The Villain Saint is my secondary account

Ye Xiao selectively ignored the other party's X-ray vision and continued, "The weather is quite nice this afternoon. I wonder if Your Excellency is free this afternoon?"

Ye Xiao's words revealed his clear intentions—now that he had figured out the fake saintess's purpose, it would be best to find an excuse to keep an eye on her to prevent her from causing trouble when he couldn't see her.

In the morning, Julius was in charge of the surveillance work in the White Tower Council Hall. However, in the afternoon, Julius needed to go to other city wall areas to direct the deployment of defenses. After all, he was the commander of the Knights, and he was more professional than Ye Xiao in this regard.

So now it was Ye Xiao's turn to keep an eye on the fake saintess, and taking turns to keep watch on her would make it less likely to arouse suspicion.

But this was only Ye Xiao's thought; the fake saintess, sitting just across the table, had a different idea.

Why did this man ask her if she was free? Was a mere servant knight really going to interfere with the work of a saintess?

No, no, this man and Lydia probably usually interact like this, but I don't know how Lydia usually responds in this situation.

After careful consideration, the fake saintess decided that, just in case, it might be best to avoid having too much contact with this guy.

He wasn't familiar with Lydia's way of interacting with him to begin with, and the longer he stayed, the more obvious the flaws would become.

Just as she was about to refuse, she suddenly felt the carriage beneath her slowly come to a stop.

"Have we arrived at the White Pagoda?"

The fake saintess saw Ye Xiao lift the curtain on the window and asked a question.

"Oh no, it seems like some people have come and blocked the road."

"Blocking the road?"

The fake saintess was surprised. What kind of person had several heads? How dare he stop the saintess's carriage in the holy city?

"Um, what I said wasn't quite accurate."

Ye Xiao drew back the curtains. "Why don't you take a look?"

The fake saintess looked out the window in astonishment, only to see several Templar Knights standing side by side outside the carriage, helplessly blocking a large group of simply dressed civilians. "This is enough, gentlemen, you can't come any closer."

"The Holy Maiden! It really is the Holy Maiden!!"

When the common people saw the silver-haired, red-eyed girl leaning out of the window, they immediately started waving excitedly.

The fake saintess was completely bewildered. Several Templar Knights, seeing this, instinctively turned around, and a few children wearing fur coats slipped under their arms and rushed to the carriage.

"Hey!"

The Templars were quite helpless.

"Holy Maiden! I've seen the Holy Maiden!!"

A snotty-nosed child pulled a bunch of purple orchids from his pocket and presented them to the window. "Your Holiness, this is for you!"

"This is……"

The fake saintess was still a little confused.

Ye Xiao, who was standing next to her, smiled and opened the car door, accepting the purple orchid given to her by the child.

The cold winter wind rushed in from the street, filling the carriage and ruffling the hair on Ye Xiao's forehead.

Purple orchids are among the few flowers that bloom in winter on Morning Star Ridge. Although the purple color of the flowers is not bright, a large bunch held in the hand will emit a faint fragrance.

Ye Xiao smiled, picked up the flowers, and patted the children's heads. "Are you kids who originally lived in Anning Lane? Did you come all this way in this heavy snow?"

"It's alright! Uncle Lightblair said it was all thanks to the kind saintess who gave us clothes, so we're not cold at all!"

The little boy raised his head and said in a clear voice.

"My goodness, God above, what are you doing?! Come back here right now!!!"

Not far away, a priest carrying large and small bags and dressed in a priest's robe squeezed through the crowd and turned pale with fright when he saw the little boy clinging to the church carriage.

Hearing the familiar voice, Ye Xiao looked up and, sure enough, it was the pastor who had transferred Ella to the West District as a finance officer when she was in the White Tower.

"I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry! Your Majesty, these children didn't mean it!"

The priest dropped his bundle and, after requesting permission from the Templars, rushed over and pulled the excited children away from the side of the carriage. "God above, please don't blame them for their rudeness. I will teach them a lesson when I get back."

"Don't worry, how could the Holy Maiden blame her devotees?"

Ye Xiao glanced at the fake saintess, "Right, Your Majesty?"

"what?"

Seeing Ye Xiao staring at her, the fake saintess realized what was happening and could only wave to the child, then force a kind smile onto her originally indifferent face.

"The Holy Maiden has responded to me!"

The little boy named Burz jumped up from the ground with joy.

"What happened to the manners I taught you? Hurry up and say thank you!"

The pastor quickly patted the child on the head.

"Thank you, Holy Maiden! May the God of Light protect you!"

A group of children eagerly chimed in.

……

Even after the uninvited guests had left and the car door closed again, the fake saintess was still staring blankly out the window, as if she was still immersed in the situation she had just experienced.

Seeing this, Ye Xiao said softly, "Those were probably orphans from the slums of the bay, who came to the city to visit that pastor."

