The Villain Saint is my secondary account

"My lord, I am a demon of pure earthly blood, a general who participated in the war of the gods in the Age of Gods, and countless beings of the mortal realm have died at my hands..."

Hmm... Although I feel a little sorry for Lord Besip, for the sake of my own life, it's better to endure this humiliation for now.

Halagati spoke while thinking.

Ella was still thinking about how to plan for these guys to help her with the construction when she suddenly heard Haragati bragging about the crimes he had committed. A few question marks popped into her head.

What do you mean? You don't want to live anymore?

If it weren't for the fact that this guy still had some sense and could act as a foreman to command demons, Ella would have liked to throw him away on the spot.

Halagati became increasingly alarmed as he spoke. What was going on? How could his numerous military achievements and military genius be so worthless in the eyes of this god from the Chaos Realm? Why did his murderous intent seem to intensify as he spoke?

"Alright, alright."

Ella interrupted Haragati's self-recommendation, casually drawing an invisible ripple in the sky like an eye opening majestically. "You should be able to sense your subordinates, right? Take them in."

Reminded by Ella, Haragati suddenly realized that the actions of those tentacle demons were actually connected to his mind, as if they were his countless clones, controlling him with ease.

How is this done!?

He was somewhat alarmed. Logically, these demons were already servants of this evil god after their corruption, and since he could control them, didn't that mean he had unintentionally become the other's slave as well?

Aren't these tentacle demons, who are connected to his mind, also monitors who can in turn monitor his actions?

With the demon god above, what a bizarre method this is.

Halagati became increasingly convinced that he had little chance of escaping the other party's grasp.

No, no, no, don't be too pessimistic. Think about it carefully, this guy might be even more terrifying than a demon god.

Perhaps joining their ranks directly would actually give them a better chance of achieving their ambition to conquer the world?

Ella was naturally unaware of Haragati's rich inner thoughts, but this minotaur demon had indeed been slightly corrupted by her into a believer, which was why it had the ability to link with other tentacle demons.

Watching Haragati obediently lead the mighty demon army through the portal, Ella nodded in satisfaction. She had been worried that having Loren's craftsmen build a headquarters on Lyre Peak would be too much of a waste of resources, but now that these guys were delivered to her, it saved her a lot of trouble.

Then, she casually opened a rift back to Loren. The crooked, tentacle-covered building was still in the center of the desolate basin, and a group of demons that had been brought back were already lined up downstairs.

"Mr. Niu, I'll trouble you to lead these demons to finish building this fortress. Remember to make it look nice and impressive."

"Forehead?"

Halagati was somewhat confused. He had thought that passing through that ominous portal would lead to a burning human city, where he could simply command his army to resume his old ways of burning, killing, and looting.

But what they saw was a desolate basin, and in the middle of it was a strange tentacle-like mound that instinctively made demons reluctant to approach.

"What, didn't you understand?"

Ella raised an eyebrow, thinking she had made herself perfectly clear.

"understand!"

Halagati hurriedly nodded and bowed.

Well, although he's not participating in the war, since it's a task he's been given, he should just do it well. As long as he performs well, he'll surely have the opportunity to conquer the world with this lord in the future.

"I'll take care of it right away. Also, does Your Excellency have a blueprint for this castle?"

"No."

Ella, a lazybones, would never draw up a plan, but she said matter-of-factly, "If I had a plan, what use would I have for you?"

Halagati dared not refute, and hurriedly nodded in agreement, but he was puzzled in his heart: how could they build a building without even a planning map?

Could that tall, crooked tentacle lump be the framework?

But while he was thinking about it, he didn't dare ask any more questions. Instead, he summoned several high-ranking demons to plan how to build the so-called "fortress."

"Commander, I think what that person wants is a building similar to a demon king's palace,"

One of the pig-headed demons, who seemed to be quite clever, said, "I think the demons in Hell all like that kind of thing."

“I’ve been to Lord Besip’s palace, so let’s build it like that…?”

A goat demon.

"Are you an idiot? It can't be exactly the same. It has to reflect the style and characteristics of this person."

