The Villain Saint is my secondary account

But Ella could only understand what she said; she still couldn't figure out anything else.

“Your Majesty is wise.” Lilia closed the book. “But in the records of history, there is no trace of the Dream God in this matter. In fact, unlike other gods who would love to write about their deeds, if the influence of the Dream God’s power were recorded in official history, it would be a great disgrace for the followers of the Dream God.”

"Therefore, my analysis of this story tends to be that a follower of the god of dreams participated in directing this grand drama of the king killing his son and then committing suicide. Out of the pursuit of the trick, he concealed all the details so that the official history only saw the surface of this bizarre palace story, because a trick must be unknown to be considered a trick. Subsequently, he wrote a cryptic and absurd yet true script about this event and circulated it outside, eventually being included in some storybooks."

"When someone puts this history and this story together and understands their true meaning, then for this believer in the dream god, the drama he has carefully woven will be truly complete."

With this explanation, Ella felt like she understood a little. Simply put, these guys wanted to do bad things without getting caught, and they also wanted to find someone to brag to: "So, in the absurd story, the dog wasn't actually a follower of the dream god."

“Praise be to the wisdom of the divine being.” Lilia smiled. “Indeed, there are no followers of the Dream God in historical records, and the dog in the absurd story is not a follower of the Dream God either, but this is a ‘drama’ written by a follower of the Dream God, and he certainly wouldn’t remove his role from the ‘drama’.”

"Therefore, it is not hard to see that the talking raven, the crystallization of the dream, was given to the nobleman by him. It is his actions that truly guided the occurrence of the whole story."

"Hmm." Ella replied calmly, giving off an "I expected" vibe.

“However, the level of the dream god’s followers in this story is indeed a bit low; they’re just making a fool of themselves for the great god.” Lilia waved her finger, and the book, wrapped in blue magic, flew back to the bookshelf. “I believe that such a trick is just child’s play in front of the great you.”

Huh? Don't talk nonsense, I didn't say that.

Ella was on pins and needles; she didn't want to set herself up with the terrifying flag of being haunted by the Dream God's followers.

What kind of nonsense is this? How can there be such disgusting gods and believers in this world?

“However, this makes the records about the crystallization of dreams very likely to be true, because they probably come from the descriptions of true believers in the dream god,” Lilia continued. “I actually only analyzed this boring little story to check the properties of this thing.”

Listen to that arrogant tone. To be honest, if Ella hadn't been able to see Lilia Betis's name in her follower panel, she would have suspected that the black-haired girl in front of her was a high-ranking follower of the God of Dreams. No, high-ranking follower is probably not enough; she's at least a chosen one.

Wait a minute... there's no rule saying a person can't worship two gods...

Looking at Lilia's innocent face, Ella suddenly felt a little uneasy.

She wouldn't be planning some kind of dream drama on me, would she? I don't want that.

“Getting back to the point, Your Majesty.” Seeing Ella resting her hands on the table as if deep in thought, Lilia tentatively reached out and touched her again. “Since you healed my bloodline from the burning of the Holy Flame in the same way before, I suspect that this crystallized dream was probably expelled by your divine power as a foreign object that did not belong to the attacker when you were healing his soul.”

"On the other hand, just as it is inevitable to bring along the surrounding flesh and blood when a boil is removed, the rejected dream crystals will inevitably carry some of the original owner's own dream memories."

Lilia was secretly pleased to find that Ella did not seem to be rejecting her this time. "Therefore, what you saw before was probably a mixture of the dream implanted by the Dream God's followers and the attacker's dream, which is why it appeared rather chaotic and disordered."

"As for the attacker's other memories, they were directly removed from the soul level. Healing spells can restore the injuries to his soul but cannot make up for the lost memories. It's like burnt skin can grow back, but the painting originally drawn on the skin with an oil pen can't grow back—because my research on soul spells is still insufficient. This is something I didn't expect. I'm very sorry, Your Majesty."

"It's okay," Ella reassured her, thinking to herself, "As long as you don't use me in your scripts, it'll be fine."

