The Villain Saint is my secondary account

In the study, Ella sipped her afternoon tea with her little feet up, while Marquis Mocardode, standing respectfully beside her, had a complicated expression, opening and closing his mouth intermittently, as if he had something to say.

"What's wrong?"

Ella put down her teacup, noticed Marquis Mocardo's expression, and casually asked.

"Well... Your Holiness, as I understand it, you exorcised the black snakes from my wife and daughter, and saved Celinedra and His Highness Femisil... You were clearly the one in the right, so why did you resort to such an easily misunderstood method..."

Mokadod was puzzled. He had seen Ella summon black tentacles used to heal human injuries, but this was the first time he had seen them used to monitor words and actions and control lives.

Logically speaking, if surveillance and control were needed, shouldn't the Holy Maiden first feed a clump of tentacles to the leader of this key faction in the coup?

"That was just a last resort."

Ella explained.

“But… Reinhardt should know Princess Serendra. Princess Serendra was previously an apprentice knight in the Sky Knights and is admired by many. If you could let him meet with Princess Serendra, you might be able to persuade him directly.”

Marquis Mokadode said with trepidation.

"Um?……"

Ella was slightly taken aback, and then her face immediately fell.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Chapter 200 Sweet Bait

night.

Reinhardt led his team back to the palace, still pondering the events of the morning.

Marquis Mocardod is colluding with the witch; she must be plotting something.

He should have reported the matter to the palace, but his two knight teammates might also have died as a result.

While it is reasonable to sacrifice the lives of a few for the stability of the country, Reinhardt simply could not bring himself to make such a firm decision.

He felt he had no right to decide other people's fates, but he also couldn't possibly persuade his two teammates to sacrifice their lives for their country.

That's where things get stuck; it seems there's no perfect solution at all.

Reinhardt initially thought that upholding justice meant taking up his sword and defeating everything that was condemned as evil.

But now it seems that staying true to himself is far more difficult than he imagined.

Of course, he could also pray that the palace had discovered the matter long ago and was already prepared.

This is not impossible; otherwise, why would Her Majesty the Queen specifically ask him to lead a team to investigate Marquis Mocardod?

Reinhardt tried to convince himself of this, but the inner torment did not lessen in the slightest.

This is also why he has remained silent all the way since leaving the Marquis's mansion.

The other noble knights in the group were still whispering among themselves, but he was too lazy to pay attention to what they were saying.

The procession slowly crossed the inner river bridge connecting the main gate of the palace, where two rows of royal attendants came out to greet them warmly.

"By order of Her Majesty the Queen, the Knight Commander may wait in the side hall alone for a report."

Most of the knights in the team whistled happily upon hearing this, because it meant their mission for the day was over and they didn't have to work overtime anymore; the captain could simply report the results.

Only two teammates glanced at Reinhardt with concern. Reinhardt noticed their gazes and could only nod helplessly, indicating that he would not reveal the matter.

It won't happen for now.

Reinhardt thought to himself.

A group of royal attendants led Reinhardt to a large hall in the side hall. Upon arrival, Reinhardt noticed that the knight squad leaders who had been assigned to investigate other territories were also gathered here.

"Please wait here for a moment, the steward will be here soon."

This mission involves investigating the loyalty of the lords surrounding the capital, which requires these knight commanders to report directly to the royal steward.

After giving Reinhardt a brief introduction, the well-dressed attendant warmly shook his hand.

"By the way, are you Lord Reinhardt? My younger brother also studies at the Knight Academy, and he is a big fan of yours."

"what?"

Reinhardt instinctively shook hands with the other person, his conflicted thoughts interrupted, and a forced smile appeared on his handsome face. "Haha, you flatter me..."

Reinhardt's expression changed slightly as he spoke.

After shaking hands, the attendant bowed respectfully and left in a hurry, as if he had other things to attend to.

Reinhardt watched the other person leave, but gently lowered his right hand, quietly opening it again in the corner of his eye.

In his palm was a crumpled piece of paper, which the servant had secretly slipped to him during their handshake.

Reinhardt was somewhat puzzled, but considering all the things that had happened in the capital recently, he walked to a secluded corner of the hall, and after making sure no one was watching, he unfolded the note with his thumb.

"If you want to know the truth, come to the chapel after the report."

The only thing written on it was this simple sentence, written crookedly.

Reinhardt looked up, trying to find the servant in the hall again, but found that he could no longer see him.

This is too suspicious.

Reinhardt's throat bobbed slightly; he hesitated, wondering whether he should do as the note instructed.

This might be related to the Marquis's affairs, but why give him this note in particular?

Who is the other party, and what is their purpose?

Reinhardt, whose brain was already a mess, now had an even bigger headache.

The royal steward arrived quickly, and thankfully, there were no further problems with the subsequent reports.

After being asked a few questions and answering them, Reinhardt left the hall. But instead of heading straight for the main entrance, he inexplicably wandered around to a courtyard on the side of the tower.

He finally decided to go and take a look at the place indicated on the note. He had too many questions in his mind. He had finally managed to enter the palace, and if he missed this opportunity, he might never have another chance.

Besides, since he was already cursed by the witch, he would accept being occupied.

