The Villain Saint is my secondary account

"The chosen one of the Gods of Light, the High Priestess of the Loren Pilgrimage Ceremony, Lady Ella Hevil, intervened in the crisis, defeated High Priest Evans, and saved more than a million people trapped in the blood sacrifice array."

After suddenly proclaiming these words, Bishop William knelt on one knee with one hand over his chest, his red robe covering the ravaged floor. "I, Tobias William, personally pay my highest respects to the great chosen one of the Light, Saintess Ella Hevil, who saved the Loren Sanctuary and millions of pilgrims!"

"What are you doing... I am..." Ella was a little confused.

“Lady Heville, all I remember is that you are the chosen saint of the God of Light. As for what others remember, what does it matter to me?” Bishop William said softly.

If even the chosen saints, who symbolize the highest position in the church, can choose to sacrifice themselves calmly to save others, then why can't a cardinal, a believer who prides himself on following the light, dedicate his own reputation to protecting the victims?

After speaking, Bishop William removed his red robe and gently placed it on the ground. He then stood up, turned his back to Ella, and looked at the group of Templar Knights and priests.

"Following the teachings of the great God of Light, we cannot allow those who sacrifice for others to perish. Following the teachings of the great God of Light, Your Excellency is also the only chosen one."

"Therefore, in my own name, I will fight to protect the Holy Maiden chosen by the God of Light."

"Brothers and sisters, if any of you wish to detain Lady Havil, then step over my dead body!"

Bishop William, sword in hand, shouted alone to the assembled clergy outside the steps.

His injuries from Evans had not yet healed, but the sunlight cast a towering shadow on his limping body as it dragged across the stone steps.

Those squinty eyes... they seem like a good person!

Ella was deeply moved—but she felt this guy was in for a rough time; with so many Templar Knights, one halberd each would probably pierce him to pieces.

It's so annoying; I have to take another cellmate with me when I run away at night.

However, the barrage of spears that Ella had envisioned did not materialize.

One of the Templar Knights standing in the inner circle suddenly put down his halberd, covered his chest with one hand, and knelt on one knee.

He didn't speak, but knelt silently, making his choice clear.

Then came the second Templar Knight, the third, the fourth... one after another, kneeling on the ground in white armor, their white armor spreading outwards in concentric circles like ripples.

The surrounding priests also knelt down respectfully, and the elderly elders bowed their heads in solemn worship.

Suddenly, a somewhat familiar voice shouted "Long live the Holy Maiden!" from the crowd in the square. The believers, who had been hurriedly leaving in panic and fear, turned around and saw this solemn scene.

They stopped in their tracks as they left the square. Their anxious hearts seemed to be cleansed and calmed when they saw the saintess standing among the priests, her robes stained with blood.

What followed was reverence for the man who had saved them from death.

The dispersing crowd slowly regrouped. This time, without the guidance of priests, the crowd was chaotic and disorderly, but without exception, after finding their places, they all knelt down and worshipped the petite figure in front of the main hall.

The once chaotic square was now eerily silent. Ella looked around blankly, momentarily at a loss for what to do.

"Your Holiness, it seems everyone has made the same choice."

Bishop William turned around, bowed his head, and knelt on one knee again.

This time, however, he picked up the red robe from the ground and put it on.

"I, Cardinal Tobias William of the Temple of Light, in the name of the Temple, offer my highest respect to our great Holy Maiden of Light, Lady Ella Heville, who saved us!"

"Praise be to my Lord! Praise be to the Holy Light! Praise be to the Holy Lady!"

"...Praise be to the Holy Maiden!!"

A chorus of shouts, like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, suddenly resounded through the sky.

Ella clutched her collar to her chest like a hamster, clearly unsure of what to do in this situation.

“Your Grace…” As if sensing Ella’s confusion, Bishop William, with his head bowed, called out in a very low voice.

"Eh?"

"At this point, all you need to do is nod gently."

"Ah... okay." Ella lowered her collar, her cheeks still slightly flushed.

Then, she nodded slightly towards the distant sky.

"Long live the Holy Maiden!" The shouts of the crowd in the square once again resounded through the sky.

……

In the underground arena of the imperial city, when Ye Xiao groggily woke up from the highest box, his eyes first fell on the girl with light golden hair who was still asleep beside him, and then on the pink-haired maid sitting opposite him on the sofa, waving slightly to him.

"Mr. Ye, you're awake..."

