The Villain Saint is my secondary account

"You son of a bitch..."

...

Leaving aside the little incident on Ye Xiao's side, Ella finally arrived at the sanctuary amidst the star-studded crowd.

In a neighborhood of Romanian-style houses, a reddish-brown wall encircles a massive Gothic cathedral, with eight white sand brick towers reaching into the sky around the main body of the cathedral.

A miniature city within a city, the sanctuary has autonomy over the territories it occupies in various countries, a transcendent status granted to it by divine authority.

"This way, Miss Havilé."

Upon entering the sanctuary, Ella was led by two young and lovely nuns to the back courtyard, along a long and bright corridor that led directly to a stone door carved with intricate patterns.

Two nuns gripped the handrail and pushed open the door. Bathed in a pale white mist, an indoor garden surrounded by flowerbeds and shrubs came into view. A blue brick path extended from the gate, running straight through the flowerbeds and connecting to a pool surrounded by milky white marble deep inside.

A gushing blue fountain gushes from the earthenware pot held by the statue of a young angel in the pool, its light shimmering with pale gold as it flows into the surface, creating a scene resembling a flowing blue starry sky.

This is the Holy Spring, a blessing bestowed upon the various sanctuaries by Undine, the goddess of light who governs the seas and rivers. From what I understood in my previous life, sanctuary-level professionals who meditate within it receive the aid of the contained holy light elements, significantly accelerating their growth and comprehension.

However, this was all the information Ella had. In her previous life, she had never been on good terms with the Holy Temple and had even killed many of its priests and paladins, so she only knew a little about the Holy Spring.

Just as she was wondering how the so-called "purification ceremony" would be conducted, a young nun quietly walked behind her and untied the knot that bound Ella's black dress.

"Eh?"

Ella's long dress slipped down, and she froze for a moment before instinctively raising her hand to protect her chest.

"babble--!!"

"What's wrong, Miss Havil?"

"What are you doing... Tutu suddenly took off my clothes!" Ella's face was flushed, like a pink apple.

"Ah, didn't the elder inform Miss Haivier of the procedure beforehand?" The little nun scratched her head. "The purification ceremony requires bathing in the holy spring, so naturally one cannot wear clothes."

"Then, then, then I can do it myself..." Ella's speech was a little incoherent as she clumsily fumbled for the buttons on her inner short-sleeved top.

“Yes, Miss Havil.”

The young nun nodded, then loosened her sash, and her white, gold-embroidered fitted gown slipped off, instantly revealing the girl's graceful figure.

"Wow!!!"

Ella covered her face with her hands, her large eyes blinking through her fingers. "What are you doing now!?"

"Ah...are we here to help Miss Havilé with her bath?"

The innocent eyes of the two young nuns, coupled with their... sincere bodies, made Ella think she had stumbled into some heavenly paradise.

Is this...something I can enjoy without paying?!

As expected of the Holy Temple's test, Ella had always struggled to survive in a chaotic world in her previous life, and had never seen such a thrilling scene before.

A young nun held Ella's arm, her cascading pale golden hair gently brushing against Ella's skin, revealing a beautiful "scenery".

"Miss Havil's face is so red. We're all girls, why are you so shy?"

"I'm just not quite used to it..."

"Pfft, the Holy Maiden has such a cute side."

Another nun couldn't help but chuckle, but then, as if remembering something, she glanced at Ella with some concern. She relaxed slightly only after realizing that Ella didn't seem to mind her words.

"Your Holiness, let me help you wipe yourself down first."

"I'm not a saint yet... Ah! I can clean this myself... Ah!!!"

With a "plop," poor Ella slipped into the holy spring, splashing water everywhere.

Chapter Eight Candidates

After the purification ritual ended, Ella felt dizzy and disoriented. Forget about meditation; just suppressing the restless tentacles had exhausted all her mental energy.

The nuns' service was so thorough that Ella's entire body was not spared their malpractice.

"Hoo..." She sat on the white marble by the spring, her graceful figure appearing dreamlike in the hazy light and shadow.

"So beautiful, Your Majesty."

Beside the spring, the nun kneeling behind Ella seemed to have stars in her eyes. After an "intimate" encounter, she found that the duke's daughter was not as aloof as rumored.

“You are all very beautiful.” In the misty steam, the blush on Ella’s face had not completely faded.

“How could that be? We don’t have the same talent as the Holy Maiden.” The little nun shook her head as she wiped Ella’s thin back. “To be honest, it’s thanks to the Holy Maiden that we had the opportunity to bathe in the holy spring together.”

"Ah, isn't a purification ritual required for everyone who wants to join the Church?"

