The Villain Saint is my secondary account

Putting aside those evil god spells, Ella's current level of ordinary magic is only at the apprentice level. It's normal that she wouldn't be able to detect anything if it were a high priest's transcendental spell.

Although she felt that if the high priest truly regarded her as an evil god, he wouldn't have placed any spells on this small emblem to avoid alerting her, since the high priest didn't know her true strength and it would be embarrassing if the spell was broken directly.

Ugh, what a hassle. Even getting something from the high priest requires endless deliberation.

Ella fiddled with the emblem in her hand, feeling a little tired.

Professor Perth, already accustomed to the inattentive saints below, scribbled furiously on the blackboard. He now felt that as long as there were clergy members listening attentively to his lessons, he had to maintain his high level of enthusiasm in fulfilling his duties as a teacher.

The afternoon's practice time passed in boredom. Ai stretched and glanced at the new Holy Light spell that Professor Bos had just explained on the blackboard. After recording it into the evil god skill tree, she was about to leave the classroom when she suddenly saw a petite figure in a black and white nun's habit looking around at the door.

"Nia?" Ella called out softly when she saw the person who had arrived, which also attracted the attention of the clergy surrounding Ella.

"Lady Ella." Nia seemed a little nervous with so many people staring at her. "The post office said you have some mail there. Do you need us to deliver it to your bedroom?"

“Just send it over directly,” Ella said, somewhat puzzled. There shouldn’t be any need to notify them specifically.

“But…but there are a lot of them,” Nia said timidly.

There are quite a lot... How many can there be?

When Ella followed Nia to the post office, she realized just how many letters there were when the post office volunteer shoved a large box of letters in front of her.

What are these things now?

Ella picked up a letter and opened it.

"My dear Holy Maiden"

"Since that day we parted, your image has lingered in my mind."

"Your holiness and beauty are so..."

Ella's gaze immediately jumped to the signature.

"Your loyal one, Andrei Devin"

I knew it. Ella silently stuffed the letter back into the box, opened another one, and glanced straight at the end of the page.

“Your loyalty, Andrei…”

After opening several letters signed "Andre Devon," the Saintess finally couldn't hold back any longer. Just as she was thinking about where the nearest incinerator was, Nia suddenly said, "Lady Ella, here is a letter with the Duke's postmark."

The Duke's Mansion?

Ella opened the letter and found that it really was sent from her own home.

"My dearest daughter"

"It has been four days since you left home and you haven't written back. Your mother is a little worried about you."

"Are you getting used to the food at the sanctuary? Have they been mistreating you? Are you sleeping well? I noticed you didn't bring the blanket you always use at home, so I had a maid bring it to you."

“Your father has been very busy lately, so I went back to the territory with him. You are all alone in the capital, so please take good care of yourself.”

"He didn't have time to write a long letter, so he asked me to tell you to study hard with the elders of the church."

“Ever since the Second Prince visited our home, you’ve been locking yourself in your room, and I’ve been very worried about you. But the High Priest said that your studies at the sanctuary are going well, and you’ve made some friends. I’m very happy and proud of you…”

Ella rolled up the long letter from home, sighed softly, and put it in her pocket.

These words reminded her of that wretched second prince.

As the other party said, she, Ella, is the Holy Maiden of Light, and she can be high above and detached from the world, but her family is not.

If it were just a threat from an ordinary assassin, or even a member of a secret cult or an enemy spy, Ella could easily turn to the Sanctuary for help. The Sanctuary would immediately send two Grandmaster-level elders to protect her family around the clock.

But the second prince is a politician.

Politicians' tricks are to distort the truth and manipulate facts. Their methods of killing are to seize economic resources, suppress power, and even frame others.

It won't involve human lives so quickly or directly, but the status of the Heville family may be suppressed, tens of thousands of refugees may be generated in the duchy, and the power of the ducal mansion may be gradually weakened.

The Holy Temple is ultimately a religious force, even a colossal and sacred one. It may offer protection of human rights, but unless it wants to be attacked by all the human empires on the continent, it has no reason to interfere in the internal affairs of a sovereign empire.

Not only can she not intervene, but Ella will also be constrained by her status as a member of the Sanctuary.

Even if she herself knew that she was protecting the Duke's mansion against that cunning old man, the other high-ranking officials of the Loren Empire saw it as the Holy Church, a theocratic force, wanting to directly and openly interfere in the election for the throne.

