The Villain Saint is my secondary account

Why isn't this over yet?

Ella looked puzzled. "Elder, what kind of attribute is this?"

But for some reason, the elder seemed not to hear Ella's words, and just stared at her blankly.

"...Elder?" Ella felt a little flustered by the gaze. She glanced around and realized that the entire hall had become quiet at some point.

The air was eerily silent, as if frozen in time. The previously noisy crowd fell silent, staring at her blankly and stiffly, as if they had been petrified.

What's going on? What's going on?!

Ella felt inexplicably nervous until she saw a shimmering white feather fall before her eyes.

feather…?

She slowly raised her head, and a huge human figure suddenly came into view from the towering dome.

The figure, whose features were obscured, was bathed in holy light. He was dressed in a pure white silk robe, and most striking of all were the three pairs of snow-white wings on his back, which almost covered the entire ceremonial platform.

Angel…?

Even in her previous life, Ella rarely had the opportunity to witness such a mythical creature that transcended the Saintly rank. She clearly remembered that Aslan, one of the three great human empires of that era, was destroyed by a fallen angel from the abyss.

The Death Angel, who could destroy a nation with a wave of its hand and was only finally suppressed by the combined efforts of the entire human federation, only had four wings on its back.

This angel has six wings, symbolizing the highest rank of the Seraphim, second only to the gods and above all things.

Good heavens! Has the God of Light discovered my true form and personally sent his minions to kill me?

Ella was filled with grievances and had no way to express them; she really didn't want to become an evil god!

A divine figure raised his hands high, auspicious clouds gathered above the sanctuary, and divine radiance instantly illuminated all directions. The miracles depicted in the stained glass windows high in the hall seemed to come to life, and everyone present, whether royalty, nobles, envoys, or powerful ministers, knelt on the ground.

Only Ella refused to kneel; as a transmigrator, she was determined to die with dignity.

But those hands did not unleash the divine punishment she had imagined; instead, they revealed a golden horn.

The majestic and melodious sacred music immediately filled the sky, and all the people of Valond saw the holy light standing high above the Loren Temple, and saw countless mythical creatures dancing and singing within it.

Beneath the angel, several strands of brilliant yet gentle light gradually converged, like a golden quill pen, touching the silver-haired girl's fair hand and outlining a complex circular symbol.

After accomplishing all this, the angel put away his horn and, like a phantom, merged into the light that fell from the dome.

Then, the magnificent melody gradually faded into the distance until the auspicious clouds dispersed and the holy light disappeared.

Ella was left completely bewildered.

“Holy Mark…” The elder finally raised his head tremblingly, his face full of piety and awe.

He bent low and tremblingly took Ella's hand from bottom to top.

"It is my greatest honor in this life to witness the coronation of the Holy Maiden."

Chapter Six Trumpet

The next day, the entire capital was abuzz with the news that the Duchess of Heville's daughter had been personally crowned a saint by a six-winged angel.

Every street corner, tavern, and bustling market was dominated by the headlines of this beautiful silver-haired, red-eyed girl, appearing in magazines, bulletin boards, and newsletters.

But in the Duke's manor, Duke Heville looked at the High Priest of the Holy Temple with a wry smile.

“Your Grace, I have never asked anyone for anything in my life, but this time, I really am begging you.”

"Priest, this... this is something I can't force. These things can't be forced."

"This is the chosen one of the God of Light, a saintess personally crowned by the Seraphim! Your Grace, please think twice!"

"But... as parents, we also have to respect our child's wishes... How about I ask her again for you?"

"Thank you so much, Your Grace, thank you so much!"

Seeing the other person's bitter expression, Duke Hevil had to admit that she had never seen the High Priest of the Holy Temple so humble.

As one of the highest-ranking figures in the theocratic system, he probably wouldn't even flinch when facing the emperor and high priest of the Loren Empire.

Only his own daughter could make the other party so humble.

Alas, even Duke Hevil couldn't understand why his usually unruly and "naughty" daughter had suddenly become a saint.

He couldn't understand why his daughter refused to accept the position of saintess.

This is the first time in the tens of thousands of years of the church's history that someone has refused to be chosen as a saint.

Arriving at Ella's bedroom door, Duke Hevil paused for a moment before gently knocking. "Ella, why don't you reconsider? The High Priest is still waiting for you outside."

"The door wasn't locked, Father, but I really don't want to become a saintess."

Upon seeing Duke Heville enter, Ella leaned back in her chaise lounge, her face filled with helplessness.

What should this saintess do? She is actually an evil god!

She really couldn't understand whether the God of Light had bad eyesight or what. Even evil gods could easily tamper with souls, so how could He, the father of all gods and the lord of light, not see anything?

"How about... you try to communicate with the High Priest and the others again?" Duke Hevil smiled wryly. "They refuse to leave until they see you, but I can't very well send them away."

"Alright... Father, please go ahead. I'll pack up and come over shortly..."

Ella was extremely unwilling, but there was nothing she could do. The high priest of the temple was like a leech; she had refused him once yesterday afternoon, once last night, and yet he came again this morning.

