2-70 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Return to Home Volume 2, Chapter 70: No Value Left Here (5200 words) - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saint? Main Page Lights Off Eye Protection Font Size: Large Medium Small Previous Chapter Table of Contents Next Chapter Top Advertisement Volume 2, Chapter 70: No Value Left Here (5200 words) Author: Han Tang Returns Last Updated: 2025/6/17 20:30:01 Word Count: 5212 The two left Lake Village, heading towards the northwest outskirts of the village. The sky was already almost completely dark, and to save time, they had to resort to eating the dry food they carried for sustenance. Wenny pulled out a hard black bread, comparable to a baguette from his past life, while Alice Firth took out a soft and sweet high-grade white bread, complete with luxurious butter and expensive chocolate. Well, his bread wasn't really that hard; he had strong teeth that allowed him to chew and swallow it. But now that he looked at Alice Firth's provisions, his own seemed like a lump of edible garbage! Just the cost of the ingredients for their bread were worlds apart. Wenny's black bread was mixed with countless inferior bran and a pitiful amount of wheat, yet it was considered premium among black breads. Any worse, and it could be used as a brick; only soaking it in soup could soften it. In stark contrast, Alice Firth's high-quality, well-made noble white bread had a distinctly superior taste, complete with luxurious butter and chocolate to accompany it. The silver-haired girl nibbled at her bread with elegance, the soft white bread seemingly melting in her mouth, making Wenny swallow hard as he watched. If he hadn't thought to have dinner with Alice Firth at this moment, he wouldn't be bothered. As long as he didn't see others eating refined food, he'd be content with his coarse fare. Everything becomes a problem with comparison. Wenny was now famished, watching Alice Firth eat with such relish that he almost drooled. But when he turned back to his own lump of something resembling black bread, he lost his appetite completely. Tsk! "Hmm? Is Wenny also planning to start dinner? But why are you just holding it without eating? Did you lose your appetite suddenly, or are you not feeling well?" Alice Firth, naturally having noticed Wenny's expression and his glances at her—or rather, at her bread—feigned surprise as she asked. Wasn't this knowingly asking the obvious?? That damn white bread! Oh no, that little white-hair bread! Wasn't it he who felt hungry first, took out his bread intending to eat, and Alice Firth, seeing this, took out hers too? And now she's pretending not to notice and deliberately asking him that? Wenny felt his blood pressure skyrocket from being teased by Alice Firth. Now he didn't feel like eating at all; he was already stuffed with anger. After all, the consequences of messing with others were bound to catch up. His habit of always bickering with Alice Firth had its price. Alice Firth might get upset, and though he might gain from it, he also lost future happiness. However, Wenny wouldn't hold grudges against Alice Firth for such antics. Their banter was mutual, and he knew well that picking on her wasn't the best behavior. Thankfully, she wasn't an ordinary girl, having lived two lives with an unusual disposition. To be honest, although Wenny often pretended to dislike Alice Firth, in his heart, he actually appreciated her. He could speak freely around her, saying whatever came to mind, much like banter among close friends—a feeling that relaxed him tremendously. Teasing Alice Firth was something he did for fun, and it was only fair for her to 'tease' him back. In fact, this had likely become their unique way of interacting—mutual teasing, mutual enjoyment of banter. Both aimed to irk the other in jest, but neither held onto such small grievances afterward. Wenny took a fierce bite of his hard black bread, as if chewing something else, making crunching sounds as he did, unsure if he was eating bread or wood shavings. Imagine using bread that could be thrown like a brick; how good could it possibly taste? As for the flavor, one could only imagine. "Wenny, did you buy the wrong thing?" Alice Firth, hearing the crunching, covered her mouth in disbelief. "Could it be you mistook a loaf-shaped piece of wood for a wood-shaped loaf?" And what in the world was that supposed to mean?? Somebody's still on about it, huh?? "...." Usually quick to retort Alice Firth, Wenny remained silent, grinding through his black bread, akin to a squirrel with puffed cheeks, grievances unspoken. "Wenny, you've been eyeing my bread—is it possible you’d like to try it~?" Alice Firth teased, offering her bread. "Well, since you're so curious, here, take this piece." "You shoo, you expect me to eat bread you’ve bitten into? Are you feeding a stray dog? It still has your saliva on it, isn’t that gross?" Wenny looked at the piece of white bread offered, clearly bitten into with remnants of moisture, yet somehow even more enticing. His throat involuntarily moved, but he composed himself, shooting her a fierce glance. No way, this little bread was playing with him. If he actually