2-78 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Return Volume 2, Chapter 78~The Last One to Take Such a Beating Was Also Him: How Could the Villain Young Master Be the Saintess? Home Dark Mode Eye Protection Font: Large Medium Small Previous Chapter Table of Contents Next Chapter Top Advertisement Volume 2, Chapter 78~The Last One to Take Such a Beating Was Also Him Author: 汉唐归来 Updated: 2025/6/25 20:30:01 Word Count: 4025 The succubus was astonished as she watched Wenny awaken from her charm. Up until now, she had never encountered a man who could regain consciousness after falling under her spell. What kind of willpower and mental fortitude must this require?? "Woo, woo woo!" Wenny, upon regaining clarity, seemed still disoriented from the lingering effects, staggering with a gait akin to a drunk, vulnerable to even the slightest gust of wind. "Who, which sect's hidden weapons just attacked this young master?!" Wenny clutched his head, the forceful breaking of the mental enchantment leaving him with a splitting headache, interrogating the air as if demanding answers. The succubus standing beside him remained silent. She didn’t launch a follow-up attack on Wenny because she was shocked. She couldn’t fathom why someone would fight against a succubus's charm, as most men found themselves powerless under it, relying solely on willpower to resist, which even then, most didn't wish to counter. Thus, the succubus couldn’t comprehend how Wenny resisted her charm, and more puzzlingly, why he wanted to resist her allure. Wouldn't it be more comfortable to just succumb? For a moment, the succubus began to doubt whether this blue-haired, fine-skinned youth was a normal man at all. If he wasn't, why did her charm work initially? Yet if he was, how had he withstood it when nearly every other man would have succumbed? There are only two possibilities for breaking her charm: either this human had previously faced and resisted a succubus of a higher bloodline, thus gaining a temporary mental resilience, or... But that possibility was nearly implausible. Not only is breaking free from a high-ranking succubus's charm a monumental task, but the mental resistance gained is not permanent; it fades over time. For Wenny to still have such resilience now, what kind of noble succubus bloodline must have been involved? Prince level, at least? Yet, Wenny was merely a student at the Kalrimann Academy, unlikely to have interacted with succubus nobility of such stature. He neither had the means nor the status, and certainly wouldn’t catch their eye. She understood her own kind’s picky and exacting standards when it came to their preferences and tastes. Therefore, within the succubi hierarchy, the diversity of one's 'diet' often indicates their social status and class. The more varied and indiscriminate the diet, the less status a succubus holds, often corresponding with low-level succubi or incubi. On the contrary, those with a single, focused preference, starved unless their ideal target is found, and once located, obsessed with just one 'prey,' usually belong to the high-class noble succubi or incubi. In a sense, these noble succubi or incubi appear 'dedicated,' capturing and keeping their chosen food in a sort of eternal cultivation without exhausting their resources, choosing exclusively to indulge in their favored fare. Lower-tier succubi and incubi, however, behave more like generalist omnivores, ignorant of restraint. They indiscriminately gorge on whatever comes their way, which is why many noble succubi disdain them, seeing them as tasteless commoners. Don’t let this make one think noble succubi are more humane; they are only humane compared to lower-level counterparts. The taste of high-ranking succubi is intimidatingly refined, notoriously fastidious, endlessly searching for the perfect being in this imperfect world. Some even have severe OCD, rejecting anything not meeting their standards. At the prince level, succubi or incubi could charm even those of the same sex, and if they wished, there was no 'meal' they couldn't procure. Thus, from the succubus's perspective, being targeted by a prince-level succubus was entirely implausible, not to mention anything beyond—such as the succubus queen? Absolutely inconceivable! Since that possibility was unachievable, only one remained. And so, the succubus started looking at Wenny with an odd blend of curiosity and pity. "Oooh oh oh!… Hissss!" Just then, Wenny barely returned to his senses, shaking his drowsy head and forcing himself to rally. The darn feeling was like stepping from a beguiling paradise directly into a frigid, biting spring, and despite every step being his own choice, anyone wise enough knows leaving a warm comfort zone for an unknown harsh realm is immensely difficult. Ouch! This young master was in pain! I remember now, wasn't there a flying heart thrown by this succubus just now? As Wenny regained his senses and realized the situation, he tightened his grip on his weapon and looked toward his enemy, unexpectedly noticing she hadn't attacked him during his most vulnerable moment. Oh? In these times, even succubi practice chivalric ethics now? Does that make sense? Clearly not; had she really followed chivalry, she wouldn’t resort to such despicable methods. Thus, Wenny remained on high alert, simultaneously noting the unusual, almost pitying look in her gaze. What on earth is going on? Why is she merely observing him, not continuing their bout? And why is she looking at him with such peculiar pity?? Like she feels sorry for him? Wenny furrowed his eyebrows; though clueless about what the succubus was contemplating, he felt somewhat belittled. “How unfortunate, do you have deficiencies?” the succubus lamented, her voice filled with pity. “???” Wenny was full of question marks. “What, what nonsense are you talking about?” “Sigh.” The succubus shook her head, pouting. “Too bad, I thought I finally found a decent meal, but it turns out, you’re...” “Damn it.” Wenny felt he understood somewhat, immediately growing furious, his anger ablaze. “You damn succubus, are you making fun of this young master?” “Indeed, every human seems to have their burdens,” the succubus interpreted Wenny's fiery response as validating her point, feeling she struck a nerve. She shook her head again. "You’re really..." Wenny chuckled with