"My Lord God, you are the best." Lilia's cheeks were flushed, and she was very happy.

Chapter Fifteen Anstan Avenue

“So, the reason the puppeteers actually attacked you was because they were guided by the followers of the Dream God.” Ella looked into Lilia’s beautiful eyes as she pondered, “They don’t come from the same faction—and the upstream clues of the puppeteers’ faction are hidden in that dream.”

“Yes, it’s a pity that the memories about the origin of the dreams have been removed, and only some false memories have been used to fill them. Even if you ask, it’s difficult to get more useful information.” The black-haired girl tilted her head slightly, her eyes unfocused. “His soul, like the bodies of those flesh puppets, has been wantonly modified. Even if he is treated, only the missing parts will grow back—this makes him realize which memories do not belong to him; but he cannot find the lost parts—he does not remember what they should have been, and only some fragmented images remain in his mind.”

Is it possible that the images in dreams also come from false memories?

"What the deity said is also possible. After all, although that related memory is not in his possession, it cannot be guaranteed that it is his most original memory. However, without information indicating that the other party has any inclination to do so, such an assumption may be redundant."

Ella roughly understood Lilia's meaning: "Entities should not be multiplied unnecessarily."

“Eh…it’s the teachings of a god!” Lilia’s eyes lit up. “I’m going to write this down.”

“Uh, I didn’t say that,” Ella chuckled awkwardly. “I just quoted it.”

"The deity is not only humble, but also extremely knowledgeable!"

After exchanging pleasantries with the cute but clingy little princess, Ella left the mansion.

Knowing that a treacherous force called the Dream God has now joined the royal power struggle is somewhat of a headache.

However, it's always better to know in advance than to be kept in the dark, so this information is still very important.

At this point, there were less than two days left until the Pilgrimage Day.

Looking at the beautiful and magnificent street scene outside the carriage, Ella began to have a vague sense of foreboding.

Beneath the seemingly dignified imperial city, how many undercurrents are surging?

……

Meanwhile, following Artorina's directions, Ye Xiao arrived at Anstan Avenue, located in the South City Market District.

It was dusk, and the red sun was setting in the west.

Layers of sunset glow intermittently spread across the dark sky, like golden cotton wool dipped in pink and purple watercolor, gradually melting into the vast night.

The elegant silhouettes of white doves glide across the spires of towering buildings, while night watchmen, holding long poles, illuminate streetlights along the ancient and bustling streets, like the curtain of a theater being drawn back to reveal the orange-yellow veil amidst the crowds, thus beginning the prelude to the Valond night market.

The circus lit up the square with fireworks, and the dazzling dances drew thunderous applause. Street vendors along the way called out to welcome customers, and returning adventurers strolled around in small groups with wine glasses in hand. Many players in outlandish costumes joined in, all enjoying this moment of revelry.

Ye Xiao, dressed in a rather plain linen top and a belted coat, leaned against a street lamp, looking at the scantily clad dancers outside the shop across the street, illuminated by red paper oil lamps, and the three conspicuous characters "Paradise Hall" on the sign. Slightly embarrassed, he asked Freya, who was wearing a black wool hooded cloak beside him, "...Are you sure you want to come along?"

"Mmm." Freya tightened her high collar to hide her slightly flushed face.

Ye Xiao was somewhat surprised, not expecting this guy to be so open-minded: "Alright then."

He hadn't expected Anstan Avenue to be such a place, but since Freya didn't mind, it would seem a bit inconsiderate for him to care.

However, he's probably the only one in this world to bring a former saintess to the red-light district.

However, Ye Xiao only assumed that Freya was well prepared, without considering that Freya, who cultivated in the sanctuary every day, might have no idea where they were going next.

The two walked through the bustling street, and as soon as they reached the gate, a strong scent of rouge wafted towards them.

A heavily made-up dancer immediately stepped forward and took Ye Xiao's arm enthusiastically, "Guest, please come in!"

