2-59 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Volume Two, Chapter 59: Bittersweet The next morning, as usual, Wenny put on a men's school uniform and prepared to leave. Before heading out the door, he did something rare for him—he took a look in the mirror and tidied his hair. In the reflection, a fair-skinned young man with blue hair appeared, possessing features that seemed overly delicate. Wenny was naturally good-looking. However, he had been neglecting his appearance, adding to poor skin conditions, and during his adolescent years, his face would be covered with acne. Without any knowledge of grooming, he often looked rather unkempt and sloppy. Coupled with a persistent habit of excessive drinking, he engaged in whatever was unhealthy, hence his appearance never reached its potential. Now, since he had broken these bad habits and his goddess bloodline had nurtured him for quite some time, Wenny's skin had become significantly better, with blemishes almost completely vanished. Good skin covers many flaws, and considering Wenny's naturally pleasing appearance as the descendant of a goddess and saintess, his looks were indeed remarkable. For reasons unknown, upon seeing his current self, Wenny had a rather absurd thought. With these looks and stature donned in men's attire, he would be recognized as a charming young man. But a touch of makeup and a dress—would anyone still perceive him as a guy? Ah, no, no, why was he having such strange thoughts? Surely, it was Aesphyra's doing. It had to be the influence of that white-haired little loaf, who had teased him about wearing women's clothing while accompanying her shopping a while back, hinting that she might consider getting closer to him, leading to such unwarranted associations. Shoving these thoughts aside, Wenny adjusted his appearance, making sure his collar was in place and nothing else was amiss, then pushed open his room door. In the past, he would never have been so concerned about his looks. Today's unusual meticulousness was because he had promised his senior to serve as one of the class representatives welcoming the delegation from the Fanchun Church. Nevertheless, a little tidying was enough; there was no need to overdo it—neither showing disrespect nor an excessive concern was key. In simple terms, he needed to avoid standing out in the crowd. Wenny disliked the Fanchun Church. His agreement to welcome their delegation wasn't just for semester credits or a salary. Come on, would his ambitions be that petty? There were other, more significant reasons involved. "Wenny, are you heading to welcome the Fanchun Church's delegation today? If that's the case, shall I help you tidy up?" Shikondell proposed as she saw Wenny coming downstairs into the kitchen. "No need, Shikondell. As a man, these things aren't important. Just a little touch-up to look clean is sufficient; too much neatness would make me seem effeminate," Wenny declined. He didn't place much emphasis on this event. A quick fix-up was already extending them some courtesy. "Oh," Shikondell nodded. After having breakfast prepared by Shikondell, Wenny left the dormitory and headed to the student council. "Wenny, are you serving as one of the student representatives welcoming the Fanchun Church’s delegation?" Upon Wenny's arrival at the student council, Mirexia had already begun preparations, and the other student representatives for the church's delegation were also in attendance for rehearsals. This morning, upon seeing the list, Mirexia had some hesitations. She called her senior over to inquire about it and learned from her senior that it was Wenny's own idea, so she decided to ask him directly. "Yes, that's right," Wenny replied. "Are you sure you're fine with this?" Mirexia asked after a moment's thought. She was specifically referring to Wenny's strained relationship with the Fanchun Church. Wenny had always resisted contact with the church, so his willingness to welcome the delegation surprised her. "No problem. What issue could I possibly have? It's just welcoming a delegation, right? My senior was right, I'm just perfect for this task," Wenny chuckled and leaned closer to Mirexia, whispering so only she could hear, "This will be helpful for me. Don't worry, I know what I'm doing." Hearing him say so, Mirexia realized Wenny had his own plans and nodded without further questioning. "Good morning, Mirexia~" As they finished speaking, a voice interrupted their conversation. Hearing this familiar voice, Wenny wasn't particularly surprised. He had long guessed that having emerged as the top freshman, Aesphyra would most likely also be one of the student representatives for welcoming the church's delegation. But still. Tsk, my beautiful day is over as soon as I lay eyes on this white-haired loaf, bitter orange, and conniving sea witch. Alright, trying to look on the bright side, my good mood was destined to be ruined anyway since I'll have to meet that delegation from the Fanchun Church, who are no better than dried orange peels with sour faces. Compared to them, Aesphyra the conniving sea witch almost looks pleasant. "Oh, I almost forgot, good morning to you too, Wenny. Sorry, I didn't see you there," Aesphyra cocked her head, smiling brightly. Really? As if I'm so short that you couldn't see me standing there the whole time! Were it not for Mirexia and the dean being present, Wenny would have already started bickering with Aesphyra. "Yes, good morning," Wenny responded in a frosty tone. His attitude towards Aesphyra was starkly different from when he spoke to Mirexia, carrying a hint of deliberate provocation—as if he wanted Aesphyra to know he was sparring with her. "Wenny, don't be upset. It was just that I didn't expect you'd be chosen, nor did I expect you'd attend," Aesphyra smiled amicably. This guy. Wenny pursed his lips, deciding not to bicker further. On the surface, their relationship remained unchanged. "Alright, now that everyone's here, let's rehearse before the delegation arrives," Mirexia announced. Wenny and Aesphyra joined the