frustration, momentarily lost for words. Although he had no obligation to explain himself to a succubus, his irritation lingered. Darn it, being constantly demeaned by Aesphyra was bad enough. Now some random succubus had the nerve to demean his notoriety as the scoundrel of the capital? So what? Did they think the notorious troublemaker of Camrilla had lost his edge? In a boil of rage, Wenny’s aura surged, slamming his weapon, the "Frost Saber," into the ground, causing icy spikes to erupt. [Frosty Moon Slash] The slumbering incubus, barely catching its breath on the ground, was shattered into icy shards and decimated. “You blasted succubus, this young master will beat you to submission; prepare to meet your demise!” Just as Wenny was ready to confront the succubus, an explosion erupted from the village center, followed by billowing flames and thick smoke. “What in the world?!” Wenny’s ears rang from the massive explosion, temporarily deafening him, causing his actions to stall. The commotion's origin also startled the succubus, who seemed to grasp something, promptly spreading her wings and flying away, seemingly with urgency. Since Wenny couldn’t fly, he couldn’t pursue the succubus, and clearly, now wasn’t the time for such a chase. The church was at the village center; something had happened with Aesphyra. Taking stock of the direction of the elderly and children, Wenny confirmed they were moved to safety, thus leaving the courtyard. However, Wenny didn't immediately make his way to the church in the village center to find Aesphyra. He didn't believe that Aesphyra would be in any danger, and the reason they hadn't acted together was due to a division of labor. With her remarkable skills, Aesphyra naturally tackled the most challenging task, confronting the priests and the mastermind behind the scenes, while Wenny was responsible for rescuing the ordinary villagers. "Hey, mate, do yourself a favor and move on to your next life quickly; the human world is dangerous," Wenny said, using the opportunity to ambush a succubus attacking a villager. Since it was an ambush, he either didn't attack or, when he did, ensured it was a strike to kill. He gave the succubus no chance to react, slashing with a [Frosty Moon Slash] from behind right at its head. After the [Frosty Moon Slash], he followed up with an [Ice Armor] elbow strike, leaving the succubus half-dead before finishing it off. Fortunately, these succubi assumed there was no significant threat in the village and dispersed their forces enough for Wenny to take them down one by one. This time, as with before, he received no virtue points for defeating these succubi—likely because this practical exam was considered an event in itself, with virtue points awarded in bulk based on his overall performance at the end. This included the number of demons he defeated. “Alright, don’t ask who I am, where I come from, or my name. Don’t just stand there; get moving! This village is no longer safe!” Wenny went through his cleaned-up rescue script as he pulled his [Frost Saber] from the chest of an incubus, addressing the dazed villagers. Having repeated these lines in countless emergencies, the words flowed naturally. “But, but my livestock haven’t been saved yet,” one villager weakly protested. “Look, buddy, your life is on the line, and you’re worried about your livestock? Get your priorities straight!” Wenny retorted with impatience. “Alright, it’s a small matter. Hurry up and leave! Don’t delay me from saving others!” “Oh, oh…” Intimidated by Wenny’s imposing manner, the villager lowered his head and quickly scurried off. Alas! For villagers who prized petty gains over their lives, this was the only approach Wenny could take. Once the villagers were mostly rescued, it was time for Wenny to head towards the village center. In reality, there was another reason why the rescue went so smoothly. Wenny noticed that many succubi and incubi, after witnessing the explosion, were heading towards the village center to offer support. He had confidence in Aesphyra's strength but knew supporting her was still necessary, just in case, despite the slim chance of any real trouble. When he sheathed his [Frost Saber] and reached the church, as he expected, everything was as it should be. Wherever Aesphyra was present, it was others who suffered, not her. Aesphyra herself was completely unharmed. "Hey, classmate, it was just a moment of foolishness earlier. Everything I said wasn't from my heart! Please, spare me, have mercy on me! Ah, yes! It’s due to these demons, this vile wretched demon who corrupted me that I became that way. It's all her fault!" "Now I've regained my sanity, please release me. We’re on the same side; I’m one of you!” Wenny heard this pitiful plea as he arrived and saw the priest Fukas, tightly bound by Aesphyra's nature magic, pleading almost to the point of groveling. Listening to this made Wenny frown deeply. Initially, he held a positive impression of the clergy and thought of this priest as a good person. He had not expected him to be such a deceitful scoundrel. When Aesphyra had initially explained the situation to him, Wenny was skeptical. As for the earlier wooden chapel, it had been blasted to bits, its pieces nowhere to be found. To the side, the red-haired succubus seemed somewhat familiar, now appearing battered, clutching her wounds, her wavy hair wildly messy, and looking extremely disheveled. And the mastermind behind all this chaos? Wenny’s gaze fell on her adversary—the silver-haired girl in the Karilimann Academy female student uniform, standing pristine as ever, untainted and elegant, her attire spotless, not a smudge on her black stockings, not a single strand out of place, wearing that eerie yet graceful smile. The battle-torn uniform had somehow remained as fresh as when she first arrived. Wenny had seen firsthand the number of spare school uniforms Aesphyra's family owned. Around her lay several succubi and incubi, fallen like wheat, while those still standing looked upon her with eyes full of dread and terror. It was clear at a glance, though it appeared the succubi surrounded Aesphyra, in reality, it was Aesphyra who had them encircled, chasing them down relentlessly. Wenny clicked his tongue, reminiscing that the last person to be severely beaten by Aesphyra in such a manner had been none other than himself.