20 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Volume 3, Chapter 20 ~ Talent Show? I Can't Do That, Can I? How Could the Villainous Young Master Be the Saintess? Author: Return_of_Han_and_Tang Last Updated: 2025/9/2 20:30:01 Word Count: 4031 Presently, he was no longer the Wenny of the past, or rather, the current Wenny was entirely distinct from what he used to be in the original story, as if they were two completely disparate individuals. Wenny stepped back, the long wind lifting his pale blue hair, ruffling the edges of his lotus-leaf adorned uniform skirt. Typical of a student from Carriliman Academy, right? Alyea's punches were so powerful that even missing, they stung his cheeks. Though, perhaps his face was just too tender, succumbing to the gust. However, if Aesphyra were here, she might jestingly remark, "Wenny's skin is thicker than a castle wall; shouldn't feel any pain, right?" Just the thought of it infuriated Wenny. How could he allow that mischievous white-haired furball, who loved setting traps for him, to be so brazen? He must make her apologize fiercely! With this in mind, Wenny's movements became suddenly vigorous. Let's see, then, the growth and improvements he's made over these months and a semester, as a notorious young rascal of the Capital. Alyea, noticing Wenny evade her attack, was in no hurry. In fact, as long as Wenny backed down, he would inevitably fall into her rhythm. Alyea had already planned her next moves, determined to ensure that the blue-haired country girl had a dramatic exit. After her first attack missed, Alyea continued to pursue Wenny, with a forward thrust of her heel, following up with a knee strike, pursuing right alongside Wenny's movements. This time, her aim was directly at his abdomen. Wenny's pupils contracted, a glaring sense of danger flashing across his face. Her moves really are brutal, aren’t they?? Wenny lifted his leg to block Alyea's knee strike, feeling as though his leg had been struck by a thousand-pound hammer—his knee went numb. Seeing this, a victorious smile lifted the corners of Alyea's lips. She knew she had won. Wenny pulled back his leg, the numbness in his knee making him feel unstable. Despite the force being mutual, Alyea seemed unbothered and continued her relentless assault towards Wenny. Is this woman made of iron?? Wenny was stunned until he noticed her slightly trembling leg, realizing she, too, sustained significant impact yet ignored it completely. An utterly reckless style. Locking eyes with Alyea, Wenny recognized the madness of battle in her gaze—this woman was extraordinary. This time, he might have met his match. Carriliman Academy truly was a place with hidden talents. By rights, there shouldn’t have been anyone with a ranking higher than his among the competitors, yet they all seemed to be stronger than the last. Well, he almost forgot. It was Vannesa who propped him up to the twenty-third position before enrollment. Wenny wanted to keep retreating. After all, the stage was big; avoiding direct confrontation by retreating was always an option. There was ample space and opportunity. However, Alyea had no intention of letting him slip away, having predicted his desire to retreat. She wasn't going to let this blue-haired bunny escape. Just as Wenny was about to step back, he suddenly felt a chill from behind, a wave of extreme cold rushing over. Turning sharply, he discovered an ice wall behind him, cutting off his path. This was [Ice Wall], an ice element magic. Wenny swiftly halted his retreat. Crashing into that ice wall would stick him to it, turning him into a spectacle much like a bug on a spider’s web under the watchful eyes of the audience. Yet standing still wasn’t an option either, as Alyea’s attacks were relentless and fierce, making her laugh maniacally, mouthing taunts like, "Little rabbit, try running again??" So, was this girl a sadist?? Wenny wasn’t resigned to being a sitting duck. His eyes sharpened—a semester’s worth of survival instincts honed on the brink of life and death kicked in, quickly formulating a response tactic. With one hand forming a palm, he pushed backward, launching an ice chain from his palm that hooked onto the top of the ice wall, then retracted it to pull himself over. Facing Alyea directly, he allowed the ice chain to widen their distance. As he scaled the ice wall, he elegantly flipped mid-air like a carp leaping over a dragon gate, his pale blue hair fluttering, scattering ice flakes of a similar hue. "Oh oh?!" "This girl named Wenny is so cool!" "Wow! Big sister, you're so cool, I love it!" "I thought she was just a pretty face; turns out there's more to her?" "What pretty face? Do you even know how to talk?? Ah ah! Wenny, go for it! I was born to witness you, Wenny!" Seeing Wenny smoothly escape her encirclement, Alyea was momentarily stunned, immediately filled with anger, especially after hearing the crowd's praises towards Wenny. Wasn’t this supposed to be her opportunity, only to end up swathing her opponent in glory!? “You disgraceful little rabbit, how dare you steal my spotlight? Hurry up and exit the stage for me!” Alyea dispelled the obstructive ice wall and lunged at Wenny. "It's you who should exit the stage." Wenny spoke in a cold, disguised voice, an ice chain zipped past Alyea. Alyea’s pupils shrank; by competition rules, magic couldn’t be used for direct attacks, only for support, leaving her puzzled over Wenny's intentions. Reality quickly provided the answer. Wenny retracted the ice chain, swiftly closing in on Alyea. Seeing this, Alyea attempted to defend herself, yet Wenny's goal was never to attack her in the first place. Wenny coldly scoffed in mid-air. The foolish sadist young lady had clearly forgotten the competition rules in her desperation for victory. But he hadn’t. Wenny kicked off, ignoring Alyea’s defensive stance, let his body glide past hers, stepped on her shoulder, then flipped through the air to land behind her, flicking the hair by his ear as he descended. This seamless chain of movements, synthesized from Aesphyra and Vannesa's actions. "Oh oh oh! Sister Wenny is so cool!" "She's definitely from a fallen noble family, right? That aura, it's genuine!" “Hahaha, even Alyea, who usually lords over everyone, has times where she’s played like a fool!” "You, you!" Realizing she was a platform for the blue-haired girl to grandstand, and with the audience's