The Villain Saint is my secondary account

I saw Princess Aslan's image in my previous life, and it was quite good. I don't need to pay this fee in this life.

Thinking about this, Ella suddenly realized something—the Temple Square incident didn't seem to have happened in her previous life?

However, she had never heard of Freya in her previous life... If nothing unexpected happened, Freya was most likely killed by Ella from her previous life. That Ella was different from her current self; anyone who didn't suit her tastes was probably eliminated, let alone someone like Freya who could cause controversy.

Just like a butterfly flapping its wings, perhaps because of her, the whole world is quietly changing in this lifetime.

Afterwards, Ella tried searching for keywords related to Stormport to see if there was any information. However, it seems that players do not yet have the ability to uncover some information that may still be buried deep within.

In another year or two, the player community's penetration into this world will be quite exaggerated. At that time, player guilds specializing in intelligence will be even more powerful than many long-established native intelligence organizations.

After browsing the community, Ella planned to go to the arena to grind for points. In fact, except when Ye Xiao was particularly busy, she would go to the arena to check her ranking before going to bed. Due to her skills, which far exceeded the overall level of players, she was the undisputed number one in the arena, wielding her staff and smashing things around. High-ranking players had a deep impression of this little mage wearing a fox mask.

She chose to keep the player's name anonymous on the leaderboard, which is why the name "Midnight Snack" didn't become too widely known.

The Saintess is already quite famous; if her player names become famous as well, it might attract unnecessary trouble.

However, Ye Xiao was still busy with some things at this time, so she could only consider continuing the strategy for Evans's memory mission and see if she could use her last bit of mental energy to get through the Bards battle.

Leaving aside Ella's adventures in other people's memories, where she fought and died, Ye Xiao was also at his wits' end looking at the chaotic scene in the private room of the Adventurer's Guild Hall in the West District.

If it were just like usual, drinking with Li Cheng, that would be fine. If they got drunk, we could just leave them here and they would naturally wake up the next day.

But tonight there's an extra deadly drunkard.

At this moment, Ye Xiao's pink-and-white-haired maid was sitting on him, holding a beer glass, grabbing his collar and shoving beer into his mouth. It was no longer just beer; she was practically shoving the glass into his mouth.

"...Stop...Help me..."

Ye Xiao struggled and tried to resist, but his good brother Li Cheng was sleeping like a dead pig, lying motionless on the table, muttering things like "tentacles" and "saintess".

When Greta is drunk, she seems to emanate a strange mental influence, causing those around her to drink incessantly until they are completely drunk, as if under a drunkard's spell.

This resulted in other guild members either becoming delirious and dancing wildly on the sidelines or getting drunk, or they had already been brutally attacked by the little maid and were unconscious.

"Why won't you drink! Why won't you drink!" Greta's face was flushed, seemingly very dissatisfied that Ye Xiao hadn't finished the glass. She grabbed the glass back and gulped down a few more mouthfuls. After finishing, she shoved the empty glass into Ye Xiao's mouth, pinching his lips with her other hand. "Drink up!"

The little maid's strength was simply outrageous. Ye Xiao, who was pinned to the ground, was on the verge of tears. His face was almost flattened by the cup. He tried his best with both hands, but he still couldn't push the little maid off his waist.

You, a demon god, can get drunk? Fine, but how come your drinking manners are so terrible...?

"With the Blue Dragon River at our backs, drinking is like drinking soup!" A male and female player next to us were also holding up their wine glasses, humming along as they danced the Yangko, as if providing background music for this wonderful scene.

The whole scene was absolutely chaotic.

Fortunately, Gladys seemed to realize that her glass was empty, so she threw it away and scanned the room with her slightly narrowed golden eyes, spotting the wine barrel in the corner.

With a flick of her finger, a force field spell was created at will, and the wine barrel floated over like a balloon. Then, Greta's small hand grabbed it and was about to shove it into Ye Xiao's face.

Seeing this, Ye Xiao's eyes widened in fury. If this thing were pressed against his face, it would be terrible. A dent in his nose would be the least of his worries. He'd probably be reporting to Ella's place in no time.

"Lady Greta, please calm down! I really can't drink anymore!" Ye Xiao was covered in cold sweat.

"Who are you calling...?" Greta asked, looking confused. "Who else wants a drink?"

"I'm calling you, I'm calling you, Lord Mammon, please spare my life!" Ye Xiao looked at the teetering wine barrel, his heart trembling.

"Hmm... You insist on being fed by me personally..." Greta gripped the enormous wine barrel with one hand, and the strength in her fingers made Ye Xiao feel that if his head were in her palm, it would probably have exploded.

After a moment of dizziness, the little maid suddenly picked up the wine barrel again and gulped it down until her little mouth was completely full. Then she put the wine barrel down, cupped Ye Xiao's face in her hands, and was about to put her own mouth on it.

Although Greta's chubby cheeks looked cute, Ye Xiao knew that taking a bite would definitely not be a pleasant experience. He pressed his hands against the little maid's approaching head, vehemently resisting, "No, Master!!!"

Greta Adam, whose cheek was pressed against his, immediately sprayed Ye Xiao's face with a "poof," the pungent smell of honey and alcohol making it almost impossible for Ye Xiao to open his eyes.

Then, he felt something pressing down on his chest. He wiped his face and looked up slightly, only to see that pink-haired little head resting on his chest, emitting a soft snore, like a tiny ball of yarn.

"Phew..." Ye Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, lay on the floor, and stared blankly at the flickering candlelight on the ceiling.

Chapter Sixty-Seven: Judgment Day

Ella spent the entire night reminiscing about the Nabardes battle at the Sanctuary; it was a veritable meat grinder.

