The Villain Saint is my secondary account

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Holy crap, something seems off.

[That old bastard High Priest is causing trouble!!]

[Don't ever come to the Cathedral Square! Damn it, don't ever come here! It's hell on earth!]

[I'm doomed... Bro, I'm going first... Also, after you see this message, please burn that bag in my hotel room for me.]

Goodbye, brother. I can't believe we have to part ways after only a few days... Oh right, don't look at the picture books in my bag. If you want them, buy your own. Don't look at mine. Remember to burn them all for me.

[Damn it, that old man is about to attack the Holy Maiden!]

Wait... there seems to be a glimmer of hope! Don't burn my bag yet!

[Holy crap, the Holy Maiden has turned evil! Is this for real? I feel like I'm watching a movie, bro!]

[Holy crap, the Saintess is so cool!!!]

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[That old bastard got a beating from the Holy Maiden, hahaha!]

Ah, the mud summoned by the Holy Maiden has overwhelmed me!

Long live the Holy Maiden!!!

"..." Ye Xiao felt for the first time that words could be so noisy.

[Late Night Snack: Don't go crazy in my chat, bro]

[The Saintess's Dog 2: Holy crap, buddy, where have you been? You haven't replied to any of my messages!]

[Late Night Snack: It's a long story, and things seem quite dramatic on your end too. How about we grab dinner together tonight and chat?]

[The Saintess's Dog 2: Perfect, perfect, relax a bit. You have no idea, today the Saintess truly descended from heaven...]

[Late-night snack: Okay, okay, I got it, don't go crazy]

Ye Xiao smiled and closed the chat window, her somewhat depressed mood seemingly relieved.

At the same time, he was also curious about what the bag in Li Cheng's mouth was for.

"Why are you suddenly grinning like an idiot while you're walking?" Greta asked suddenly from the side.

"...Why are you still following me?"

"You've ruined my job, where else can I go if I don't follow you?" the maid said matter-of-factly.

"No, you..." Ye Xiao scratched his head, wondering how this dignified demon god could be so idle, "...Doesn't your boss assign you any other work?"

Yes, we're hiring.

"Then why don't you go and recruit them?"

"I'm recruiting right now." A mischievous smile appeared on the little maid's fair and cute round face. "I'll have completed one of my targets once you go to hell."

Ye Xiao's forehead immediately broke out in a cold sweat. "Why don't you reconsider? I have very high requirements. I need five social insurances and one housing fund, a 9-to-5 job with weekends off."

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Greta tilted her head, her golden eyes narrowing slightly, looking mischievous and playful. “But anyway, the principle of us Greedy Scholars is that we will not easily let go of what we have our eyes on… otherwise, how can we live up to the name ‘Greed’?”

Chapter Fifty-Eight: A Quiet Afternoon

At this moment, in the afternoon at the Loren Sanctuary, a group of priests were using holy light magic to help volunteers repair the damaged plaza.

Ella also stood in the ceremonial hall with a blueprint in hand, directing two dark tentacles that rose from the ground to lay stone bricks onto the damaged wall, following the architectural design on the blueprint.

“Well, Lady Heville, although everyone doesn’t mind your other identity and is already working on a revised public announcement,” Bishop William said, wiping the sweat from his brow with a handkerchief, trying to persuade Ella to hand him the drawings, “you still can’t be so… unrestrained. It wouldn’t be appropriate if others outside the Loren Sanctuary saw it.”

“Isn’t this inside the main hall?” Ella scratched her head somewhat embarrassedly. “Besides, my Holy Light magic skills are very poor, so I can’t be of much help without other spells…”

"It's alright, it's alright. You go and rest. We can handle things here."

As he spoke, a giant tentacle next to William slipped because the stone bricks hadn't been properly installed in the hole, and suddenly swept past him, startling him. "Whoa!"

"Eh!?" At the same time, a surprised exclamation suddenly came from beside my ear.

Ella turned her head and saw a bewildered blonde girl standing at the entrance, watching two writhing black tentacles waving left and right inside the hall, her consciousness seemingly frozen.