Halagati patted the goat on the head.

“Although it’s just building a house, we can’t be perfunctory. We have to reflect the power and style of the evil god. For example, we can make some changes to this part of the roof and add a more imposing tentacle sculpture…”

Chapter Thirty-One: School Bullying

After leaving the construction work to the demons, Ella continued to research the technology of fixed spatial portals.

To be honest, it's really not easy for a simple soul born on a door frame to master complex spatial magic without collapsing.

After several experiments, Ella had been to all sorts of strange and unusual places.

Deserts, oceans, clouds, and even once, she was separated from her head and body and sent to different places.

No wonder there are few people researching spatial magic; besides Aslan's intentional prohibition, the thing itself is quite dangerous.

Only Ella could rely on her immortality to try and fail, but by dawn, she still hadn't found a way to stabilize the portal in the frame.

Fortunately, the golden ship from afar would arrive in the holy city in a few days, giving her ample time to conduct her research.

……

Leaving aside Ella's long experiment, Ye Xiao was on his second day teaching at the Aslan Cliff Academy.

Ella can work on her research behind the scenes, but Ye Xiaoke still has work to do.

At this time, the sky over Lanzong Bay was clear and bright.

However, Ye Xiao did not go to the teaching building to prepare lessons as before, but went to the training ground instead.

In addition to theoretical knowledge, Aslan's magic courses also include practical teaching applications, because it is impossible to create a great magician by only studying on paper.

But this annoyed Ye Xiao, because this morning's elemental magic practice class was going to be taught by those troublesome Class 1 and Class 2 again.

Even after the lesson learned last time, the students in Class One still tirelessly created some pointless trouble for him.

"Professor, there seems to be something wrong with my staff. Could you take a look?"

A student asked for help, and Ye Xiao had just grasped the staff in his hand when it exploded with a "bang".

Snickers came from all around, but this small explosion naturally did no harm to Ye Xiao. In an instant, a magical barrier rose on his body, blocking the flames and impact of the explosion.

"I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry, Professor! I didn't expect my staff to have this problem..."

The student kept bowing and apologizing, but you could tell from the barely suppressed upturn of his lips that he was doing it on purpose.

Fortunately, Ye Xiao was very generous and simply tossed a teaching staff to the student, then called on this student to conduct a mage duel practice on the spot.

"You use this staff so frequently that the magic power of the gems on it is unstable. It seems you have a good understanding of magic. You can demonstrate a combat exercise between elemental mages for everyone."

“I… how could I possibly be your match, Professor?”

The student spoke hesitantly.

"No way, no way, a dignified magic professor would really hold a grudge against his students over a small accident?"

Then some people nearby started to jeer.

These aristocratic students were not afraid of Ye Xiao's counterattack and shouted arrogantly.

"Who said it was me sparring with you? Students spar with each other, of course."

Ye Xiao smiled faintly, "Your opponent... well, let's have Greta be it."

Given that Greta was only an apprentice mage, it was perfectly normal for her to accidentally injure her classmate during a practice session. She immediately and happily showed off the practice flashlight that Ye Xiao had assigned her, leaving it sprawling on the ground.

Lightning spells hurt without leaving wounds, and Greta was having a blast playing with them.

"Is there anyone else who would like to participate in the drill?"

Ye Xiao's gaze swept over them, and the group of noble students became much more obedient.

However, while they dared not openly boast about it, quite a few students were still whispering about it among themselves.

When it was time for their free practice, the students dispersed into small groups on the vast training ground. Duchess Illyas and her small group naturally stayed away from Ye Xiao and began whispering among themselves.

"No, this professor from out of town brings along a student thug. Isn't that too much of a nuisance?"

"I heard that the guy with the pinkish-white hair from out of town is his sister. I'm really impressed by those guys in Class Two. How can they let this kind of guy act so arrogantly?"

Some of them saw that Greta was getting along inexplicably well with a group of students from Class Two not far away, which fueled their resentment.

"Those weaklings, a bunch of offspring of marginal nobles, what use can you expect from them?"