This is intolerable for a great empire. If the Holy Church dares to openly interfere with the candidates for the throne today, the entire empire might become the Holy Church's territory the day after tomorrow.

At that time, the entire Loren Empire will become an enemy.

However, even so, Ella knew that Duke Heville was no pushover.

He is capable of becoming a powerful lord in one part of the empire. Given his current status as a potential royal candidate who has not yet ascended to the throne, it's hard to say what the outcome would be if they were to clash.

After some thought, Ella realized that given her current position, it would be futile to consider this further. However, she might still write a letter to remind her adoptive father to be careful of the Second Prince, since the Heville family was currently outwardly supporting him.

To be honest, to some extent, the Havil couple didn't actually love Ella as she is now, and she didn't know what she was worrying about, but in the end, she still couldn't completely ignore it.

Then, Ella rummaged through the box again, and after pushing aside a pile of letters with the Devon family postmark, she found a different letter.

This time, the postmark on the letter was a three-dimensional and distinctive lion's head with its head held high.

She ran her fingertips over the postmark, a hint of doubt in her eyes.

This is... a letter from the royal family?

Chapter Thirty-Two: Visit

This letter isn't from that guy again, is it...?

Ella had a bad feeling. She opened the letter, only to find that the contents were not quite what she had imagined.

"Your Majesty the Holy Maiden"

"I have suffered from a strange illness since childhood, which has caused me to become paralyzed. I have sought medical treatment everywhere without success."

"Having heard of the Holy Maiden of Light's name and her profound mastery of holy light magic, I hereby seek her assistance."

"If Your Excellency is willing to lend a helping hand, simply send the accompanying emblem back to the royal family. I will be extremely grateful and will certainly repay you with a generous gift."

"If you have no such intention, you can simply ignore this letter. I am still grateful to the Holy Maiden for taking the time to read it."

"May the great God of Light protect the Holy Maiden."

The letter was unsigned, and a round lion's head emblem was tucked inside the envelope.

Ella hesitated, wondering if she should just burn the letter too.

She doesn't know any holy light spells at all. The little bit of holy light she managed to produce during the practical class almost made the priestess next to her burst out laughing.

But this is a letter from the royal family... If I don't reply, what if it's another petty person like the Second Prince, who appears humble and polite on the surface but is actually vindictive? Ella doesn't want another person in the royal family who wants to annoy her.

But the headache is that she still can't reply. This guy who sent the letter seems polite and refined, but he's actually quite stubborn. He just wants to know if you, the Holy Maiden, are willing to heal him. He doesn't want to hear any other pleasantries.

Therefore, only a emblem can be used to indicate whether someone will come or not.

Is it true that everyone in the royal family is this troublesome?

Ella was exasperated. After much deliberation, she finally borrowed a quill from the post office to write a letter, then put the emblem in an envelope and asked a volunteer to mail it out.

"I will deliver it to you, Your Excellency." The volunteer respectfully accepted the letter, gently stroked the envelope a few times, and then reluctantly sealed it in the mailbox next to him.

Ella glanced at the remaining letters; most were harassing emails in the style of Devon, so she stuffed them back into the box, intending to take them out and throw them away.

"Oh dear, Your Majesty, I can handle this!" Nia, who was standing nearby, saw Ella pick up the large box and quickly came over to take it from her.

Are you kidding me? How could she let the Holy Maiden move things?!

"No need, I can do it myself..." Before Ella could finish speaking, the little nun slipped and fell right onto Ella.

The envelopes fluttered down like snowflakes, covering the two of them.

"Hiss—" Ella rubbed her buttocks. Luckily, the system's skill attribute upgrades were shared, and Ye Xiao's physical enhancements would also enhance hers. Otherwise, if it were the old Ella, this little girl would have made her bottom bruised from that pounce.

“Ugh…” Nia lifted her head from Ella’s chest, her baby face flushed red, her eyes moist like crystal.

"Holy...Holy Maiden, I didn't mean to..." Nia's pink nose began to twitch, and her watery eyes were about to well up with tears.

"Don't cry, don't cry, it's okay." Ella reacted quickly and hugged the little one, comforting her gently, barely managing to prevent the little nun from crying in public.

I'm numb. Who's taking care of whom here...?

Ella stroked the girl's head to comfort her while picking up the letters scattered nearby.