Seriously, even her brother Li Cheng wasn't this diligent when he was licking the goddess's boots.

However, speaking of Li Cheng, it has been three days since the players transmigrated here. I wonder what is going on with her friends now. There is no news about transmigrators in the imperial city. Perhaps the great transmigration has just happened and this special group has not yet been noticed by the various parties in the empire.

Thinking about this, Ella felt a little itchy. She remembered clearly where she could find the generous rewards from the system after her rebirth, and where there were treasures. However, she was stuck with inexplicable things these past few days, one after another, and couldn't get away from them at all.

What am I going to do? If I become a saintess, I'll definitely have even less freedom, and I might expose my identity as an evil god at any moment; if I don't, the old men of the Holy Temple will probably chase me to the ends of the earth... Sigh, if only I had a clone to deal with those guys for me...

Um, wait a minute, I do seem to be able to create clones?

Only then did Ella realize the unique skill the system had given her.

"One breath transforms into three!"

Excitedly, she activated her skill. With a command, a wisp of green smoke shot out from beneath her feet, gradually coalescing into a blurry human figure.

Why is only one appearing...? Well, it doesn't matter, as long as it works. It doesn't have the advantage of splitting into three separate entities, but the clones it creates are quite stable. After all, even the soul is split off, so it can be seen as another version of yourself. There's no need to worry about it being exposed.

As she was thinking this, Ella noticed that the smoke had condensed into a man with messy short black hair, delicate features, slightly narrowed eyes, and wearing a gray-white linen robe, looking exactly like a villager from the beginner village.

Wait, who is this? Why does this look so familiar… wait a minute, this is me!!?

Ella suddenly recalled her identity as "Ye Xiao," which she had almost buried deep in her memory.

The splitting of vision in her mind allowed Ella to see herself sitting in the chair from Ye Xiao's perspective: a petite girl with silver hair and red eyes, wearing a gothic black Lolita aristocratic dress, her legs, encased in pure white stockings, slightly dangling in the air, her firm and smooth curves tempting one to take a bite...

"What are you thinking? What are you thinking!" Ye Xiao, in his male form, slapped his forehead. "That female demon almost disrupted my Dao heart."

Ella's face flushed slightly, and she coughed lightly. She didn't know why she was doing this, even though the two people present were both herself.

However, this is a problem. The clone that appeared was actually the original male himself, so there's no way he can replace her as the saintess.

But on second thought, it seems more appropriate for "Ye Xiao" to go out and travel and adventure as a player. With Ella's distinctive appearance, she would attract attention no matter where she goes, which would inevitably cause a lot of unnecessary trouble.

Besides, when she finds her friends on Earth to form a guild, she can't very well introduce herself as:

Hey guys, you didn't expect this, did you? I've turned into a beautiful silver-haired, red-eyed girl!

Just imagining that scene in her mind made Ella a little nervous, and she couldn't help but rub her forehead.

Alright, let's split up for now. Ye Xiao will go out to do missions and gain experience, while Ella will reluctantly go to the sanctuary to be a saintess for now. Maybe we can look out for each other in the future.

Wait, no, Ye Xiao is the main account, Ella should be the secondary account!

Ella gently patted her cheeks. Indeed, there's no reason for the main body to be an alt!

Since Ella in the previous life was able to remain a saintess until she took control of the sanctuary, I probably wouldn't be so unlucky as to be discovered and captured as soon as I entered.

...

When Ella came downstairs, the sight of the elders of the Holy Temple and the golden-armored knights almost made her think that a holy war was being prepared in her home.

The high priest was still chatting and laughing with the duke when he saw Ella come downstairs. He stood up abruptly and rushed to Ella's side.

"Miss Saint... Oh, Miss Heville, you may not fully understand the qualifications required for the Chosen of Light. You must know that in the twelve thousand years since the Holy Temple was founded, the great God of Light has only bestowed such a grace upon three saints. I know that what happened before may have caused you some misunderstandings about the Holy Temple, but..."

“Ah, High Priest, Elders of the Holy Temple, and Knights,” Ella bowed politely, “After careful consideration, I realize that my previous refusal was indeed somewhat rash. I am willing to study at the Holy Temple.”

“Miss Havil, please don’t refuse just yet… uh, you agree?” The High Priest was taken aback for a moment, then his expression broadened at a visible speed. “Oh, that’s wonderful, that’s wonderful!”

“However… I have a request that I hope the High Priest will grant.” Ella crossed her hands, which were covered in white velvet gloves, in front of her lower body, displaying the demeanor of a lady.

"What are your requirements, Miss Havil?"

“I hope… the Sanctuary will release my butler, Mr. Dean, he… he’s been bewitched.” Ella’s chest heaved slightly, as if she had mustered immense courage to utter these words.

"This..." The high priest was immediately in a dilemma. In any case, holding a ritual to summon an evil god in the capital city under the watchful eye of the Grand Cathedral was an extreme provocation to the Cathedral. On the other hand, the Dark Shepherd believers present at the ritual also sacrificed themselves in the ritual. Dean and Ella were the only two witnesses who survived the ritual.