Ilyas said with a disdainful look, but what she said in jest struck a chord with many of her followers gathered there.

"In my opinion, we still need to find an opportunity to teach that country bumpkin a lesson."

One student suggested, "It won't work during class, since her brother is watching her. We can ambush her at the student exit after class and find a secluded corner..."

"Indeed, we should teach her a lesson. How dare an outsider act so arrogantly in the academy? Doesn't she know whose territory this is!"

Illyas listened to her followers chatting away and smiled calmly.

She was also quite annoyed with the out-of-town student named Greta. She was still furious when she remembered being splashed with frost magic in the face during the last class. This was the first time she had been repeatedly humiliated by an out-of-town professor.

That professor is no easy target; she doesn't believe he can protect his sister every single moment.

However, Illyas didn't notice that after the discussion, one of her followers secretly threw a note into a corner by the training ground.

Not long after, a student from the north wearing a blue-gray uniform, seemingly passing by unintentionally, picked up the note.

……

"...They want to bully the professor's sister?"

On the other side of the training ground, Princess Silvana was somewhat speechless upon hearing the news from her subordinates.

She didn't hate the so-called "outsiders" as much as the local nobles in the south. The main reason she set her sights on Ye Xiao was because she heard that he was introduced to the academy by her sister. In addition, Ye Xiao's strange theories and skills that were not typical of a mage had piqued her interest, which is why she deliberately contacted Ye Xiao after class.

Therefore, now that she had this information, Silvana considered it briefly and then instructed her students to pass it on to Ye Xiao.

She figured that the professor who was favored by her sister Celinedra must be someone special, and doing him a favor might have some unexpected benefits.

This process was naturally carried out secretly by several local students she had recruited.

Unexpectedly, the professor simply smiled after seeing the message and put the note in his pocket.

He didn't even bother to inform his sister.

Why is that? Is it because you think it's just kids playing around and don't care at all?

Silvana really didn't understand Ye Xiao's actions. Logically speaking, the professor should have experienced firsthand how terrible the pranks played by the local noble students were.

Their planned bullying stunt must have been something more than just a minor incident. Even if they weren't going to take preventative measures, wouldn't they at least have reminded their sister? Their relationship seems pretty good, doesn't it?

The second princess racked her brains but couldn't figure it out. Until the bell rang, the professor, as usual, didn't extend the class by a second and ran away instantly. Then, she watched as a group of noble students followed Greta, who was chatting and laughing with her companions, and slowly walked towards an exit.

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Naïve and Ignorant Greta

"Gredia, have you decided which team you'll be joining for your upcoming field training? We're short-staffed."

Meanwhile, Greta was chatting and laughing with her classmates.

"Hmm, I'm not sure yet. What does this field experience refer to?"

Normally, this little one is indeed just a rather outgoing and cheerful cute girl.

The noble students in Class Two were not entirely without prejudice against outsiders; in fact, quite a few of them were. But for some reason, they found it difficult to feel any dislike towards Greta.

Aside from her adorable and beautiful appearance, which is indeed very endearing and makes people want to protect her, there is also the influence of a bit of divine power that she deliberately exudes in the dark.

This means that unless someone is completely hostile from the start, anyone who happens to see her and has even the slightest bit of goodwill towards her will have their feelings greatly amplified by her abilities.

This tactic had always worked for Greta in human society, except against that gloomy guy surnamed Ye. She never expected that this very person, seemingly immune to it, would ultimately be the one she fell for.

Getting back to Greta, who was chatting with her classmates, just as they were about to exit the training field through the passage, several dark figures suddenly walked in against the flow of people from the doorway.

Several uninvited guests, dressed in senior student uniforms, with a clear purpose, blocked Greta's group's path.

The female student next to Greta sensed something was wrong and tried to pull Greta away, but unexpectedly, several unfamiliar students blocked their way from behind, completely surrounding them.

"What are you going to do?"

The students from Class Two around him realized that the newcomers were up to no good and quickly warned, "This is a place where people come and go, not a place for you to cause trouble."