2-53 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

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It's Impossible for Girls to Find an Evil God in Textbooks The Naval Warship Donghuang and the State Transmigration Is It Strange for a Boy to Apply to a Witch Academy? Volume 2 Chapter 53~ She Knows Exactly What a Real Saintess is Like Author: Han Tang Returns Updated: 2025/5/31 20:30:01 Word count: 4426 "Didn't expect it to be like this, Saint Selena has truly descended." Mirexia mused thoughtfully. "So, did the Saintess say anything else to you?" "Well, about that..." Wenny was awkwardly caught off guard, as he couldn't very well tell Mirexia the true nature of his ancestor and her matchmaking phase afterward, right?? "No, after using me to expel the Demon God Pillar, she seemed to leave." "These things are really true," Mirexia said with a sigh. Although history is filled with accounts of supposed appearances by goddess or saintess, they are often dismissed given their historical distance, making them less credible. As the goddess hasn't appeared in a long time, people have grown unfamiliar with the concept, gradually losing belief in it. "Wenny, you earned the favor of Saint Selena." "Uh..." Wenny responded silently. Understanding the reality of Selena's nature, one could only wonder how Mirexia would react. "Perhaps this is the will of the goddess," Mirexia looked at Wenny. "Destiny has ordained that the Saintess of Dawn shall neither be absent nor will there be no successor." "No, the current church is a murky pool I have no interest in wading into," Wenny shook his head. "Wenny, I believe this could be seen as a divine message; if you have aspirations to become the Saintess, it would be your rightful reason." Mirexia’s words were clear to Wenny. Imagine, a Fasyris descendant possessed by a Saintess, detached from the church’s control—once he reveals the truth to the world, he would be the rightful successor to the Saintess. But the church would inevitably obstruct him, pushing him to face great resistance and perhaps even life-threatening danger. For someone yearning for a peaceful life like him, the risks were enormous. Fasyris had been exiled from the Church of Dawn for three generations. Nobody could say for sure how strong the current church or the Pope's power was. Conservatively, there are hardly any church families who openly challenge the Pope anymore. "Mirexia, you know this about me; I never had such intentions. Besides, this isn’t as simple as me turning into Vannesa and calling out some slogans. To establish myself within the current Church of Dawn, I would need backing; otherwise, I would just be a puppet manipulated by others," Wenny explained. Currently, they could still regard this event as a goddess apparition from beginning to end, but if she were to proclaim herself as the Saintess of Dawn openly, wouldn't that be akin to yelling, ‘Come on, fight me, church!’ "Don't you have any backing?" After a pause, Mirexia suddenly spoke. "Who? Who’d be so bold as to oppose the church for my sake?" Wenny spread his hands before realizing what Mirexia meant, looking at her with astonishment. Yet, Mirexia remained unfazed since she wasn't one to joke lightly. "…Mirexia, don’t kid around. I appreciate your sentiment, but don’t lead the kingdom against the Church of Dawn just for me," Wenny said solemnly. If it came to that, another war would break out on the continent. The involvement of the Church of Dawn would escalate the conflict further, creating an unprecedented human conflict. Losing would mean losing the legitimacy of the Kingdom of Carmela altogether. Mirexia was Wenny’s childhood friend, but personal matters are just that, and a nation is a separate entity. Mirexia was willing to help Wenny, but she had to consider her position first. She was the Princess of Carmela and the first in line for the throne, the future Queen of Carmela. Helping Wenny as the Princess would mean the entire kingdom opposing the church. Mirexia understood what was at stake. Wenny understood it too, which was why he never considered his close friend would mobilize the whole kingdom for him. A country’s king might help someone as a personal acquaintance, but wielding power binds him with the welfare of countless citizens, turning personal convictions into state matters. Personal ties and state affairs were always distinct. “Wenny, you