commentary, Alyea felt her blood boil. 0 0 0 0 0 She struggled to maintain her composure. Alyea considered herself well-versed in all feasible low-level ice magic, but these peculiar ice chains were something new to her. Even so, she believed her ice elemental magic talent was far superior to that of a supposedly fallen country noble! "How dare you oppose me! Do you know what that entails?!" Alyea snapped, slamming her hands onto the ground, raising three towering ice walls that enclosed Wenny on three sides. These ice walls were unusually high, difficult to scale. "Come on then, let’s decide this with ice elemental magic! Let’s see where you run this time?? You can’t escape, little rabbit!" Alyea taunted. “The one who can't escape is you.” Wenny flicked his hair confidently. “Pathetic, relying only on family protection.” “To think a nobody like you can compete with Miss Alyea??” Wenny raised his chin and gazed haughtily at Alyea. "Argh!!" Alyea kicked off again, rushing forward with imposing momentum, freezing everything around to pin Wenny down. However, Wenny had no intention of running. He launched an ice chain from each hand, anchoring them to the ground on either side behind Alyea, then retracted them, propelling himself towards her. “Troublesome pest, do you really think you can stop me from winning the championship?!” Wenny’s aura was filled with ferocity and undeniable confidence, combined with a sharp tongue and a demeanor that knew no submission, making him resemble the image of a villainous noblewoman from some novels. Seeing Wenny rapidly approaching her with unexpected speed, Alyea's eyes widened. "This is my domain, get off my stage!" As Wenny was pulled over by the ice chains with lightning speed, he delivered a swift kick to Alyea. Her body staggered backward, and with a gallant kick from Wenny, Alyea was sent flying off the stage. However, Wenny had held back on his kick—other than sending Alyea off the stage, she wouldn't be hurt. Well, he couldn’t guarantee how she’d feel mentally. Whether or not he could win in a direct confrontation was uncertain. But as long as he kicked her off the stage, he would win. "Alright, that's enough!" The referee promptly announced the conclusion, as Alyea had already been knocked off the stage. The winner was clear. After kicking Alyea and executing a spin in the air, Wenny landed gracefully, scoring another round of major points. "Wenny!" The audience called out her name, and Wenny, after sending Alyea flying, simply faced the audience and said, "Remember to give me full marks," before leaving. For Wenny, it was of no difficulty, because since stepping onto the stage, he had been performing true to himself, only changing the title from 'Young Master' to 'Miss,' nothing more. 'Virtue +80.' 'Current Virtue: 11324.' Again? Who is secretly observing him? He's been holding back for so long! Returning to the waiting room, the second event had concluded, and Alyea, who had been kicked off the stage, had been retrieved by someone. Now she sat across from Wenny, glaring at him resentfully, her hair disheveled. Wenny couldn’t care less. Glances couldn’t inflict harm, could they? If they could, he would have been shredded long ago. Those glares wouldn’t even break his skin. He simply crossed his arms, cast a brief glance at her, then shifted his gaze away. Hmm, doesn’t seem injured; that’s fine. Next was the final event of the beauty contest. That was the talent show. Yes, the talent show. Ultimately, this was a beauty pageant, not merely a combat challenge. It assessed who was more talented, who was more well-rounded. Those familiar with Wenny knew there was nothing to worry about in this regard because, quite simply, he couldn't. Wenny did not possess any particular talent, which conveniently meant he had nothing to worry about for this final event. What talent could he possibly showcase? From childhood, did he ever have the leisure to learn any talents?? Plus, he honestly couldn't learn such things anyway; he was absolutely clueless and entirely uninterested. Indeed, he regretted not learning more when he had the chance. Now he was in trouble. As other contestants went onto the stage, performing piano, singing, playing lutes, reciting poetry, Wenny sat calmly in the waiting room, appearing steady, but inwardly he was frazzled. The aristocratic ladies truly possessed a multitude of talents, each excelling in different arts. This imposter noblewoman was truly struggling to maintain the facade. Yet something seemed amiss. By any reasonable assumption, his appearance suggested proficiency with musical instruments, yet he couldn’t play any, nor could he sing—quite ironic indeed. So, when it was his turn to perform, what should he do? Imitate the poetry-reciting ladies by crafting an abstract anecdote on the fly, based on past experiences? It was, after all, his only ‘talent.’ No way, right? Even Wenny felt that if he actually did this, it would be far too abstract. It was definitely not feasible. So, what could he do? Failing to perform would leave him with no score for this stage. What was the point of any previous displays if they couldn't be leveraged now? However, time waits for no one. Before Wenny could devise a strategy, the previous contestants had finished, and it was his turn. "Next, please welcome contestant number eighteen, Wenny, to present her talent!" Wenny stood, braced himself, opened the curtain, and stepped out of the waiting room. Facing the numerous eyes and applause from the audience, Wenny realized there was no way he could spontaneously fabricate a talent. Could years of rigorous training by genuine noblewomen be superseded by a moment of inspiration from an imposter noblewoman? Impossible. There was no way he could suddenly channel talent and inspiration to play rock music, right? Therefore, Wenny decided not to perform any talent. Looking at the array of instruments on the stage, Wenny knew these were forever out of his reach. Equally, the audience was filled with curiosity and anticipation, eager to see what talent the spoiled blue-haired girl excelled in. However, when Wenny took the stage, he didn’t speak or act, leaving the audience and judges bewildered. "Musical instruments and such are too common; I, for one, don't follow the mainstream, can't be bothered to perform," Wenny declared, arms crossed, head slightly tilted upward, addressing the audience.