The Villain Saint is my secondary account

"If I am truly just an abandoned stillborn child, then what is the purpose of this holy light?"

"To be honest, Lydia, your authority is far too... peculiar, filled with an unsettling aura. But He clearly possesses the authority of the Holy Light, so why didn't He leave that to you, but instead gave it to me?"

"If I was blinded by resentment before, it was only at the last moment that I realized I hadn't noticed this incongruous problem all along."

"But unfortunately, this idea came too late. It was probably just a fleeting thought before I died."

"But unexpectedly, the company brought you back."

Ella said slowly.

"Yes, they probably felt that the power I held still had some value, so the research institute used their strange technology to revive me from a wisp of a soul."

The fake saint nodded slightly.

"Aren't you going to thank them?"

"Thank them for not letting me rest in peace even in death?"

The fake saintess chuckled, "But in a way, I do have to thank them, because they gave me more time to trace the whole picture of the events."

"After that, as you can see, I learned the truth about the fall of the light, and the goal of revenge became blurred... My state became like that of the nameless cult in that village at the beginning. I did things for them only because it was the only place that accepted me... Thank you."

The fake saintess looked at the teacup that Ella handed her again with her tentacles, picked it up and took a sip.

"As my desire for revenge faded, I felt myself becoming more and more confused. Perhaps I should actually seek revenge for the God of Light? But to be honest, I've never even seen Him once, so I can't really say I have any real feelings about Him."

"Then came the events that have occurred in the Holy City these past few days. I was responsible for impersonating you, after all, it's something I've done before, so it's second nature to me. But during these few days in the Holy City, I've seen some... well, things that are different from before."

"The child delivering flowers and the priest, and the priests in the White Tower."

Ella continued, "Ye Xiao reported it to me."

"He even told you these things? Oh well... he is yours after all..."

The fake saintess murmured, then suddenly frowned as if she realized something.

"Wait a minute? Since you're not dead... that means that back then in the carriage... did your squire know that I was actually in disguise???"

Ella looked at the fake saintess with surprise, her tone suddenly becoming somewhat agitated, and raised an eyebrow. "Of course, what, are you concerned about this?"

Chapter 148 The Final Judgment

The fake saintess was stunned for a moment, and then a deep blush appeared on her delicate face.

"Ah...ah???"

Why are you so surprised?

Ella asked in surprise.

"he……"

Just as the fake saintess was about to speak, she suddenly cupped her slightly flushed cheeks in her hands and swallowed the words back down her throat.

Wait, wait a minute!? Ye Xiao actually knew I was an imposter, doesn't that mean he was talking to me back then??

The scenes that floated through the girl's mind became increasingly enchanting. It turned out that he had known all along—the words she had spoken while disguised as Ella, the joy she felt upon receiving the bouquet, the tangible sense of peace and happiness, and his words to her, "I can pass on this precious happiness to you"...

The more the fake saintess thought about it, the more excited she became, her face turning as red as a ripe apple.

Ella looked at the fake saintess who hadn't spoken for a long time, and tilted her head in confusion. What's going on? Did she suddenly have a relapse?

"Then...then, then...then..."

The fake saintess stammered, "Did he... did he tell you how he... how he sees me?"

Ella scratched her head. "Which aspect are you referring to? You must have already mentioned your itinerary and the negotiations for the next day, but you didn't say anything else."

Because there was really no other important information besides that, the fake saintess sat in the White Tower all day after returning to the White Tower by carriage.

"so……"

Upon hearing this answer, the fake saintess finally calmed down a little and began to mutter to herself.

If you think about it carefully, since Ye Xiao knew she was an imposter, those words might just have been an act, and he might have just taken it too seriously.

Thinking of this, the fake saintess felt somewhat disheartened. Although she no longer harbored resentment towards Ye Xiao for not being sincere towards her back then, since she had been clear about other people's feelings from the beginning, she still couldn't help feeling a little lost.

Ella observed the fake saintess's emotional changes, rubbing her chin with her small hand, as if she had realized something. Then she spoke in a sly tone, "However, if you are really interested in what my man thinks, why don't you go and ask him later?"

"Eh?"

The fake saintess was suddenly taken aback.

That's it! She thought again. Ye Xiao and Lydia were lovers. She had read in a book that men generally don't talk about other women in front of their lovers.

To find out Ye Xiao's true opinion, we'll probably have to find him ourselves.

"But Lydia... are you alright?"

The fake saintess asked timidly again.

"how?"

"He...he is, after all, your lover,"

The fake saintess shrank back, twirling a strand of hair with her fingers. "Would it be a bit too much for me to go see him..."

"puff--"

"What...what are you laughing at?!"

The fake saintess was somewhat at a loss.

"I never expected you would even consider such a question."

Ella covered her mouth with one hand and chuckled, waving the other hand, "Don't worry, you're practically a little kid. You think you can steal my girl?"

"You!?...Hey! I'm at least your older sister by seniority, aren't I!?!"

The fake saintess was both angry and annoyed by Ella's mockery.

She transformed back into a black-haired, blue-eyed girl, much taller than Ella. If we disregard the actual situation and only look at her appearance, Ella is more like that little brat.

"Sigh, after hearing you say that you were born ten years ago, I roughly understand what's going on with you."

Ella leaned back in her chair, picked up her teacup again, and took a leisurely sip.

It seems this guy is only ten years old... Although the ages of gods and humans cannot be simply regarded as the same thing, it is indeed difficult for the mind to mature without sufficient years of experience.