There is no doubt that the chosen saintess of the God of Light has no connection with the evil god, so Dean can be said to be the only breakthrough in this case.

“This is not in accordance with the regulations… Miss Havil,” the High Priest wiped the sweat from his brow, “I know… you may have special feelings for Dean, but as the prime suspect in orchestrating the summoning ritual of the evil god, we cannot simply release him.”

Seeing Ella's worried expression, the High Priest even carefully chose to use the word "suspect" instead of "cultist" or "criminal."

"Alright, then... then can we not execute him? I know him well, he's not that kind of person. I'll make him truly repent." Ella stepped forward and grasped the high priest's hand, her worry evident.

A sudden change of mind needs to be supported by a sufficient reason so as not to arouse suspicion in the Sanctuary. Ella has always been cautious, and besides, she does indeed owe Dean a favor. If possible, she still wants to try to save the boy.

Looking into Ella's jewel-like, sincere eyes, the High Priest perhaps recalled a sunset from his youth, or perhaps he thought of Dean, who had remained silent since entering the dungeon and was truly troublesome. After a moment of contemplation, he finally spoke:

“Well then, Miss Heville, you will come with me to the sanctuary for the purification ceremony, and Mr. Dean… I will try my best to give you the opportunity to meet him; this is the only thing I can do.”

"That's good, that's good, thank you, High Priest!" Ella quickly expressed her gratitude, the old woman and the young girl enjoying a harmonious moment together.

……

Meanwhile, on the street outside the manor, a young boy took off his servant's clothes and put on the traveler's clothes and cloak he had taken from the Duke's mansion.

Ye Xiao put on heavy swordsman's gauntlets to cover the two high-level space rings that were stuffed full on his hands. The generous gift from the duke's daughter meant that he had never traveled so richly.

He glanced back at the manor hall one last time, and the silver-haired girl behind the carved window railings also looked in his direction at the same time, winking playfully.

Ye Xiao smiled, took the beginner's staff given to him by the system, waved his hand, and walked into the street with his back to the manor.

Chapter Seven: The Purification Ceremony

Before Ella could even settle into the Duke's mansion, she was back at the sanctuary with a group of elders.

She didn't bring much luggage, mainly because the Duke's mansion was located in the center of the capital. Unlike monks from other parts of the country who traveled thousands of miles to worship at the Holy Temple and stayed there for decades, she could even go home after completing her daily duties.

After a month of basic training, she would be directly promoted to the Holy Maiden of Light, no longer needing to regularly go to the church for worship. Just like in a company, only employees have to come to work on time, while the bosses come to the company whenever they feel like it.

However, after the school holidays ended in a month, she still had a degree to study at the Loren National Noble Academy. According to the Duke, even a saintess could not be completely detached from politics. She could follow the Holy Temple's growth path in magic cultivation, but she could not neglect the cultivation of connections for the future of the empire and basic cultural education. After all, even the young monks that the Holy Temple itself focused on cultivating in Loren would be sent to the National Noble Academy for further study.

Looking at it this way, it seems that Ella, as the duke's daughter, is surprisingly quite busy.

She was increasingly glad that she had sent her main account out; otherwise, having transmigrated to another world and still having to stay in her room reading and studying every day would have driven her crazy.

The road to the sanctuary wasn't far, and the golden-armored knights and elders guarding the way made Ella the center of attention.

The already embellished rumors have now become even more exaggerated—"Hey, did you know that the Lord of Light personally sent an eight-winged angel to crown the Duke's daughter as a saint!"

"Huh? There are eight-winged angels in mythology?"

"Bullshit! It was clearly a sixteen-winged angel. I saw it with my own eyes in the ceremonial hall!"

Sixteen wings...that's a centipede, isn't it?

Ye Xiao, who was buying equipment on the side of the street, couldn't help but twitch his lips when he heard what the passersby said.

At that moment, he happened to be haggling with an armor merchant by the roadside. Although the armor collected by Ella was light, beautiful and strong, it was all women's style. Ye Xiao couldn't accept fighting in a skirt for the time being... Although Ella was already wearing skirts all the time, so in a sense, he had also worn skirts.

"Five gold coins, that's the lowest I can offer, sir."

"These two pieces of iron are selling for five gold coins?" Ye Xiao tapped the thin piece of armor on the table. "Seriously, the toilet paper I use to wipe my butt is thicker than this. Dude, don't rip me off just because I'm not from Valond."

The shopkeepers in the capital city love to rip off customers; he learned this the hard way in his previous life. To these unscrupulous merchants, players are nothing more than clueless wanderers, walking money bags capable of pulling out gold coins from seemingly random places.

"What kind of taste do you have? This is rune armor! Do you see the magic patterns on it?" The merchant slapped Ye Xiao's hand away, looking distressed.

"You mean these fluorescent stone paintings are just children's scribbles?" Ye Xiao's mischievous hand reached back, his fingertips infusing magic as he lightly rubbed, leaving a faint shadow on the blue patterns on the armor. "Magic patterns that fade, is this some new technology developed by you market vendors in Valond?"

"Fine, you win. How much are you willing to offer?"

"Two silver coins, or I'll report you to the city government."