The Villain Saint is my secondary account

A weak, angry shout echoed through the darkness.

"Your Majesty, I apologize. I got a little carried away and couldn't stop for a moment." Ye Xiao stopped twirling his fingers. "Your loyal subjects of Loren have come to pay homage to the great Emperor."

"Sigh... If you truly regarded me as an emperor, you wouldn't have bothered a dead man like me. Speak, why did you come all the way to this desolate prison to find me...?"

"I hope Your Majesty can grant me a dream."

"That's it?"

"That's all."

"Who told you I could do such a thing?"

"Princess Lilia asked me to give you her regards."

"Heh, she even knows that."

"His Highness's wisdom is unmatched."

"But why should I help you?" The aged voice grew weaker.

"I thought that when you buried your fingers in the wall before you passed away, it was to wait for this moment," Ye Xiao said with a smile. "Or perhaps, you actually identified more with the empire under Prince Ken's rule?"

"presumptuous!"

"Now only I can be so disrespectful to you." Ye Xiao persisted. "I thought your ambitions were greater than this, making deals with the ancient gods, gambling with the Holy Temple... Is being betrayed by your adopted son something you can willingly accept?"

"No need to provoke a dead man anymore, young man. You're right, I have no other choice but to believe you... Who do you want me to appear in your dream to?"

"Ella Hayville".

"The Holy Maiden of Light?"

"Your Majesty is wise."

"Stop with your shoddy flattery... Hmm... I can't send a dream to someone who's already dead."

"Not to Ella Hayville now, I want to send her a dream to her before she died."

"Ha, how could it possibly appear in a dream to someone who died before... wait... your blood, you're a miracle worker?"

Ye Xiao smiled without saying a word.

"Heh heh... Hahahaha..." An old and weak laugh echoed in the darkness, "...Heaven has not forsaken me, Loren!"

“But… I understand that the blood of a miracle worker can be used to create a substance that transcends time, but… how can you establish a soul connection with the Holy Maiden of Light? I cannot help you connect a soul without a medium.”

"Oh, Your Majesty need not trouble yourself with that. There is no need to establish contact."

"Hmm?...Why?"

"Because she is my trumpet."

……

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The night I returned after feeding Dean from the prison tower.

Ella had a very long dream.

When she woke up in her bedroom, she couldn't help but feel puzzled.

...That's strange, do evil gods also have nightmares?

The silver-haired girl was a little dazed. She touched her forehead and brushed away the messy strands of hair, her eyes slightly opening in a daze.

The room was dark, with the curtains drawn, but a faint ray of morning light shone through the gaps onto the floor.

The occasional chirping of birds drifted in from outside the window; everything was so peaceful and serene.

It seemed there was still plenty of time, and the fact that Mino and Nia weren't by the bedside indicated that preparations for the morning prayers hadn't even begun.

She recalled the strange dream she had just had, like the poor signal on an old television, with a torn vision and snowy scenes, in which Ye Xiao, with a bruised and swollen face, was saying something.

Haha, seeing my miserable state is inexplicably funny.

Ella chuckled softly.

But the problem is that Ye Xiao is also himself, currently digging up the miracle sorcerer's grave in the Howling Mountains. Although there are two bodies, they are both the same soul. What exactly is going on with the other "Ye Xiao" in the dream whom he can't empathize with?

Ella didn't suspect that this was a dream entry fabricated by someone else or some strange, supernatural force, because she remembered what the other person said quite clearly:

"On Judgment Day...we killed Ken Bettis!..."

Ella figured that no one else could have spoken in such a straightforward and riddle-free way.

Although Ella considered herself to be quite refined in her dealings with others, she was never polite in her own mind. It wouldn't be very reasonable for her to greet herself with "Dear Saintess" when facing the mirror.

However, this dream might just be a subconscious reaction to some of her troubles that she's been thinking about day and night. She can only put her doubts aside for now, as Ella has too many things to think about right now.

Despite saying she was thinking, the lazy saintess simply curled back into bed and closed her eyes again.

Chapter Thirty-Five: The Hidden Royal Family

Ella received a reply early this morning regarding the coat of arms she had sent to the royal family.

Next to the breakfast that Mino, dressed in a black and white nun's habit, brought in, there was an extra letter with a lion postmark.

"My dear Holy Maiden"

"Thank you for your generosity and mercy. My servant will be waiting at the outer wall of the church before sunset."

"If you have any concerns, you may travel with your guards, but please do not bring too many companions."

"Please forgive my tedious request. Regardless of the outcome of the treatment, I offer my highest respect to the Holy Maiden."

"May the great God of Light protect you, Your Grace."

Still nitpicking and talking nonsense, Ella raised an eyebrow and put the letter away.

Meanwhile, Nia carefully scooped up a spoonful of milk with a silver spoon and tremblingly fed it into Ella's slightly open mouth.

"Lady Ella, will it burn?"

"It's alright... well, actually I can do it myself."

“No, Lady Ella, this is my job,” Nia said seriously.

……

The short day was unusually free of trouble.

The sun sets atop the Gothic spire of the cathedral, and the sun relief, a symbol of light, overlooks the imperial city as always.

After the afternoon meditation session ended, Ella could still only emit a pitiful amount of holy light.

This gave her a headache, but there was nothing she could do.

"Lady Heville, the next batch of contribution missions will be arranged tomorrow. Can we team up?" Chloe, with her red braids, approached Ella, her voice a mix of excitement and nervousness.

"Contribution missions?" Ella was aware of this, but she didn't expect that members of the Sanctuary would also have to do it. In her previous life, she had always thought that it was a way for the Sanctuary to exploit players' labor.