bit into the piece Alice Firth offered, she'd probably laugh and give him a swift kick into next week. "Eh? Wenny doesn't want to eat it?" "Shoo! I'm no stray dog; I won't eat scraps!" "Who wants your lousy bread, my bread's way better! Crunch crunch, look how chewy it is! I’m getting exercise while eating, can your bread do that? Hmph!" Wenny turned his head away, continuing with his black bread, showing off his stubbornness. Alice Firth chuckled softly and rummaged through her bag again. "Wenny, here." "Tsk, how long are you going to keep teasing me, enough already!" Wenny turned to see Alice Firth handing over a neatly wrapped, untouched white bread. "What do you mean this time?" "Consider it my apology? Toss that wooden bread and eat this." "Apology?..." Wenny understood Alice Firth referred to her earlier teasing. "If you don't want it, give it to a stray dog," she said casually. "Once I've decided to give something away, I won't take it back." Aside from her physical cleanliness, she had a mental cleanliness as well. "Tsk..." Out of a principle not to waste food, Wenny accepted her bread. Just feeling it, it was soft, with a faint wheat aroma—the real deal. Compared to it, what he had earlier couldn’t even be called bread. However... Wenny cast a thoughtful glance at Alice Firth beside him. Could it be, she thought about his pride, knowing he wouldn't accept it outright, so she flaunted her white bread first and then offered her own to him? Wenny conjectured this because Alice Firth's act was so blatant this time that even he caught on. For a moment, Wenny's feelings were complex. "Sometimes, isn't it nice not to exercise your jaw while eating, Wenny~" Her eyes smiling, she asked as Wenny stared at her. "..." Fine, even if it was as such, this person still managed to annoy him at every turn! Wenny took a fierce bite of the white bread offered by someone, as if consuming that very person in bread form. After finishing their meal, they arrived at the northwest edge of the village, where, as the priest described, they saw a conspicuous cave. The weeds around it had been scorched, suggesting that previously, the entrance might have been concealed, rendering it invisible to a casual glance. "This must be the nest of the demon snakes that Priest Fulkas mentioned," Wenny remarked, raising an eyebrow and rubbing his hands together. He removed the ice crystal earrings, transforming them into the [Frostbite Fang] with a few flourishing spins, leaving a trail of frost in the air. Even though it was supposed to be cleared of demon snakes, Wenny felt it was prudent to ready his weapon, just in case. Alice Firth, however, didn’t follow suit. Not because she was lacking caution, but due to the fact that her sacred sword, which was about to gain sentience, could be summoned at will—a near-legendary weapon. The two entered the cave. Inside, darkness engulfed them, prompting Alice Firth to flip her palm, igniting a flame of red lotus there. With fire affinity at the [Shackle Break] level, the flame illuminated the narrow cave, revealing the chaos inside. The walls were marked with charred patches and weapon traces, evidence of a previous skirmish. On the ground lay the remains of several demon snakes, a rather unsettling sight. Typically, girls fear creatures like snakes and spiders. Wenny glanced at Alice Firth but noticed her at ease even more than himself, making him appear the more timid one, akin to a scared girl. "If you're scared, Wenny, you can wait outside at the entrance," Alice Firth suggested. Her previous teasing demeanor had given way to calmness and composure upon entering the cave. "What...what are you talking about? Don’t underestimate me! They're just a few dead snakes, would they scare me? Even if they were alive, I wouldn’t…" Before Wenny could finish, a dark, winding shadow lunged at him from the ceiling, too fast to react. "Crack!" In an instant, the shadow was sliced in two by fiery lotus flames, disintegrating into ashes and falling to the ground with a soft thud. The burst of flames illuminated Wenny’s now pale face. "What the heck?!" Wenny, regaining his senses, hurriedly summoned [Shield Fortress]. Only after feeling the weight of the impenetrable armor did he gain some semblance of security. Once again, Alice Firth had saved him. Next to him, Alice Firth seemed unfazed, her sacred sword still ablaze. "So, that was a demon snake? What a fright! Didn't they say they cleared them all?" Wenny looked down at the partially incinerated snake-like creature by his feet. This snake was unlike any ordinary one, nearly twice the size, with unsettling, bloodshot eyes, covered in black scales and sporting goat-like horns and a sharp spike under its chin. "There are always some that slip through the net," Alice Firth said, unsurprised, surveying the cave and the ceiling to ensure no other demon snakes were lurking. "These demon snakes are huge! A bit bigger and I’d think they were pythons," Wenny commented. "That's normal. Demon snakes vary greatly in size, with heights ranging from one to two meters wide for the large ones, while the smaller ones can be as tiny as lizards," Alice Firth explained, calmly, as if she'd