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If only all of this were true.

The more she tried to suppress it, the more wildly this thought grew in her heart.

Despite having an important mission, despite the fact that the other party was her enemy, and despite being an enemy spy who had been framed and harmed by the enemy...

But she couldn't help but want to abandon everything, and couldn't resist jumping out of the false illusion to prove that the emotions she had gained were real.

"Ye Xiao".

Her voice trembled as she spoke, her gaze, hidden behind the purple orchid, filled with the first hope she had ever had since birth, and with an unprecedented expectation, as she stared at the man's face.

This might be her only salvation in this life, even if it's fake, and now she wants to grasp it at all costs.

"What is it, Your Majesty?"

Ye Xiaowen asked gently.

"Does that mean all...all people in this world deserve happiness?"

She looked at Ye Xiao cautiously, so eager to know the answer.

"Well... in my opinion, the vast majority."

However, after considering it for a moment, Ye Xiao gave this answer.

For some reason, the fake saintess's heart skipped a beat the moment she heard the answer.

She suddenly had a very ominous premonition.

"The vast majority..."

...So, does that mean there are still those who are unworthy?

"Well... after all, there are always some wicked guys,"

Ye Xiao shrugged. "Although I think such people are in the minority, there are people in this world who spread happiness, and there are also people who take away the happiness of others."

"Like those beheaded priests, isn't it despicable for someone who deprives others of their happiness to try to gain happiness for themselves without paying any price?"

The fake saintess was stunned as soon as she finished speaking.

Click.

In an instant, a soft sound seemed to come from somewhere.

It was as if something had suddenly shattered at that moment.

The fake saintess's gaze dimmed, and her hands, which had been excitedly holding the bouquet, slowly lowered.

Indeed, what right does a person who has deprived others of their happiness, a sinner, have to gain happiness himself?

Even by the broadest definition, she should understand that she is not a good person in any sense.

The tragedy at Storm Harbor, the villagers of Mist Village who were turned into fish-men by her, the believers of the Sanctuary who were murdered by her...

Even now, Lydia will die at her hands.

That was the lover of the man before her, whom she had personally sent to hell, yet she was trying to crave... happiness from this man?

It's both pathetic and laughable.

The fake saintess clutched the bouquet, and through the gaps in her palms, specks of golden light seeped through the parchment wrapping the stems of the bouquet.

These things, which should have represented healing power, caused the lush green roots to wither quickly when touched, leaving only the flowers on the top surface, which maintained a false sense of vitality.

How foolish! She should have realized long ago that her position was never to deliver happiness.

Everything the man said was addressed to Lydia, not to the detestable Lydia.

Evil people should be aware of their own evil nature. Being covered in filth and yet yearning for light will only make things difficult for both sides.

The illusion shatters, the drama ends, and the two actors, having finished their performance, return to the stage of reality, ultimately forced to confront each other with swords drawn.

Ye Xiao failed to notice the complex and twisted emotional changes in the girl in front of him. Most of his previous mutterings were just him honestly expressing his views while thinking about how to deal with tomorrow's negotiations.

Even if it happened again, he would still honestly say that evil people do not deserve happiness.

Because if the world allows evil people to be happy, what will be left for good people?

A scoundrel who has harmed others and committed countless evil deeds suddenly says one day that he's quitting, that he wants to pursue happiness, and that he can become a Buddha on the spot after laying down his butcher's knife... On what grounds?

Ye Xiao didn't consider himself a hero or some kind of perfect good person, and therefore, he couldn't be so forgiving as to forgive all the bad guys.

No matter how many times, he will only sincerely choose to use the Flame Fist on the bad guys.

This made him vaguely aware that the atmosphere in the carriage seemed to be a little off, but he couldn't quite put his finger on what was wrong.

He could see the fake saintess sitting opposite him holding flowers, her face still indifferent, but subtly, something seemed to have changed.

"By the way, Your Grace, getting back to our earlier topic, how about we go to the East District this afternoon..."

"No time."

The fake saintess said coldly.

Chapter 120 On the Eve of the Holy War

night.

Lying in his bedroom in the White Tower, Ye Xiao finished his business and, after clearing his mind, recalled the scene of sitting in the carriage with the fake saintess that afternoon. He began to wonder what he had said wrong that afternoon.

At first, he could sense that the other person had originally intended to go to the city with him, but then their attitude suddenly changed.

Could it be because he said, "Bad people don't deserve happiness"?

He was just saying it casually, but the guy actually took the bad guy's position seriously.

Ye Xiao was completely baffled.

There are people in the company who do bad things but believe they are actually doing the right thing; there are also people who do bad things and openly admit that they were born to do bad things...

But someone who does bad things, knows they're doing bad things, yet won't let others call them a bad person... isn't that just too damn strange?

No, if you know you're doing something wrong by helping the company, why didn't you do it in the first place?

Ye Xiao tossed and turned, unable to help but sigh that this company truly had all sorts of oddballs.

However, he now believes that the company does not have the same powerful ability to change appearance as Asamonte, otherwise they would not have had to bite the bullet and send a socially awkward, temperamental, and spoiled temporary worker to play Ella.

In other words, he had to cooperate with the act; anyone else would have given in long ago.

However, he felt that his words in the afternoon were somewhat hypocritical. After all, it was just a chat, not an online debate. He was just expressing his feelings and didn't think about doing anything too detailed.