know I’m not joking; I have faith in you,” Mirexia asserted. It wasn’t just because Wenny was her childhood friend. She had her own judgment; in her view, nothing was more trustworthy than someone willing to sacrifice themselves to save those who scorned them. If the church doubted that Vannesa was the Saintess, Mirexia would truly suspect some church parts were corrupt. “…Let’s discuss this matter another time,” Wenny suggested, finding the topic too heavy and shifting to another issue. “All right. Thankfully, this incident seems to have removed all ‘Bronze Blood’ operatives planted in the academy. To our surprise, there were even Demon God Pillar agents hiding in the sanctuary, tasked with administering alchemical potions that turned students into Demon God Pillar minions,” Mirexia explained, handing him the list of exposed followers. “By the way, Mirexia, how are those students who accidentally consumed Eurnes’s potion and became monsters? Have they returned to normal?” Wenny inquired anxiously. “Let me look at the report,” Mirexia responded, skillfully extracting the critical reports from piles that towered over her. ——————— A week passed, and the Karellemon Academy seemed to be gradually emerging from the shadow of the recent Demon God Pillar attack. Typically, after experiencing such an assault, people would suffer some mental and psychological trauma. Some might even develop psychological shadows or disorders. After all, Demon God Pillars were alien to the Therelis Continent, and gazing upon high-dimensional outer gods often led to mental pollution, causing cognitive disruptions. The quick mental recovery was largely due to the descended goddess’s blessings and healing. The light particles from her feathers didn’t just heal physical injuries; they also cleansed mental and spiritual pollution for those who saw the Demon God Pillar, uplifting everyone's spirits. During the week, the students taken to the sanctuary for Demon God Pillar contamination showed signs of recovery at a normal pace, slowly regaining consciousness and human conditions. Inside the academy’s sanctuary at the time: "Man, where have they taken me??" Fred crossed his arms, frowning. Upon waking, it should’ve been the familiar ceiling; today was different. "Strange. Last I recall, I had a cold and skipped the Saint Healing Festival celebration, just sleeping at home. How’d I sleepwalk here??" Fred muttered to himself. Could he have sleepwalked? Unlikely since he never had that habit. He suddenly felt sharp pain in his head, grabbing it and crying out. "Ahhhh! Damn, damn! What are all these?!" Fragmented memories flashed through his mind, as if forcefully inserted, causing Fred to grimace and twist in pain. Wait, what is all this?? As he watched these familiar yet profoundly bewildering images, Fred's pupils constricted. Was he controlled by the Demon God Pillar? Taken for a sacrificial ritual along with other students who were also controlled?? In the sky, what was that? Six wings, shining so brightly it hurt to look directly... Is that... the Dawn Goddess?! Was he, who was supposed to transform into a monster, saved by the manifestation of the Dawn Goddess?! What in the world was this memory?? Though it wasn't a memory engraved in his mind, it felt intimately familiar, like he had experienced it firsthand. Yet when he pondered further, an intense jolt of pain shot through his head, nearly suffocating him. "Student, are you awake? What's wrong?? Is it a headache? If something is uncomfortable, let me know immediately." Once Fred managed to regain some composure from the pain, a nun in a habit, holding a cross, gently inquired by his side. "Ah, ah, just a bit of a headache," Fred stammered, momentarily dazed. Previously a card game enthusiast, he suddenly felt like he could develop an interest in sports, speaking hesitantly. "Is that so? Hold on a moment and come closer, student." The nun reached out a hand towards Fred, summoning a glow of green healing light. "Sister, don't worry, this guy’s fine; I think he's just been lying down too long and his brain's gone mushy," a teasing voice interjected. A blue-haired young man glanced derisively at Fred on the bed, full of disdain. "Tsk tsk, you're as sleazy as they come, aren’t you? Boasting about how focused you are..." "Hey! Wenny, stop ruining my moment!" Fred retorted angrily. "See, sister, he hasn't been awake for long