through relevant documents and summarizing the core insights for Wenny. Knowing what concerned Wenny, she had intentionally gathered detailed reports on such opinions. "Are there any other theories?" Wenny inquired further. "There were plenty initially when it happened—everyone had different takes. However, now the academy only hears these two versions. It seems the church students might be spreading this narrative?" Mirexia found the sudden unity in opinion odd. Typically, such a mysterious event sprouts numerous theories. But for some reason, the diversity of opinion had dwindled away, aligning as if there was now a consensus. While a peculiar phenomenon, it wasn't entirely strange. In dire times, attributing it to divine intervention is natural; a goddess descend to save humanity in their hour of need appeals to the hearts of many. "I see." Wenny furrowed his brows, surprised that things hadn't blown up as he anticipated. Instead, he found himself protected by the very rumors swirling about—a strange but fortunate turn, given the saintess's visible apparition. But still, something felt off. Wenny mulled over the peculiarities, yet reached no conclusion. So, he decided to let it go. No use overthinking—the outcome was favorable. Partly true, partly false phenomena are the hardest to unravel, especially when nobody expected a saintess's manifestation. Yet, it happened—an enigma beyond explanation, even for the Pontiff of Fasyirs. "Wenny, the powers you displayed against the demonic pillar—were those truly your own?" Mirexia broached a topic she found intriguing. "Not at all," Wenny shrugged. "If I were that strong, why would I bother studying? I'd graduate right away and skip all the petty lectures and side comments." "Then, what was it?" "Actually, the rumors aren't entirely wrong. Saintess Selena really did manifest and was with me at the time." "Really, the saintess appeared?" Mirexia hadn't anticipated that. "Yes." Completely trusting Mirexia, Wenny shared the entire truth of that event. "Saintess Selena really showed up?!" Although somewhat prepared, Mirexia was still in disbelief upon knowing the reality.