The "offspring" of the God of Light is actually only described from the perspective of ordinary beings. However, based on the information previously obtained from the company and Greta, the fake saintess was more "separated" from the God of Light than "conceived" by him.

It was to prevent the God of Light from being completely corrupted by chaos and causing unimaginable consequences that he preemptively stripped the "pure" part off himself.

However, it's clear that separating oneself is not a simple matter. The old king of Loren had tried to sever his bloodline from the corrupted bloodline connected to the God of Light, but he failed. Therefore, the false saintess was likely affected by chaos during the separation process, leading to some problems and resulting in her stillbirth.

As for that chaos... Ella thought of her enormous body floating in the void, and to be honest, based on her current experience, she really couldn't think of any other culprit.

In some ways, the false saint's tragic past might also be related to Ella.

However, there are still some clues as to why she was born as "Ayla Havil".

The "chaos" attribute she possesses does not seem to be a controllable attribute. It is even possible that before, the giant tentacle Lydia was simply a being floating in the void, engaging in aimless destruction. It was only after her consciousness emerged that Lydia gained sentience.

Ella couldn't understand how she, a mere mortal, had become Lydia's sentience.

But it is conceivable that the God of Light must have known the reason, otherwise he would not have made himself His chosen one.

Unfortunately, with the fall of light, this has probably become a complete mystery.

After a rapid thought process, Ella put down her teacup, looked at the girl in front of her, and continued speaking:

"Alright, after saying so much, I should summarize your verdict now."

Upon hearing this, the fake saintess immediately tensed up.

Although Ella looks cute and petite, her voice, though strained, is as soft and lacks any authority as a bird's chirp.

But she had been beaten to death by him before, so she knew that if this guy really got angry, he could be quite terrifying.

"In any case, I see that you are no longer as malicious as before, and your situation is indeed quite complicated. At least for now, I will not subject you to a trial that results in execution."

Hearing this, the fake saintess finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"but!"

Ella then emphasized, her small hand resting on the round frame of her glasses, which was almost half the size of her face, "This doesn't mean that your past sins have been wiped clean."

"Your trial is not ending, but extending. Your sins must be repaid with your own labor, and I will continue to observe you. Your actions thereafter will still affect the subsequent trial. If you commit any acts that violate the laws of the church again, I will still execute you. Do you understand?"

Chapter 149 Your Name

The fake saintess pursed her lips and nodded. When her fierce younger sister showed a serious attitude, she dared not disobey too much.

But Ella's words didn't sound harsh to her; on the contrary, in some ways, they were more like a ritual that lifted her spirits.

A sacred ceremony that formally declared her farewell to her painful and filthy past, and that she could now embark on a new life like any other person.

After all, her sister is the Holy Maiden of Light. If the Holy Maiden has said so, then who can deny the sanctity of this pronouncement?

She can finally let go of the past, no longer need to pretend to be anyone, no longer need to hide herself from the people she wants to see; no longer need to wallow in sinful deeds and confusion, and no longer need to associate with those who disgust her.

She could finally proudly tell Ye Xiao that she was also someone who could bring happiness to others.

Outside the window, a sliver of morning light appeared, breaking through the darkness and announcing the arrival of dawn.

The faint light shone on the fake saintess's face, revealing a slightly glistening tear at the corner of her eye.

After so many years, such a long period of darkness, she finally realized what she had been searching for.

This white city, gradually revealing its vibrant life under the rising sun, was, in fact, her true home.

"They actually talked until dawn."

Ella glanced out the window with some surprise, then pulled out a parchment from the pile on the desk and handed it and a wool pen to the fake saintess with her tentacles.

"Then, if you have no objections, please sign your name on this contract."

"contract?"

The fake saint held the parchment, looking at the words "voluntary labor contract" in large characters at the top of the paper, somewhat puzzled.

"Ahem, this contract itself doesn't have any magical binding force; it's just a statement of your attitude, signifying that you're now mine."

Ella puffed out her unremarkable chest.

"Your people..."

The fake saintess, holding a quill pen, tilted her head. "Hmm, does that mean we'll be family from now on?"

"Forehead?"

Ella was taken aback by this unexpected question. "Working" was more like it, but "family" was a bit of a tangent.

But seeing the somewhat expectant look on the fake saintess's face, Ella suddenly felt reluctant to reveal the true meaning of the contract.

In fact, judging from the fact that the fake saintess always calls her "little sister," it's clear that she secretly longs for a closer companionship.

The other person has been alone in this world for far too long, and their past interactions with those around them have only involved pure exploitation and betrayal.

She may have seen the word "family" in a book, and on a cold winter night, walking alone on a street lit up with countless lights, she may have imagined the existence of such a relationship.

But at that time she was trapped in darkness, so how could she expect such beauty?

But things are different now. Ella has declared her rebirth, so now, can she also yearn for the existence of a family relationship?

"Well... sort of."

So Ella pursed her lips and finally gave the same answer.

Putting aside his own background and unclear connection with the other party, this guy's mind definitely needs someone to guide him in the long term, otherwise it's hard to guarantee that he won't go astray again.

As the one who guided this guy into a new life, it seems reasonable for me to be called "family."

That damned God of Light abandoned his child and died, leaving others to raise him in the end.

As Ella was thinking this, she forgot who was responsible for the death of the God of Light.

However, from another perspective, don't the bosses of companies on Earth often say that the company is a family and the employees are family members/brothers? So, to some extent, their answer is not wrong.

Thinking of this, Ella's signature charming smile with a hint of wickedness reappeared on her face.

“Really? Really?!”