and can already shout that loudly. I told you he was fine, didn't I?" Wenny jested, gesturing at Fred. Wenny, of course, had come to visit. After finishing up with Mirexia that day, he returned to his dorm, reassured Shikondell of his safety, and found the worried girl who hadn't slept all day waiting for him. Wenny, feeling guilty, urged her to rest, and then went to check on his fellow card game friends. "Are you here to see a patient?" the nun asked Wenny. "Yeah, you could say that. I'm here to see if this guy's dead or just hanging on by a thread," Wenny quipped nonchalantly. "Is that so," the nun chuckled quietly. She had noticed this blue-haired boy student a few days ago, constantly keeping an eye on when Fred would wake up. Now seeing him be so unconcerned, she merely smiled and didn't press further. "Well, if you two need anything, just call me. I'll be in the hall outside." With that, the nun turned and left. "Hey, hey, wait up! Sister, I’m still feeling a bit unwell," Fred couldn't help but say. "Come on, stop pretending. You were shouting so loud I could hear you from the hallway," Wenny rolled his eyes at Fred. "You managed to survive being controlled by the Demon God Pillar; you've got some tough luck there." "Demon God Pillar, controlled??" Fred frowned, recalling the snippets of memory that had flashed before. "Memory loss? You don't know how big a deal this was. You've been out for about a week now," Wenny explained everything that happened to Fred. "Wow, that sounds just like a story. Truly exciting, huh!?" Fred remarked. "All that happened to me? It felt like I wasn't gone that long. Just two days ago, we were locked in a card battle." "Completely oblivious, yet no harm came to you. You've got dumb luck." "What, you're not impressed?" Fred snorted. "I have some seriously tough luck; whatever trouble I get into, I've got someone watching out for me." "I mean, how could my luck be so bad usually? I can't draw a single rare card when playing, turns out all my luck goes to this stuff instead. Good thing too. I’m telling you, Wenny, had it been you instead of me, you might’ve ended up seriously hurt." "Well, old me has luck in crucial moments. Unlike you, who spends it every day, what'll you do when it really matters?" "Luck?" Wenny mused about how Fred got rescued, finding the notion amusing. It was indeed a stroke of luck. If Selena hadn't descended at the critical moment, the situation could've been far worse. Wenny wondered about Fred's storyline in the original work. Fred was an NPC not even named. Without Wenny's intervention, had the story followed its original course, would Fred have perished in this upheaval? After chatting a bit more with Fred, who claimed to be hungry, Wenny promised to bring him food in exchange for a deck of cards. "Make way, make way," just as Wenny was exiting, a figure hurriedly passed in the hallway, bumping straight into Wenny's chest. "Whoa there! Who’s blind enough to bump into me, huh?" Wenny almost lost his balance, muttering in annoyance before recognizing the familiar face. "I'm so sorry, I..." Fanny paused, realizing who she had run into. "It's you??" both of them exclaimed simultaneously. "…" "About that day, I'm sorry," Fanny began, but seemed to recall something, falling silent, pressing her hands to her abdomen like she was wrestling with intense thoughts. Eventually, she set her expression, deeply bowing in genuine apology to Wenny. "Uh? This was unexpected for Wenny. He initially thought another confrontation was inevitable, but she outright apologized. "What incident are you talking about? What apology?" "I shouldn't have troubled you that day under such a pretext." Fanny apologized. "But, even though I apologized, I still have doubts about your identity. After all..." She trailed off, recalling vividly the manifestation of the real Dawn Goddess or the Saintess, someone she had seen with her own eyes. To her, compared to the goddess that descended, Wenny was nowhere near comparable. Only someone embodying a truly compassionate spirit with a resolute pursuit that aligns word and deed is the true goddess or saintess she should follow. As things stood, the boy claiming the Fasyris surname couldn’t match up, not even appearing during the incident. With those words, Fanny hurried away, likely also visiting someone in the infirmary. 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