“Yes, but only high-ranking clergy perform their rituals in the Holy Spring.” Another nun lifted Ella’s leg, which was resting on the edge of the pool, as if holding a fine work of art, and gently pressed along its long curve. “For lower-ranking clergy like us, the purification rituals we perform upon joining are done in the ordinary washroom.”

"Is this so..."

“Well, we don’t have the talent to learn holy light magic anyway,” the little nun said with a light smile. “The holy spring is just a very comfortable hot spring for us. You don’t need to worry about it, Your Holiness. Our destiny as lower-ranking priests is to serve the higher-ranking priests.”

Ella frowned slightly upon hearing this, but still maintained a smile on her face. "Huh, where did you hear that?"

“The teachings of the divine,” the little nun said with an innocent and beautiful smile, “when the God of Light created the world, he divided all living beings into nine classes, from the closest to God to those who have turned away from God.”

“How lucky we are to serve the Holy Maiden,” another nun said with a smile. “The Holy Maiden is gentler than we imagined.”

Seeing the two nuns' genuine smiles of happiness, Ella felt a mix of emotions.

She sighed almost imperceptibly, then reached out and gently patted the two little ones' heads with a mischievous grin.

"Hmph, so you mean you thought I was very fierce before?"

"Ah, no, no, no," the little nun's panicked expression was strangely endearing, "How could we dare..."

"Just kidding. You can just call me Ella from now on. What should I call you?" Ella lightly tapped the little nun's nose with her finger.

"Lady Saint, I..."

"Ahem?"

"Lady Ella..."

"'Adult' is not needed."

"But...but I feel really guilty calling you that..."

"Okay, let's leave it like this for now, and we can change it later."

“Yes, Lady Ella,” the little nun nodded slightly, “My name is Mino, and her name is Nia.”

“Mino, Nia,” Ella said, taking the hands of the two young nuns. “I don’t know how other high-ranking clergy treat their servants, but would you two like to be my friends?”

"Ah..." The little nun's watery eyes widened, seemingly flattered. "I...but I..."

"Sigh, I don't want to." Ella's face showed a slightly worried expression. "Well, it's true, someone like me, a notorious rich kid..."

"Yes! Of course we're willing!" the two young nuns exclaimed in unison.

"Then... friends should be equal, right?" Ella's expression changed like flipping through a book, and she suddenly revealed a mischievous grin. "Now that you've finished serving me, it's my turn, isn't it?"

“Hey, we don’t need to… Eeira-sama, why is your smile so strange…”

Caught off guard, the little nun was grabbed around the waist by Ella and screamed as she fell into the spring water with a "plop" from the shore.

Then came a chorus of warbling birds.

……

At the top of the sanctuary tower, High Priest Evans sat in his room, his brow furrowed, gazing thoughtfully at a wooden statue of a deity on the table.

The God of Light is different from the other gods under His command. He only has a title that is praised by the world, but no specific name. His image is also a human figure without appearance, and it is difficult to distinguish between male and female. He is just wearing a long robe.

The statue on the table was similar to the wooden statues sold by the church to the general public; it was about one and a half hands tall and had no features.

However, what is slightly different is that there are some strange cracks on the body of this statue, especially on the face. A diagonal crack runs through the face without features, making the originally sacred image look somewhat ferocious and eerie.

Furthermore, these cracks were not caused by damage after the statue was made. Even with the use of rewind magic, the arcane sorcerers could not find any record of the cracks' origin, as if these cracks already existed when the slightly rough wooden statue was first carved.

This was an item brought back by the Templars from the site of the evil god's summoning ritual that night. It was placed in the very center of the dungeon, surrounded by layers of blood sacrifice array patterns; there was no doubt that it was the medium used by the Dark Cultists in the summoning ritual.

However, Dean, the only possible person who knew the origin of this item, remained silent, and the high priest could not detect even a trace of corrupted divine power in Dean himself.

There are still too many questions surrounding that summoning ritual. The high priest still doesn't understand whether the evil god really did descend upon that dark dungeon that night.

Although the scene was bloody and bizarre to the naked eye, from the perspective of magical perception, neither the vengeful spirits of the victims, the dark magic flowing on the blood sacrifice array, nor the pollution of reality caused by the usual evil god rituals could be detected there.

This was the first time he had ever seen such a "clean" cult ritual site.

But based on his understanding of the "Dark Shepherds," these people wouldn't do anything meaningless, including this blasphemous statue in his hand; it couldn't be meaningless.

There's also the young lady of the Heville family. From the perspective of the Sanctuary, a chosen one personally crowned by a six-winged angel is unheard of and must be recruited. But from his personal perspective, he thinks that this young lady's behavior after the evil god's ritual is a bit too... "clean".