"Evil...evil...evil god!!!" Freya snapped out of her daze, her eyes wide, and shouted at the people of the Holy Temple who were silently working in the hall, "There's an evil god!? What are you all doing...Aaaaa!!!"

Suddenly, the giant tentacles wrapped around Freya, and the poor girl immediately let out a helpless scream.

“I forgot there’s one more I don’t know.” Ella scratched her little head. “Then, Your Excellency, you go ahead with your work. I’ll go deal with this little commotion.”

"Uh... alright, Lady Havil, please take care." William kept wiping his sweat as he watched Ella lead Freya into the room inside the main hall.

……

"Let me go, you you you...you evil god!!" In the room, Freya, bound to a chair by tentacles, was pale.

Although she had already guessed that Ella had other hidden identities, she never expected that she would dare to use evil magic in broad daylight in the main hall of the sanctuary.

The statue of the God of Light is still watching! This is too arrogant! This is blasphemy!

"Lady Freya, I think there might be some misunderstanding between us."

"Don't come any closer! Ah—God of Light, please protect me, God of Light, please protect me..." Freya looked up at the ceiling, her lips already uttering her final prayer before her sacrifice.

"No, please listen to me first..."

"You evil god, don't even think of corrupting my mind with your delusions! God of Light, protect me, Light..."

"Lord Evans is dead."

"...May the God bless you...what?" Freya suddenly froze.

“Lady Freya… Archbishop and High Priest of the Loren Sanctuary, Evans Arundel, apostasy. He set up a soul-refining array in the Sanctuary Square, attempting to sacrifice the believers who came to participate in the pilgrimage to guide the birth of an evil god… and then… I killed him.” Ella tried to keep her tone gentle, but the coldness of the matter itself could not be eased by her tone.

If it were some kind of tragedy that no one knew about, Ella could at least keep it a secret.

For example, Freya's mother's conspiracy to become a god—revealing this would only increase the girl's sorrow; it might be better to keep it a secret for now than to tell the truth now.

But Evans's affair couldn't be kept secret, because the entire sanctuary knew about it.

Freya will find out sooner or later that Evans is not in the sanctuary. Even if everyone tries to keep it from her, it will only make the girl who is kept in the dark look like a fool.

Although I feel sorry for this poor girl, hiding everything is not protecting her, but rather being cruel to her.

Therefore, there are some truths she must face.

“What…you’re an evil god…you must be lying to me…” Freya’s beautiful eyes were like frozen amber, the lamplight reflecting off them with a clear light, yet they remained motionless, as if devoid of life. “Impossible…Lord Evans couldn’t be…”

“Freya…you should know better than I do,” Ella sighed.

Indeed, Freya was somewhat dazed.

Some things might not actually be dreams. It's just that she forcibly categorized some memories she didn't want to face into dreams.

Seeing that the girl stopped moving, Ella gently waved her hand, and the tentacles bound to the chair turned into a puddle of mud and sank into the ground.

“I… Lord Evans…” Freya murmured softly, then covered her somewhat haggard face with her hands.

At first, she sobbed softly and intermittently, but soon it turned into wailing.

"Sigh." Ella sat down on another chair, casually sealing the door with a dark black soundproofing magic circle with one hand, and resting her cheek on her other hand, quietly watching the girl cry.

……

It's evening.

As the sun sets, the streets of the imperial city remain bustling.

Ye Xiao walked down the street in the West District with his "maid".

Unable to dissuade Greta, Ye Xiao had no choice but to let the little devil put on a travel cloak and follow him to the Adventurer's Guild Hall.

It's better to have them out in the open than to be secretly followed by this guy.

Besides, Ye Xiao's impression of Greta wasn't too bad, after all, he turned the tide by using someone else's props at the crucial moment. More importantly, although the "Crow of Mammon" cost a lot of gold coins, it was really fun to use. Ye Xiao wanted to keep that thing in his hands for a while longer.

With this selfish motive in mind, he felt even more embarrassed to forcibly drive others away.

He simply couldn't understand why Greta was so obsessed with maid dresses.

Wearing an extra cloak over her shoulders seemed to be the little maid's last act of defiance.