Although Ye Xiao was dressed simply and looked like she wouldn't earn many gold coins, their professionalism still demonstrated a good service attitude.

Having weathered many storms, Ye Xiao calmly shifted his gaze from the other person's chest and gave a faint reply.

Of course, some dancers went up to embrace Freya, who was wearing a thick cloak, but were coldly pushed away.

The girl who was pushed away couldn't help but cross her arms and complain to her colleague next to her, "What's wrong with that guy? He's dressed so conservatively and acts all high and mighty... If he's really that pure and innocent, why is he here?"

“Occasionally, there are those strange customers.” My colleague, a cute little girl with a round face, covered her mouth and chuckled. “They’re dressed so warmly usually because they’re carrying a lot of props.”

Upon entering the spacious hall, the pinkish lighting casts a sensual hue over everything.

The enchanting aroma wafts through the air, like a seductive jade hand teasing the senses of those who come near.

Separated by sheer curtains, rows of leather sofas were slumped over, with figures embracing each other.

Swirling mist drifted out from behind the light veil, accompanied by occasional subtle sounds.

What... what exactly is going on here?

Freya was somewhat puzzled. Although the faint sounds around her made her feel inexplicably embarrassed, her lack of common sense about this unique topic, stemming from her life in the ivory tower, left her in a state of confusion.

At the call of the young woman leading the way, a slightly older woman wrapped in a mink coat, a water pipe between her fingers, walked gracefully forward. "Hello, sir. You look a little unfamiliar. Do you have any particular type of woman you prefer?"

"Whatever, I have a wide range of interests."

“No problem, and this one?” the woman continued, her head slightly lowered, trying to catch a glimpse of Freya’s face beneath her hood.

"Ahem," Ye Xiao looked at Freya beside him, "We're together."

“Oh my, judging from the guest’s appearance, I thought he was a young man,” the woman said, playing with her hookah and giving a knowing smile. “I didn’t expect him to be so interesting.”

"Of course. Also... do you have any private rooms? My friend isn't used to the lobby."

"Yes, there is, but... it's a bit more expensive than the lobby." The woman stroked her chin, her brows furrowing slightly as she noticed Freya turning her head away, trying to avoid her gaze.

Ye Xiao noticed the woman's expression, stepped forward and stuffed a silver coin into her hand, saying with an awkward smile, "No problem, money is not a problem. Please forgive me, my friend is not being impolite, but has some private ailments that are inconvenient to talk about."

"Oh, it seems the guest is more generous than I expected." The woman's face immediately lit up with a smile, and she nodded with a hint of understanding. Then, she used the tip of her pipe to lift the light curtain behind her. "So, take a look at this gentleman, are you satisfied?"

Chapter Sixteen: The Succubus

Behind the curtain stood a petite girl with shoulder-length pink hair. Her round, cute face was slightly lowered, her cheeks flushed, and her small lips were pursed, giving her a pure and lovely appearance.

Her fair and delicate chest was covered only by a taut strip of black cloth. Her two slender arms seemed to be nervously and awkwardly crossed in front of her lower abdomen. Her graceful curves extended down her rather fleshy thighs. A small black tail peeked out from around her slightly trembling knee, its tip forming a tiny heart.

Good heavens... a succubus...

Ye Xiao swallowed hard. Although there were rumors that slave traders would deliberately sell some beautiful non-human races to human nobles or brothels for huge profits.

His original intention was to find a woman to hide in a room and then take out the statue to ask her where he could buy it. Unexpectedly, this still charming woman gave him a heavyweight role.

However, having seen so many beautiful girls, he didn't lose his composure because of this, even though this succubus was indeed more adorable than he had imagined.

But Freya gasped in surprise, her hand trembling as she pointed at the succubus girl behind the curtain, "This...this..."

Sensing something amiss, Ye Xiao quickly grabbed Freya's hand and pressed it back, then beamed at the woman, "It's amazing! She's absolutely stunning! Look, my friend is so excited he can't even speak!"