"Thanks to your appointment of him as the financial officer of the West District, the winter subsidies from the church to its subordinate dioceses have been implemented in the past few days."

"so……"

The fake saintess murmured, "Lily... I killed so many people before, I thought they would be afraid of me."

“Those priests who were executed were a cancer in themselves. Many of the parents of these orphans were former lower-ranking knights and priests of the Holy Church. After they died in battle, their children were abandoned in the Gulf region to fend for themselves. The subsidies that should have been given to them by the Holy Church were embezzled by the former financial authorities.”

Ye Xiao explained.

"Fortunately, they had that pastor to guide them. Although they were young, they still understood how to walk on the right path."

The fake saintess paused for a moment, then said, "That's good."

"Yes, thanks to Her Majesty the Saintess's arrangements."

"...I mean the children."

"Ok?"

Ye Xiao raised an eyebrow unintentionally.

"nothing."

The fake saintess turned to look at Ye Xiao, "Tell me, if it weren't for that priest, would they have survived the winter before last?"

"It's possible."

Ye Xiao nodded.

"In a way, they are also quite lucky to have met people who are willing to guide them all the time."

The fake saint picked up her teacup and covered the lower half of her face. "Most of these children are left to fend for themselves. When that time comes, I wonder if they will hate the parents who abandoned them."

Well, how should I put it?

Ye Xiao leaned back slightly, "Most of the time, things in this world are indeed not so satisfactory."

"Happiness is often a luxury, while suffering is the norm for most lives."

"So... this really is a terrible world."

The fake saintess's eyes dimmed slightly. "Some people are born without the right to be happy."

"Perhaps so, so in the beginning of life, the world may have been a dark place."

Ye Xiao smiled and said, "The earliest humans didn't know where they came from or why they were born."

"But even in such darkness, humanity has slowly grown into the vast and prosperous nation it is today."

"I can't say what percentage of people feel happy today, but it should be much higher than in the early dark ages."

"Maybe."

The fake saint nodded slightly.

"But why?"

Ye Xiao suddenly asked.

"why?"

The fake saint tilted her head.

"Why is it that a race born from despair and darkness is slowly moving towards prosperity and happiness as a group?"

"...Luck, I guess."

The fake saint answered.

“The birth of a single happiness is indeed a matter of luck, such as a saintly woman who is born with kindness. It is not a miracle that can be easily replicated for the entire race.”

Ye Xiao shrugged. "But the greatness of humanity lies in its ability to pass on this happiness."

"transfer?"

"Yes, just like the children that pastor cared for, they may grow up to be more pastors who are willing to care for others."

Ye Xiao picked up the flowers on the chair and slowly combed through the somewhat messy stems and leaves with her fingers. "Some people are born without love, some are born into confusion and bewilderment. Suffering shapes the lives of most people."

"I wouldn't say things like 'We should face suffering with a smile,' or 'I can understand someone else's pain'—that's easy for someone standing on the sidelines to say. After all, suffering is something that's never easy to share."

As he spoke, he held up the bouquet and smiled as he handed it to the girl across the table.

"But fortunately, as someone living in this world of suffering, I can share this precious happiness with you."

Chapter 119 Not Qualified

"Thump"

For a fleeting moment, the fake saintess felt her heart skip a beat.

She accepted the bouquet, its delicate fragrance wafting to her nose, a truly delightful experience.

cunning!

Why is this guy saying things that are so easy to misunderstand...? Does he usually talk to Lydia like this?!

Using the purple orchids to cover most of her blushing face, the fake saintess cautiously observed Ye Xiao from behind the flowers.

Afternoon sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, illuminating the other person's face beneath their disheveled hair.

The fake saintess recalled the time when she faced Ye Xiao head-on. How come she didn't notice back then that this guy was surprisingly... quite handsome?

For a moment, her feelings were unusually complex. This fleeting happiness, though not profound, was the first time in her life that she had experienced a feeling that only existed in hearsay.

So sweet and alluring, yet because of the falseness of her identity, she was like a deadly poison.

She kept telling herself that it was all fake, that this man was just treating her as the real Lydia, and that the words he said, the emotions he felt, and all the comfort and happiness she experienced belonged to Lydia, not her.

She was merely a stage actress who had temporarily taken over an identity; she couldn't take the scene on stage as her real life.

But if...

Just saying if...

Is it possible that the other party has already realized she is not Lydia?

She must have accidentally revealed a flaw, right?

Given this man's understanding of Lydia, could it be that he has already discovered her false identity?

Could it be that the other party... has already recognized me?

Those words, those emotions...

Is there any possibility... that it's true?

The moment the thought popped into the fake saint's mind, she felt her heart pounding more and more uncontrollably.

It's so strange... but she clearly doesn't have a heart.

She could hardly be considered a complete life; without the existence of the divine right of light, she would be no different from a dead person.

Even so, in that instant, she felt more deeply than ever before... as if she were alive.