As a knight, Reinhardt had no experience with stealth. He strode along the road, and could only puff out his chest and pretend that he was on the right track before anyone suspected him.

However, perhaps his upright character did have a misleading effect, because the guards he occasionally encountered on the road did not actually stop him.

The Royal Chapel is located behind the main building. Its winding, pointed towers, which should have been magnificent, now appear somewhat menacing in the night.

The tower's doors were tightly shut, but its windows were brightly lit.

Are they still praying at this time?

Reinhardt was slightly puzzled, yet found it somewhat difficult to approach and observe.

There were significantly more royal guards here than in other parts of the palace, patrolling in small groups in the galleries and courtyards. Reinhardt really had no way to get around them.

But as the saying goes, something unusual is bound to happen. Other places, even the royal family’s palaces, don’t have that many guards. It doesn’t seem right that a royal palace chapel has so many sentries.

The problem is, how can we get through without being detected?

Reinhardt keenly sensed something amiss and was pondering it when a large hand suddenly patted his shoulder.

"who!?"

He turned around in shock, never expecting that someone could have silently walked up behind him without him noticing.

However, the tall, muscular figure of the man who appeared in his field of vision soon made him collapse again.

"Commander... Commander."

The newcomer was none other than his boss, Lancelot. The man glanced at Lancelot's embarrassed expression without batting an eye, his voice icy.

"Reinhardt, what are you doing here?"

"Come here and report the results of today's investigation..."

"I'm not asking you why you're in the palace, I'm asking you why you're here?"

Lancelot gripped Reinhardt's shoulder tightly, the force of his grip making Reinhardt feel that if he said the wrong thing, Lancelot would crush his shoulder.

"The mission report should have been completed in the side hall by now, right?"

“You’re right… I…”

Reinhardt clenched the note in his fist behind his back, speechless for a moment, a bead of cold sweat appearing on his forehead.

Chapter 201 The Descent Ceremony

Reinhardt was bad at lying, and right now, his mind was almost blank.

He didn't know what kind of reason he could come up with to fool the commander in front of him, and he even thought about just telling the truth.

However, before he could say anything more, Lancelot, whose face was tense, suddenly revealed a smile.

"You little rascal, you didn't find the restroom and got lost, did you? You're not often in the palace, so the roads here are indeed a bit winding."

"……what?"

Reinhardt was taken aback at first, then hurriedly nodded nervously, "It really is! Haha... Commander, you saw through me!"

He suddenly felt a pang of envy for those noble knights he used to look down on, those who could flatter him with ease. If he were even half as good at flattery as those noble knights, perhaps the atmosphere wouldn't have become so awkward.

Fortunately, Lancelot seemed to trust Reinhardt a lot, and even offered to give him a reason.

This made Reinhardt feel a pang of guilt, and he thought he should probably tell the whole truth.

"The path to the washroom is over there; we're already in the back sanctuary."

"Understood, thank you, Commander."

Reinhardt had no choice but to turn and leave.

He couldn’t find an excuse to enter the chapel, but he remembered that Lancelot seemed to be a devout believer in the earth.

Since the other party is here, are they also going there to pray?

But this is a chapel in the palace, which should be reserved for members of the royal family to worship.

Why did the group leader come here to pay homage?

After walking a short distance, Reinhardt became confused and turned back to see if Lancelot had really gone to the chapel.

However, it would have been better if he hadn't turned around. When he did, he was shocked to see that tall, strong figure standing motionless in the shadows like a sculpture, his eyes still staring straight at his back.

It wasn't exactly ferocious, but its expressionless face was unsettling.

The once-respected commander now stood silently in the shadows, which gave Reinhardt a chill for a moment.

He quickly turned back, swallowing hard.

He had walked about ten steps away. Was the other person just staring at his back like that the whole time?

The thought of such a scene filled Reinhardt with intense unease.

He didn't know if the other person was still staring at him, but he felt as if countless needles were pricking his back.

He tried to quicken his pace but was afraid of being noticed, so his feet were twisted together like a pretzel.

Only after walking through the long corridor and reaching the corner, and confirming that the other person could not see him, did he lean against the wall and take a soft breath.

Why do I feel so uneasy?

Reinhardt didn't quite understand. To be honest, nothing particularly eerie had happened, but he just felt that something was off.

He lingered in the same spot for half a minute before cautiously peeking back out with one eye while clinging to the base of the wall.

This time, the imposing, sculptural figure had vanished, leaving only two vases at the end of the courtyard.

Reinhardt hesitated for a moment, then took another step and walked back.

All these strange occurrences made him even more eager to investigate the situation in the chapel.

This time, however, he was very cautious and did not go directly to the front. Instead, he climbed over the veranda and sneaked into the flowerbed next to it, tiptoeing towards the chapel not far away.

Although he had never trained as an assassin, he still possessed the foundation of a Grandmaster.

He concealed his aura and carefully sensed the movements of the nearby guards. Perhaps it was a stroke of luck, but he actually managed to pass through those patrolling guards.

Until he reached the towering chapel, he circled around to the back door and, in the darkness, used his agility to climb up to the skylight high above, like a nimble monkey.

When Reinhardt was a child in the countryside, he often climbed trees and houses with a group of friends when he was naughty. He never expected that after so many years, he would find that old-fashioned feeling again.