"Isn't it pretty?" Greta simply replied to Ye Xiao's question.

"Um...it looks good..." Ye Xiao's lips twitched.

But you're a demon god, sister... Of course, he wouldn't dare say that unless he was willing to risk his life.

"As long as it looks good, that's all that matters."

Along the way, Greta darted and skipped around the streets.

I'd browse through any fancy shop, my light, flowing skirt fluttering like a black and white butterfly.

The pink-haired girl took a few steps and suddenly leaned against a shop window, her eyes shining. "Wow, I want this! Buy it for me!"

"No way, how dare you ask me to pay after you've eaten so many of my gold coins?" Ye Xiao almost had a stroke.

"That's different; it's a different sentiment."

"What could be different? Wait a minute, did you read some strange book somewhere?"

“Oh, I had other otherworldly servants draw picture books for me when I was bored.” Gladys stared at the necklace in the shop window and bit her finger. “Ah, no, it was Lord Mammon who had his servants draw picture books… no, well, I just picked them up to look at them anyway.”

"Your explanations of your identity are getting more and more perfunctory." Ye Xiao felt like he might be having some kind of illusion. It seemed that this God of Greed had become even more unrestrained since he took off his mask.

Chapter Fifty-Nine Evening Party

After a long struggle, Ye Xiao finally managed to get Greta to continue forward at the cost of losing one and a half silver coins.

Seriously, even decades ago, walking a Shiba Inu on the streets of Earth wasn't this difficult.

As expected of the God of Greed, he even coveted that little bit of silver coin...

Ye Xiao was still grumbling to himself when he saw the little maid come over, grab Ye Xiao's hand, and stuff something into his hand.

"What is this...?" Ye Xiao weighed the object in her palm; it looked like a small ring.

“Your staff was burned out, wasn’t it?” Greta said with a smile. “This ring can channel magic like a staff.”

[Item: Granx's Experimental Spell Amplifier]

[Description: An arcane tool used to assist in the exploration of a certain classical magic, but due to a lack of necessary fragments, it remained an experimental object.]

Ye Xiao grasped the ring, paused for a moment, and immediately checked the amount of gold coins in the spatial ring before searching his body for anything else.

"...What are you doing?" Greta asked, unable to contain herself.

"You gave me this..." Ye Xiao's forehead was covered in cold sweat. "I clearly don't remember making any similar transactions... Could it be that my memory is also failing me?"

"What deal..." Greta was stunned for a moment, then flew into a rage and grabbed Ye Xiao's waist, "What do you take me for! Give it back if you don't want it!"

"Aaaaaah! Don't resort to violence so easily, sir!!" Ye Xiao immediately screamed again.

……

When the two finally arrived at the guild hall, a figure wearing a black cloak was already waiting for them in a secluded corner near the entrance.

This is Ella, who naturally covered up her conspicuous hair.

The incident at the Sanctuary Square had just ended. Although those outside the square didn't know what had happened inside the barrier, Ella still had to conceal her conspicuous appearance just in case.

As for the people in the square... although she had expected it, Ella was still speechless when she checked her follower panel and saw the countless names inside.

Although they are called believers, in reality they have only established a connection. Others pray to the God of Light, not to her.

Upon seeing Ye Xiao and Greta arrive at the door, Ella stepped out of the shadows and silently walked to Ye Xiao's side.

Normally, Ye Xiao wouldn't have bothered to say hello since it was "himself," but with Greta nearby, he had to put on an act. Otherwise, it would seem a bit strange for someone to suddenly appear and walk with him.

"Oh, good evening," Ye Xiao said softly.

Ella nodded slightly in response, feeling a little awkward about being too polite to herself.

But the little maid standing next to him was immediately puzzled and looked at Ye Xiao in a low voice, "Hey, is this your friend? You only nodded when you greeted him. That's so rude."

Just as Ye Xiao was about to complain about how this person had the nerve to say such a thing, he saw Greta's nose suddenly twitch, like a hamster catching the scent of food: "Huh, this person actually has the aura of a god."

"You can smell that?"