Even though he wasn't a frequent participant in the noble social circles of the Loren Empire, the High Priest had heard that the duke's daughter had a rather poor, even terrible, reputation. This included forming cliques at the academy to bully students of lower birth and status, harassing the servants in her own household, being spoiled by her parents, and even her elder brother disliking her at the academy. Furthermore, the second prince of the empire, to whom she was betrothed, went so far as to break off the engagement.

The image of this duke's daughter in the rumors was completely different from the polite and courteous person she saw in person.

As he pondered, a soft knock came at the door. Upon hearing it, the high priest simply drew a straight line in the air with his finger, and the door opposite his desk automatically and slowly opened to both sides.

"Lord High Priest."

Entering the room was a young girl dressed in a white priest's robe, with long, golden, wavy hair reaching her waist and a delicate, porcelain-doll-like face.

“Miss Havil has completed her purification ritual and is preparing to study Holy Light magic,” the High Priest waved his hand, and a parchment floated into the hands of the young priestess. “I have arranged for you to study with her from now on. By the way, you can also learn more about her.”

“Yes, High Priest.” The girl took the parchment and nodded slightly.

The high priest looked at the girl with her head down, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly spoke, "Will you blame me, Freya?"

“High Priest, I was only a candidate.” Freya shook her head and smiled. “The true chosen one has appeared in the world, and she should be the saintess.”

"There was never really such a saying..." The high priest stopped mid-sentence, as if he had thought of something, and did not continue.

After a moment, he sighed softly, "You go first."

"Yes, High Priestess." Freya bowed her head and left the room, leaving behind a slender figure.

The high priest turned his gaze back to the strange statue on the table and fell into deep thought.

Chapter Nine Cultivation

In the dressing room, Ella had already changed into the attire of the priests of the sanctuary. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she saw a youthful figure, like a lotus emerging from water, wearing a pure white dress with gold embroidery. Her hands, gloved with white gloves, were slightly clasped together, and she did indeed exude a certain holy aura.

"You look so beautiful, Lady Ella." Mino looked at Ella in the mirror, her eyes sparkling.

“You two would definitely look good too.” Ella didn’t hold back in praising her, especially since the two little nuns were already beauties. “If the God of Light saw you dressed like that, I might not be able to get the position of Saintess.”

"You flatter me, Lady Ella." Nia's face was flushed, but the smile on her face showed her happiness. She took Ella's silver hair, divided it into two strands, tied them with ribbons, and made pretty bows. "It's done, Lady Ella. We are not qualified to participate in the magic training, so we can only meet again tonight when we cleanse ourselves."

“Okay, see you tonight,” Ella ran her fingertips through her hair and nodded with satisfaction. Suddenly, she seemed to realize something. “Hey, is there a bath tonight?”

"Yes, we were instructed to cleanse Lady Ella three times a day, once in the morning, once at noon, and once in the evening."

"So frequently?" Ella said, but secretly wished she could bathe in the Holy Spring with the soft, sweet girls 24/7. "Wouldn't the Holy Spring be packed with people coming to cleanse themselves?"

“No, that’s not true. Only Lady Ella arranged it this way,” Nia laughed. “The same goes for the Holy Spring. Other clergy members need to make a high amount of temple contribution if they want to be cleansed in the Holy Spring again after the first cleansing ceremony.”

“That’s why we said before, it’s all thanks to Lady Ella,” Mino nodded in agreement.

Who would be so bored as to exchange Holy Temple contributions for a bath? Ella thought of those players from her past life who toiled away working for the Holy Temple to earn contributions, and she was speechless.

"Alright, Lady Ella, the spell training course is about to begin. See you tonight."

"See you tonight!" Ella waved goodbye to the two young nuns.

……

When Ella finally arrived at the back door of the meditation room, the huge room was almost full, with young priests coming and going everywhere.

The layout of the meditation room is a half-fan-shaped funnel, with a platform at the bottom and chairs arranged on the slanted fan surface.

Just as she stood at the door, wondering where to sit, a shout suddenly rang out:

"Wow! Look, it's Lady Havil!"

With her signature silver hair and red eyes, the image of this duke's daughter was known throughout Valond, and the young clergy in the meditation room could easily recognize her.

This shout, like a rallying cry, instantly filled the classroom and corridors with students who had come to watch. Most of them, not being familiar with aristocratic social circles, had little knowledge of the duke's eldest daughter's infamous reputation; they were simply there out of sheer enthusiasm.

Everyone was eager to see the true face of this famous church star.

"Is Lady Havil also studying with us?" "Wow, the Saintess is even more beautiful than the rumors say!" "Such beautiful hair!"...