seen many before. "One to two meters wide? How long would that make the snake?" Wenny swallowed hard. Alice Firth said nothing, crouching down to study the demon snake she had slain, her brow slightly furrowed. Rising, she then moved to examine the pile of demon snake carcasses left by the previous confrontation. Wenny didn’t know what Alice Firth was scrutinizing but, knowing nothing about it himself, he chose to remain silent so as not to disturb her. One couldn’t help but admire Alice Firth's bravery. These creepy snakes gave Wenny chills just looking at them, appearing slimy all over. Yet there she was, examining them closely, unfazed by the possibility of them suddenly springing back to life for a last bite. Given Alice Firth's reflexes, choosing her as a target was plain misfortune for any snake hoping to play dead and ambush. After a while, Alice Firth pulled out two differently colored vials from her bag, walking as she poured them around the cave. And what were these? Wenny recognized them as alchemical potions but had no idea what kind. Alice Firth seemed as prepared as Doraemon, ready for anything with all the gadgets. Once the potions were poured, Alice Firth observed their reactions. A long moment passed. "There's a change." "Huh?" Wenny instinctively looked in the direction Alice Firth was focused on, noting a subtle discoloration where the potion had been applied, almost imperceptible without close inspection. A change? Does she mean the color? And what kind of potions are these? What does the color change signify? "Not long ago, there was a reaction to scroll magic being released here," Alice Firth clarified. "Scroll magic?" "These two potions are specifically for detecting reactions to alchemical and scroll magic. If any such reaction happened within the last five minutes, they will cause a color change," Alice Firth continued, tossing the empty bottles. "My concoctions extend that timeframe to about ten minutes, which means approximately ten minutes ago, a scroll magic was triggered here." "Scroll magic was released? You mean someone else was here ten minutes ago?" Wenny was taken aback. "That seems to be the case," Alice Firth affirmed, glancing at the demon snake's remains. "This practical test is far from as simple as it appears." "Who could it be?" Wenny pondered aloud. "Who would randomly appear here and use a scroll? And what kind of scroll was it?" "Those are the key questions," Alice Firth said, looking again at the demon snake debris. "And, you know, I noticed something: the demon snakes that were eradicated and the one that attacked you earlier don't seem to belong to the same group." "Is that something you can tell just by looking?" Wenny was astonished. Aren't all demon snakes the same? "There are fundamental differences. If you often deal with demon snakes, you'd notice," Alice Firth explained. "If possible, who would want to constantly deal with such disgusting creatures?" Wenny quipped. "But these are just initial observations." With that, Alice Firth fell silent, lost in thought. "Judging by how faint the color change is, it’s likely exactly ten minutes since this happened," Alice Firth added. "Ten minutes? Why exactly ten minutes? Don’t you find that odd?" "Huh? What’s odd about ten minutes? What's wrong with ten minutes?" Wenny furrowed his brows, confused about what was wrong with the number. "Ten minutes is exactly how long it took us to walk here from the village," Alice Firth murmured softly. "What? How do you know that?" Wenny was astonished. "On the way here, I was timing our journey," Alice Firth explained, as if it were the most natural thing, leaving Wenny speechless. "So, what are you implying?" Wenny rubbed his head. Ten minutes ago, someone was here, and it took them ten minutes to arrive. "Doesn't that suggest...?" Wenny frowned, crossing his arms in thought. "...." Alice Firth remained silent, packing away the empty bottles before retrieving another alchemical potion from her bag, instructing Wenny, "Step back, don’t enter the cave any further. You stepping on it would ruin the tests." "Okay," Wenny responded, retreating without understanding the nature of this alchemical potion, letting Alice Firth spread it throughout the cave. "Wait, won’t mixing these potions diminish their effects?" Wenny questioned, recalling a point from alchemy class about not mixing different potions if not needed. "Take a good look. Can you still see the previous two potions?" Only then did Wenny notice that the earlier potions had completely evaporated from the ground. "This is one of my personal modifications," Alice Firth explained calmly, in what sounded like a subtly boastful remark. "A detection potion should only detect, and once it’s done, it should disappear quickly and not get in the way." As for the dark potion she just spread—it disappeared from view almost instantly, making one wonder if it had evaporated as well. With such rapid evaporation, one might question the point of using it. Wenny speculated that this potion wasn't meant to detect anything. "Let's go. There's no further value here," Alice Firth said, glancing once more at the ground before leading the way out of the cave.