Seeing the slight confusion in Ella's beautiful eyes, Chloe explained, "After completing their initial training, clergy will be assigned team-based contribution tasks periodically to accumulate contribution points. Before being assigned to a specific sanctuary or church office, this is basically our main job."

“But Miss Chloe, I’m still not very proficient with Holy Light spells…” Ella brushed a strand of hair behind her ear sheepishly. She was probably the only chosen one of the God of Light in history who didn’t understand Holy Light spells.

“Um… it’s alright, Lady Heville.” Chloe took Ella’s arm. “These missions don’t necessarily require the use of holy light magic. As long as you can complete them, that’s fine.”

"Is that so... then I should give it a try," Ella said uncertainly.

"So that means you agree to team up? That's awesome, Lady Hyville, I love you to death." Chloe hugged Ella, who was half a head shorter than her.

"Eh eh eh..." The petite silver-haired girl blushed instantly.

……

After parting ways with Chloe, Ella told Mino and Nia, who were waiting for her outside the hall, that she would be going out at sunset and declined their request to seek the protection of the Templar Knights.

She thought about it for a moment. Going alone to seek treatment from an unknown royal family might require the use of evil god magic, or it might not. But in any case, under the watchful eyes of the Templar Knights, she would definitely not be able to do anything.

As for safety, this is the capital city, and we're probably going to the palace soon, so security shouldn't be a big problem.

Besides, Ella herself is quite strong in combat, so there's no need to be overly afraid.

When Ella arrived at the brown-red inner city gate, there was indeed a carriage with understated decorations but rather luxurious materials waiting there.

A girl in a burgundy maid dress standing next to the dark-black carriage immediately came to greet Ella, who was wearing a pure white cloak.

"Your Holiness, thank you for your mercy. This way, please."

Holding the maid's hand, I stepped into the carriage. Inside the compartment were two rows of azure velvet seats, soft and comfortable to sit on, and the walls of the carriage were made of the finest red oak.

However, it's a bit strange that most members of the royal family have a kind of pretentious but actually flamboyant style. For example, the second prince's classic robe with black diamond-encrusted buttons is both understated and luxurious.

Normally, if it's not on the outside of the carriage, they would find a place inside to hang their proud lion head family crest, just like a toilet sign in a shopping mall—they always have to find a place to put it up.

But Ella's gaze swept across the area, and she didn't see that familiar symbol.

"Your Holiness, please wait a moment."

As the maid finished speaking, the carriage slowly traveled along the black stone road, passing the musical fountain sculpture at the intersection, and entered the street lined with brown and white Romanian-style houses.

The carriage was traveling in a direction that did not seem to be heading towards the palace.

Ella watched the street scene flash by outside the window without making a sound, but she was puzzled.

"Your Majesty, what would you like to drink?" came the soft voice of the little maid.

"Black tea will do." Actually, Ella was missing cola a little.

"Can calendula be used in lemonade?"

"Could you add some Morning Star Ridge irises?"

"No problem, Your Majesty." The little maid skillfully used a small spoon to scoop a few flower petals from a small bag and sprinkled them into the teapot that was being slowly heated by the runestone.

A fragrant aroma filled the carriage. Ella took the teacup handed to her by the maid and took a small sip.

Although the irises of Morningstar Ridge are often bathed in the glory of the Holy City, they have a unique bitter taste. In her previous life, after being alone, Ella actually quite liked this taste.

However, she didn't have much money to buy this kind of tea at that time, and at most she would occasionally find a small bag on the body of the priests she had killed.

The carriage continued its journey and eventually came to a slow stop at a manor in the eastern district.

The manor was large, but the eastern part of the imperial city was not as prosperous as the western part. The manor's Western-style building did not display the royal crest. The trees and flowerbeds in the courtyard were well-maintained, but there were few servants, making it somewhat deserted.

If it weren't for the fact that forging the lion postmark on the envelope was punishable by death, Ella would have thought she had wandered into the impoverished hometown of some fallen nobleman.

Logically speaking, even the manors of the royal family's collateral branches should have guests visiting and servants strolling around in the courtyard.

"This way, Your Grace." A white-bearded butler walked out of the courtyard. Although he looked old, his steady steps and long breaths made Ella keenly notice something.

Sword master?

In the realm of mages, Ella was still an apprentice, but in the realm of swordsmen, Ella had a keen eye and could see the butler's level at a glance.

Following the other person's steady yet light steps into the mansion, I pushed open the door and a slightly chilly breeze gently brushed against my face in the dimly lit room.

"I hope Your Excellency will not mind, my master's illness makes her unable to tolerate too much sunlight."

"It's alright, the great God of Light will not abandon his people who fear the light." Ella was already starting to show some of the qualities of a charlatan.

Ascending the stairs in the center of the lobby to a room on the second floor, the old butler gently knocked on the door:

"Master, the Holy Maiden has arrived."

Chapter Thirty-Six: Flames at the Fingertips

The door slowly opened, and a faint scent of violets filled the dimly lit room.

Perhaps in anticipation of Ella's arrival, the dark blue curtains in the room were drawn open slightly, and sunlight streamed through the gap, casting a long, thin patch of light on the red and blue wool carpet.

A young girl sits in a wheelchair, leaning against the windowsill, her long, thick, jet-black hair cascading down to her waist like a flowing night sky.

A Klein blue Lolita hat adorned with sheer fabric partially obscured her forehead, but bandages could still be seen wrapped around half of the girl's face. The other half of her fair and flawless face was flushed with a hint of rosy blush, as smooth and gentle as jade, and her thin and slightly haggard eyes shimmered with amethyst-like pupils.

Black hair and purple eyes?

Ella's gaze met the girl's, but a slight doubt lingered in her heart.

Most members with royal blood are typically blonde with blue eyes; this was the first time she had ever seen someone with black hair.