lineup. Besides Aesphyra, Wenny also noticed other familiar faces. Ishtiya. Yet she didn't make any acknowledgement, either not noticing him or thinking there was no need to start a conversation. As Wenny joined the lineup, someone called out to him. "Are you the Fasyris student?" Hmm? Wenny frowned slightly. Being called "Fasyris" meant it was him, given there wasn't another person with that name at the Carrie Leman Academy. The voice sounded oddly familiar, but he couldn't quite recall where he'd heard it. Wait, this voice… He turned his gaze, locking eyes with a pair of gleaming cross-like pupils, as if he were stepping into a glimourse cathedral sanctuary. He found himself momentarily transfixed. The young girl with honey-colored hair sparked his memory—last time, she had worn a maid's attire; now donned in a student uniform, he struggled to recognize her. "Um, may I ask who you are?" Unsure if it was the surprise of encountering her here or being unprepared for her transcendent beauty, Wenny remembered he was supposed to not know her. "Nice to meet you! Please allow me to introduce myself—it might be sudden: I'm Luna Haughkai, currently a second-year student at Carrie Leman Academy," the honey-haired girl curtsied with elegance, a demeanor reflecting church family traditions, noticeable upon close inspection. However, Wenny wasn't observing closely. His attention fixed on her white thigh-high stockings, unable to tear his eyes away—as if magnetically drawn to them. "Fasyris student?" "Ah, sorry about that. I was just reminded of something rather important, which is why I spaced out for a bit. My apologies." Wenny hastily said, coming back to his senses as the girl with honey-colored hair smiled at him gently, her hands gracefully folded at her waist, her head tilted slightly inquiringly. Ah, men are always drawn to new and intriguing things—it's just how it is. Wenny sneaked another glance at Luna, her honey-colored curls cascading delicately to the graceful curves of her thighs, the lace-patterned white stockings slightly indenting her soft skin. Strange, was it the hormones? Why did he feel more captivated by Luna now than back when he first saw her, even though she was strikingly beautiful then too? Could it be this student uniform that hit closer to his preferences? Wenny pondered, unaware that Mirexia, overseeing everything from the stage, had caught their entire interaction. Though it was a time to remain focused, Mirexia's gaze involuntarily shifted to them. Seeing where Wenny's eyes lingered, her fine eyebrows arched slightly, and an inexplicable wave of bitterness murmured through her chest, spreading out and seeping into her whole being. What... was this feeling? What was happening to her? Why was she experiencing such strange emotions? Mirexia couldn't grasp her own reaction—it was the first time she had ever felt this way watching a male peer get captivated by someone else. "Mirexia?" Even the dean standing nearby noticed Mirexia's unusual state. Initially thinking she was gathering her thoughts or had something else planned, the dean noticed her distracted demeanor and, puzzled, inquired. "... Apologies, Dean. I was a bit absent-minded. I'm sorry," Mirexia replied apologetically. "No worries, Mirexia. Ensure you get enough rest; don't overwork yourself," the dean suggested, attributing her condition to fatigue from her typically diligent workload. In the eyes of all the teachers at the Carrireman Academy, Mirexia was a more than competent, dedicated student council president. Her only flaw was being too responsible, often neglecting her own wellbeing. "Thank you for your concern," Mirexia nodded, pursing her lips slightly as her eyes wandered toward Wenny, who had already withdrawn his gaze. "No issue. Perhaps the Fasyris student was reminded of something immensely important?" Luna didn't mind Wenny's inattentiveness, playfully defusing the situation and extending a caring charm that elevated her impression to others. Something immensely important? Wenny felt a bit embarrassed, unsure if her words held a hint of teasing. "Student Haughkai, was there something you'd like to discuss?" Wenny straightened his posture and inquired seriously. "Oh, not really. Being a second-year student, I've always wanted to meet you, the last descendant of the Fasyris family, but couldn't find the opportunity due to a busy schedule," Luna smiled graciously. "You're much more handsome than I imagined." "Uh, not really," Wenny admitted, feeling a bit shy. She was the first girl to openly compliment his looks like that—and a striking honey-haired beauty with cross-shaped pupils, no less. Who could resist that? "And now, if everyone could get ready for the rehearsal," Mirexia's voice rang from the stage. "It seems it's not the right time to chat," Luna gracefully retreated to her spot with a courteous smile. "Perhaps we could chat more, Fasyris student, when we have more time." "Uh, sure." Wenny nodded, Mirexia's voice snapping him back to reality, and he too returned to his spot. His spot wasn't far from Luna's, so she had only needed a few steps to approach him. But come to think of it, was the owner of that maid café also a student at Carrireman Academy? Wenny couldn’t help but muse. It must take a mountain of gold to run a maid café in the prime real estate of Carrireman Academy, especially if it seemed like she was doing it for fun, not primarily for profit. Comparisons are odious—if he had a mountain of gold like Luna did, would he even consider attending school here when he could lounge at home doing nothing? His goals were always clear and simple: after graduating, to find a leisurely job where he could eat and sleep to his heart’s content. The rehearsal soon began. There was little to do other than line up and chant a few welcoming phrases, then escort the guests around. In no time, the rehearsal concluded, and Dean Molingate, known as the Boneless One, alongside Student Council President Mirexia, led the team to the academy gates to receive the Fanchun Church delegation.