"Guest, what's with your friend's voice?" But the woman wasn't deaf; Freya's soft shout just now clearly didn't sound like a man's.

"Haha, please excuse my embarrassing situation. This is the hidden ailment I was talking about." Ye Xiao quickly grabbed Freya's trembling shoulders. Although he didn't know what Freya was up to all of a sudden, he had to find a way to cover it up. "Alas, you don't know this, but my brother accidentally drank a strange potion during an adventure and burned his vocal cords and face. As a result, he was often ridiculed by the female adventurers in the team, and he has been extremely self-conscious ever since, afraid to face women."

"Is that so?" The woman puffed on her water pipe, feeling that the two men in front of her were becoming increasingly suspicious.

Ye Xiao then took out another silver coin and stuffed it into the woman's hand, saying, "Please keep this a secret for me; he's my best brother."

The woman took the silver coins and immediately found the two people in front of her more and more adorable. "That's natural. We never reveal our clients' privacy."

Then, she turned her head to look at the succubus girl behind her, "Don't just stand there, Cheshire, take the guest to the room."

Cheshire nodded nervously, "Sir... come with me..."

"How did I teach you, Cheshire?"

"Master...master!"

"That's good." The woman smiled and nodded. "Go quickly, don't keep the guests waiting."

Cheshire nodded shyly, clutching the hem of her skirt with her small hands, and led Ye Xiao and the others towards a room.

"This gentleman is so considerate of his friends, he must be a gentle person," the succubus thought to herself as she looked at Ye Xiao, who was hooking his arm around the shoulder of the man in black robes who was traveling with her.

However, Ye Xiao was somewhat angry at this moment.

His original consideration was that Freya's extensive knowledge of religion and mythology was unmatched by him, and that Freya might be able to answer his questions and provide direction on many things he might not have noticed or understood during the investigation. On the other hand, it was also Freya herself who insisted on coming.

Based on his experience from his previous life, he knew that many nobles who did not want to show their faces would sneak in and out of brothels dressed very discreetly. Freya was dressed very conservatively so that she would not attract too much attention. That's why he thought of taking a risk and bringing this guy in.

As a result, I almost got exposed before I even investigated a few pieces of information at the beginning. What's going on? I should have just done it by myself!

So as soon as he entered the room, Ye Xiao slammed the door shut, then grabbed the girl's shoulder and whispered, "Hey, what are you doing? What were you doing just now?! You were the one who said you were coming, so what were you doing there?!"

"me……"

"What do you mean, 'you'? Do you think you're some innocent college student? You're an adult, can you stop making such a fuss?!"

"Well……"

Freya bit her lip, her body trembling slightly.

Despite her pride, no one in the sanctuary ever dared to curse her. Even the Holy Maiden of Light who appeared later treated her with utmost respect!

Today! I actually got yelled at by this jerk!

But Freya is also a person who believes in reason. If she feels that something is unreasonable or problematic, she will stubbornly investigate it, even if it is a saint chosen by God.

But even if she is in the wrong, she will not apply double standards, but will honestly take responsibility for her mistakes.

Just as she herself understood, if Ye Xiao hadn't reacted quickly and covered up her question, the clues they had painstakingly found might have been in vain.

Therefore, she realized that she had made a mistake.

Therefore, she did not refute Ye Xiao this time, but just silently bit her lip.

Freya felt frustrated. She was indeed wrong, but what she saw here really conflicted with her values.

Of course, the poor candidate for saintess didn't actually know what "values" were. She just felt that everything she had encountered tonight had been quite a shock to her—those...those scantily clad dancers, the nobles having sex in the hall, and the naked succubus...

These things, which she had never seen or heard of in the upper echelons of the sanctuary, were now so directly exposed to her that she found it hard to accept them all at once, and it was inevitable that she would have an unexpected reaction.

She was wrong, and she knew she was wrong.

but!

Even so, but!

That jerk is way too fierce!

How could you do this? No one has ever been so mean to me before!

Freya, feeling increasingly aggrieved, seemed to feel a lump in her throat again.