"Hiss... Give me back the money!!!" Ye Xiao saw Greta's cute and lazy face, and as if he had suddenly remembered something and been electrocuted, he jumped up from the sofa, rushed to her, grabbed her collar and shook her for a while.

"Ahhh!..." Greta was so dizzy from this series of moves that she instinctively threw an uppercut at Ye Xiao, sending him flying into the ceiling.

As a cloud of dust settled, Greta coughed a few times before realizing something was wrong and quickly pulled Ye Xiao, whose head was stuck in the ceiling, down.

"Calm down, Mr. Ye, please calm down."

"You bastard, you really are one of Mammon's henchmen!" Ye Xiao wiped the dust off his face. "What normal person has that kind of strength?!"

"I...I just ate too much monster meat when I was little..."

"You're talking nonsense!!!" Ye Xiao delivered a chop to the maid's head, but not with too much force, as he might not be able to withstand a counterattack if he used too much. "Tell me honestly, what exactly are you planning!?"

“I…” Greta pouted, “Okay, actually, I think there’s a problem with the divine territory that I traded to the Engineering Society before, but I can’t solve it myself because of the restrictions of the trade terms, so I wanted to find someone with good abilities to see if they can help me solve it.”

"The divine kingdom you traded...?"

"Oh, what's wrong...?"

"Wait a minute...you're Mammon???" Ye Xiao's eyes widened.

"Eh...?" Greta then realized that Ye Xiao had initially called her "Mammon's subordinate."

Ye Xiao didn't recognize him at all?

Greta looked at her light, flowing maid dress and suddenly recalled how...naive she had been when she was following the other person these past two days.

Suddenly, an extremely awkward feeling welled up inside me.

"How...how could that be? Of course I'm Lord Mammon's subordinate!"

"But you yourself said it was a deal..."

"No! Absolutely not!!!" Greta suddenly grabbed Ye Xiao by the neck. "Ahhh, I'm Lord Mammon's subordinate!!!"

"Ah!!...Okay!...I was wrong...You're my subordinate...Let me go...I'm going to die..."

"Ah...ah..." Ye Xiao gasped for breath, leaning on the sofa armrest. He had fought cyborgs and scorpion lions all the way, fought his way through the divine kingdom and defeated the gods, and almost got strangled to death by a damn maid at the end. It was really too abstract.

Greta crossed her arms, looked at the dying Ye Xiao, puffed out her cheeks, and snorted.

Chapter Fifty-Seven: The Bad Maid

"Phew, I can finally catch my breath, Lord Mammon..." Ye Xiao started to say, but seeing the little maid's expression change slightly, she quickly added, "...my subordinate, so Hope Town is now gone?"

"Can't you just call me Greta?" Greta sat down next to Ye Xiao, resting her chin on her hand. "You destroyed the tower that laid the foundation for the divine power of Hope Town. But that was originally added by Evans later. However, Lord Mammon didn't take back the foundation of the divine kingdom itself, so Hope Town still exists. The residents are all bound to the divine kingdom, so as long as the divine kingdom doesn't perish, they won't disappear. It's just that they've all suffered a lot of damage after this ordeal, and it will probably take some time to recover."

"As long as it can be restored, that's good." Ye Xiao nodded. He shouldn't be considered to have let Luo Er down.

"The scenery there is beautiful, isn't it? Let's go visit together again next time?" Greta said with a smile.

"Then forget it." Ye Xiao immediately made a bitter face. He never wanted to go to this simple and honest hell town again.

"Don't be afraid, you are a great hero to the people there."

"More like a big villain. I beat up their god and ravaged the town." Ye Xiao rubbed his nose. "In the past, it was good enough if we didn't get rotten eggs thrown at us."

"It's not as bad as you think." Greta couldn't help but chuckle, her pinkish-white hair falling onto her chest and trembling.

Seeing Greta's cunning expression, Ye Xiao couldn't help but wonder if this little devil was planning to trick him again.

Lying on the other end of the sofa, the girl with light golden hair suddenly let out a soft gasp, her cicada-wing-like eyelids fluttered a few times, and her pair of emerald green eyes slowly opened.

"Miss Freya, you're awake?" Ye Xiao saw Freya squinting, like a kitten basking in the sun in its bed, and couldn't help but reach out and wave his hand in front of her beautiful face.

Although it seems a bit inappropriate to greet someone like this after smashing their head in, as long as Ye Xiao isn't embarrassed, it's the other person who will be embarrassed.

"Mr. Ye...?" Freya looked somewhat dazed.