Fortunately, most of the clergy passing by were quite enthusiastic. They quickly came over when they saw the small accident and helped Ella pack all the letters back into the box with the volunteers.

However, this made Ella a little embarrassed. With so many people watching her, it wasn't appropriate to find a nearby trash can to throw away the letters. It would be impolite to dump someone else's letters into the trash can without opening them.

The saintess still needs to pay attention to her image.

Of course, what she didn't know was that even if she hadn't fallen, most of the people were still glancing in her direction, since everyone likes to take a second look at a beautiful girl.

After all that fuss, Ella had no choice but to have Nia move the box back to the bedroom first, and then find a place to dispose of it later.

"Oh right, there's also a blanket, which should also be sent to me." Ella took a couple of steps and suddenly remembered, then turned back to ask the volunteer.

"Oh, there is a blanket. Let me see, here it is, Your Majesty."

Ella took the blanket and nodded her thanks.

After leaving the post office, Ella gave Nia some instructions, then went to the restaurant to get a simple bento box before heading towards the prison tower.

She wasn't going to have dinner with Dean, of course. But she thought that since she had already secured a reprieve for Dean and given him a will to live, she should still take precautions just in case and also treat his terrible injuries.

After all, what if this kid thinks it over and then reports me to the temple? Wouldn't that be shooting myself in the foot?

Even at dusk, the prison tower still looks menacing, with the setting sun casting its glow on the little devil statue, creating a faintly lifelike effect in the interplay of light and shadow.

The Templar Knight guarding the gate briefly examined the emblem Ella handed over before opening the door behind him.

"Please come in, Your Holiness."

Ella descended the long, empty staircase to the dungeon, and smiled slightly upon seeing the familiar older brother in the cell.

Dean was still chained and sitting on the clean ground, but his eyes now held a suppressed anger, unlike the lifeless look he had given her before.

Ella handed the emblem to the Templar Knight who was traveling with her, still somewhat uneasy about it. "Could you two please keep this safe for me?"

The honest Templar Knight nodded, unlocked the door for the Holy Maiden, and then stood guard at the cell door with his emblem.

The cell was spacious and large. The Templar Knight at the door could see the silver-haired girl's back as she moved, but he couldn't hear what Ella and Dean were whispering to each other.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Perhaps it was because he was invigorated, but Dean's voice had gained some strength.

"I'm just worried about your health, so I'm feeding you." Ella knelt on the ground, smiling, her fair cheeks flushed, and her half-closed eyes held an inexplicable eeriness in Dean's eyes.

"You would be so kind...?" Dean swallowed hard, a strong sense of foreboding creeping over him.

“Of course, how could a master let his dog go hungry?” Ai Weiwei’s two calves were exposed under the spread-out skirt. She took off her white gloves and put them aside, then gently untied the small cloth bag containing food.

It was a freshly baked sandwich, drizzled with fragrant butter. As the steam rose, the aroma unabashedly wafted into Dean's nostrils.

This was something Dean, who had been imprisoned for several days and only ate paste and water, could not withstand.

The aroma soothed every cell in his body, and he stared intently at the bread.

"Ah, open your mouth~"

A gentle voice rang out, and Dean involuntarily opened his mouth.

However, just as he was about to take a bite of the bread, he was startled to discover that something seemed to be moving inside the filling.

"What is this..." His eyes widened, but Ella quickly stuffed the bread into his mouth.

The bread was indeed very fragrant, but there was something cold and slippery inside that even stretched my throat.

Dean's eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, and his legs trembled uncontrollably, but Ella's fair hand forcefully covered his mouth.

"Ugh!!! Ugh!!!"

Ella used her other arm to hold the struggling, pitiful Dean tightly, preventing his exaggerated trembling from alerting anyone that something was wrong. Her face showed a worried expression. "Dean? Dean? Are you alright? Did you choke?"

The Templar Knight outside the door glanced into the cell, then looked at his other companion, and sighed, "How wonderful, even in prison, the Holy Maiden personally takes care of us."

"What, you want to go to jail too?" His companion glanced at him.

“I also want to be hugged like that by the Holy Maiden,” the Templar Knight replied. “Tsk tsk, if I were touched by those little hands, I would never wash my face again in my life.”

"How did you become a Templar Knight..." His companion looked exasperated.

"What, is there a conflict between believing in the great god of light and liking cute girls?"