Because if you really think about it, someone like Greta, well, strictly speaking, probably isn't a good person.

Although she was likely beaten up by the God of Light for all the trouble she caused with the Old Gods, and later burdened with the debt of helping to cleanse the evil gods, don't you see that the Greed Society under her command is still distributing small demon statues everywhere, swindling all sorts of gamblers out of their fortunes...

Even so, he had a good impression of Greta, after all, she had become his wife.

So if he were to claim that he is a great hero who shoulders righteousness and can distinguish between loyalty and treachery, frankly, that would be too shameless.

Alas, that's just how the world is. Good and bad are ultimately relative, and the gray area in between is the norm.

To this day, he is only trying to do what he believes is right.

After all, who can say for sure that if Ella makes it to the end, she won't become the culprit who destroys the world?

Ye Xiao yawned as he pondered.

Forget it, thinking about these things is just adding to my troubles. After all, there has never been a standard answer to these questions, whether in the real world or on Earth, for thousands of years. Naturally, I wouldn't be able to figure out the answer either.

I'd better get a good night's sleep and prepare for tomorrow's troubles.

Outside the window, the moon rose above the treetops, and snow began to fall heavily again in the night.

Ye Xiao was fast asleep downstairs, but upstairs, someone was still tossing and turning.

The fake saintess hugged a soft, fluffy blanket, staring at the letter clutched in her hand, her heart filled with complex emotions.

The Rossia family and Glacier Saintess Sophia have already finalized the specific plans for tomorrow's negotiations.

The entire negotiation process was actually very simple; it was a plan to lure Ye Xiao out of the Holy City and then eliminate him.

The saintess she was impersonating didn't even need to take action herself. She only needed to bring a few people and pretend that the negotiations had failed, then be ambushed by the Ice Saintess and the Third Knights, and then find an excuse to trick Ye Xiao into staying behind to cover their retreat.

No matter how strong Ye Xiao is, it's impossible for him to survive with just a few people under the siege of the Ice Saintess and an entire knight order.

She could even return to the Holy City, feign grief, issue an obituary, and then face a full-scale attack from the Boromeo family.

Then, in conjunction with the trump card prepared by the Rossia family, they will kill Augustus on the battlefield, and finally deal with Julius, who has been tricked into going to the outer port. Then the Holy City will be completely back in their hands.

Everything seemed to be going so smoothly, but the fake saintess just couldn't close her eyes with a clear conscience.

As a deity, she could actually not need to sleep, but when she was troubled, she desperately wished she could close her eyes and open them again like a human and it would be the next day.

Interestingly, this was the first time since she was born that she had been so sentimental and upset, wanting to sleep, but also experiencing insomnia for the first time.

Even she herself couldn't explain what was bothering her.

Even though she had already determined that the man was not on her side, and even though she had already determined that they were two opposing sides that had to fight to the death.

Now that things have come to this, she doesn't know what she's still struggling with.

But she just can't let go...

That happiness that seemed so close... it felt so near for a moment, but once I came to my senses, I realized it was actually incredibly far away.

The fake saintess reached out and grabbed at the air.

She could have succumbed to darkness... why did fate insist on letting her see that glimmer of light?

Now that things have come to this, neither side will accept her choice to turn back.

It seems that carrying out evil to the very end is the only path she can take.

She single-handedly caused the tragedy in Storm Harbor; she killed Lydia. Just as Ye Xiao said, how could she possibly ask Ye Xiao, "Can you give me happiness?"

Knowing the truth, Ye Xiao would only feel hatred towards her, and the company and the Dark Seer would only sneer at her betrayal.

Ugh……

If only we could have met sooner...

As the fake saintess pondered, her eyes inexplicably welled up with tears.

She gently lit up the envelope with holy light at her fingertips and burned it.

……

the next day.

The heavy snow continued to fall.

The brief warmth yesterday afternoon seemed to be just a fleeting illusion in the cold winter.

In the holy city, countless Templar Knights, fully armed, stood atop the snow-covered high walls, solemnly gazing at their compatriots at the edge of the snowfield.

Today is the third day of the Holy Maiden's ultimatum. By the morning, any knight who does not choose to surrender to the Holy City will be considered a traitor.

Everyone felt a sense of unease, for they could already foresee the bloody battle that was about to erupt in the near future.

Fortunately, they all firmly believed that the saint they followed was right. This battle may be fierce, but it will also bring true dawn to the sanctuary.

On the other side, at the south gate.

The chariot of the Holy Temple, which was preparing to go to the Purple Orchid Plain for negotiations under the false saintess, was also ready to depart.

This time, Ye Xiao was no longer in the carriage, but dressed in a white trench coat, riding a snow-white steed, guarding the magnificent carriage of the Holy Maiden.

"Brother Ye, be careful."

Augustus, the commander of the Fourth Knights, stood beneath the city gate, shook hands with Ye Xiao one last time, glanced at the magnificent carriage carrying the Holy Maiden, and said in a low voice.

"May the great God of Light bless you and...the Holy Maiden, and may you return safely."

Ye Xiao smiled, patted Augustus's heavy armor on the shoulder, and then discreetly slipped a letter into the other's palm.

"Don't worry, buddy, we will win."

Chapter 121 Fake Negotiations

Purple Orchid Plain.

As its name suggests, this place is a vast wilderness where purple orchids bloom everywhere.