"...Why do you look so confused?"

“That’s normal. Mr. Ye, you probably realized in the end that what was acting as a god at that time wasn’t actually Freya’s own consciousness,” Greta said from the side.

Upon hearing this, Ye Xiao glanced at Greta and curled his lips, "Goodness, you weren't spying on me the whole time, were you? I was shot dead back then, couldn't you have helped me out?"

"You have the nerve to say that! If you hadn't kept pushing me away..." Greta suddenly got angry and reached out to pinch Ye Xiao's waist. "...Fine, it's good that you're dead. I'll just drag your soul down to hell."

"Agh! What are you doing!" Ye Xiao screamed in agony. "Sending me to hell is too cruel!"

"Um... what are you talking about..." Freya rubbed her head, feeling a sense of unreality, as if she had just woken up after a long sleep, as she watched the subtle exchange between the two. "...Is Mr. Ye's match about to begin?"

For some reason, a faint sense of loss lingered in her heart.

"The match? Oh... the match is over." Ye Xiao pried open Greta's restless little hands to protect his waist; this girl was surprisingly strong.

"So...did you win...?" Freya asked anxiously.

Looking into those concerned, bright green eyes, Ye Xiao suddenly felt a bitter feeling she couldn't quite describe.

For an adventurer who has seen life and death many times, this seems a bit pretentious.

But... Ye Xiao still felt a little depressed. No matter how many times he experienced it, he still couldn't help feeling depressed.

He opened his mouth slightly, hesitated for a few seconds, and finally replied softly, "Yes, we won."

"That industrial construction association..."

"We've also been to the Industrial Engineering Society," Ye Xiao said in a low voice. "Actually... it's all over. You slept for a bit too long."

"Huh?" Freya looked confused.

Suddenly, she seemed to realize something, and frowned slightly as she looked at the pink-haired maid beside her.

“It’s not my fault that you’re not thinking straight,” Greta said, her hands clasped to her chest. “Don’t blame everything on me.”

Freya was a little confused. What was going on? How could she have slept for so long? By the way, what time is it now?

"How are you feeling?" Ye Xiao suddenly asked.

"I……?"

"Hmm, how are you feeling... have you had any dreams or anything?"

"Now that you mention it... it does seem like I had a very long dream..." Freya felt her head was still a little dizzy, "but I can't quite remember it... Anyway, what happened after I fell asleep?"

Ye Xiao and the maid looked at each other in bewilderment.

Then Greta turned her head away rather unkindly, saying, "I don't know."

Ye Xiao resisted the urge to smash the little maid's head, and after thinking hard for a while, he began to tell his story in detail.

……

Regardless of the absurd story Ye Xiao fabricated for the awakened Freya, which completely fooled the naive girl, the three of them finally left the Elysium after chatting idly in the empty arena.

According to Greta, the Colosseum has lost its purpose in attracting the gods to the Society of Craftsmen, and it will probably be converted into other venues.

Freya planned to return to the sanctuary first. When she realized that she had slept for a whole day and night, she was a little dazed.

However, before that, Ye Xiao naturally gave Freya a heads-up, since Freya seemed to be completely unaware of what had happened at the Holy Temple Square.

But he didn't go into too much detail, since theoretically, from his perspective, he shouldn't know too much about what was happening in the Cathedral Square. Although a mirror image of the city was created, from that distance, the people in the square looked like ants, so there certainly wasn't much information to be seen.

Let's switch to Ella's perspective and handle this after Freya gets there.

The layers of clouds that had gathered above the imperial city have completely dissipated, and now it is a clear and sunny afternoon.

Ye Xiao strolled along the bustling Anstan Street, and for the first time, he felt a rare moment of leisure.

I'm definitely a bit tired these past few days. Li Cheng's side is probably pretty much done with work too. Maybe I can invite the brothers who survived the ordeal out for a meal together to relieve the tension we've been feeling lately.

Also, invite Ella along to complete the delivery of that "investigation mission".

Thinking of the missions, Ye Xiao first brought up the mission panel in his mind. The missions "Beast Fighting Champion" and "Hopeful Paradise" were both shown as completed.

The reward also relieved Ye Xiao, who was short of money, from his immediate crisis.

He then brought up the social panel and saw dozens of unread messages flashing on it.

What the heck? Am I being cyberbullied?

He frowned and clicked on it, only to find that it was all messages from Li Cheng:

【The Saintess's Dog 2: The Saintess is so beautiful】