The Knights Templar, numbering in the thousands, fought the barbarians down to a few hundred.

With over 60% of my mental energy spent, I died three times just defending that village front. After finally getting through, there was still a counterattack afterward, which was absolutely deadly.

If we disregard divine powers, Evans's combat talent alone should far surpass Ella's. In the brutal battlefield of the memories, even with her war experience from her previous life and familiarity with the process, Ella was still dying repeatedly, while Evans actually completed the game in one life.

However, he was, after all, someone who could become the Archbishop of the Imperial Holy Temple. At that time, among the younger generation of the Holy Temple, he was undoubtedly one of the top swordsmen.

In addition, Ella was somewhat unaccustomed to the terrain, the Templar army's discipline, and the climate—she had hardly participated in any battles in the North in her previous life, and heaven knows that in such heavy snow, a newly acquired Templar longsword would break after only a couple of swings if not properly polished with protective oil before battle; and those inconspicuous snow pits, if you weren't careful during a fight, you could easily slip and fall, and be immediately beheaded…

All I can say is that this battlefield is full of pitfalls. If you charge in headfirst, you're basically trading your life for experience. You can't even hide and slack off, or you'll fail to synchronize.

Fortunately, completing a small task rewards you with some Templar sword skills, and you can even continuously practice these skills to improve your proficiency, so it's not a bad deal, otherwise it would be too torturous.

Exhausted of her mental energy, Ella finally drifted off to sleep, clutching her pillow in a daze.

……

The next day arrived just like that.

Judgment Day.

As dawn broke, the restored Cathedral Square showed virtually no trace of yesterday's battle.

The Loren royal family's envoys and guards arrived at the main gate of the outer wall of the sanctuary early in the morning to negotiate with the sanctuary priests regarding the release of the second prince.

Theoretically speaking, imprisoning a prince in a dungeon for a day and two nights was indeed a considerable punishment.

The indecent attitude towards the saintess was not a particularly heinous crime. Although the others were suspected of participating in heresy, they were only witnesses and there was not enough solid evidence. Even though Ella really wanted to lock this guy up until he died, she had to consider releasing him from the perspective of the majority.

Moreover, the royal family knew they were in the wrong and did not exert pressure. They simply sent some guards and envoys with gifts to seek peace and apologize, which was quite a show of respect.

However, just as Ella finished dressing and cleaning herself, on her way to the prison tower, a Templar Knight guarding the side gate of the outer wall ran over to tell her that another member of the royal family was requesting an audience on the other side, and specifically stated that it was Ella who was requesting the audience.

This puzzled her; why would the royal family specifically send two groups to request an audience, one group through the main gate and the other through the side gate?

So Ella simply had the Templars bring this group of people into the chapel first.

When Ella saw who it was, she wasn't so surprised.

It was a black-haired girl with purple eyes whose face was wrapped in bandages, wearing a gorgeous purple-black dress, accompanied by a maid and an old butler in a tailcoat holding a satin-trimmed parasol for her.

"Good morning, Your Highness Lilia. You seem to be feeling much better." Ella greeted the adorable little princess. Since there were many people around, she wasn't sure if Lilia intended to reveal that her "illness" had been cured, so it was better to pretend she didn't know.

"Good morning, Your Majesty. Thanks to Your Majesty, my health is slowly recovering." In front of outsiders, the Second Princess maintained a very dignified and elegant demeanor, but her large eyes, peeking out from between her bandages, stared intently at Ella. "I've come here mainly to discuss some important matters with Your Majesty in private. May I ask if we can speak in private?"

Ella nodded and led Lilia into a nearby missionary room, where she had the Templar Knights guard the door and added a soundproofing array.

In the quiet room where the beautiful sunlight shone through the glass windows, Lilia, who was alone with Ella, couldn't wait to reveal her true form—with a fervent cry of "My God!", the delicate girl leaped at Ella like a hungry wolf pouncing on a white rabbit.

"Oh, okay, okay..." Ella skillfully pressed down on Lilia's restless head, whose nose was still rubbing against Ella's body and sniffing like a hamster. "So what's the matter that you came all this way?"

“I’ve come to see Ken Betis, Your Majesty.” Lilia, now satisfied, finally looked up, her eyes filled with a dreamy look. “He’s the Second Prince you locked up at the banquet.”

"Oh, so you're here to ask to be taken out too?"

“No, I’m here to help you make a decision,” Lilia smiled.

"Huh? What decision?" Ella asked, somewhat puzzled.

“You’ll see soon enough.” Lilia’s small hand reached out and touched Ella’s lower back. “Let me stick it on for a little while longer, then we’ll go to the dungeon to see him.”

"Stop sticking on her! Your royal envoys are still waiting at the main gate." Ella quickly pried Lilia's hands off. She had realized that once this little princess started taking advantage of her, it would never stop. "So you're coming to the dungeon too?"

"Mmm-hmm." Lilia nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"I'm afraid this isn't in accordance with the regulations," Ella said, stroking her chin with a troubled expression.

Lilia immediately took advantage of Ella's momentary pause, pulling her closer again. "It's okay, I can wait outside the prison tower... Ah, it smells so good..."

The two girls tugged at each other in the room for a while before Ella finally straightened her clothes and walked out of the mission room with a slightly flushed face and an elegant Lilia.

Just as she had said, Lilia stood guard outside the tower with the old butler and the maid, while Ella led a group of Templar Knights down to the dungeon and met Ken Betis, who was imprisoned in a cell.

For the crime of molesting the saintess, Ken Betis received a good beating from the Templars, so his messy hair and bruised face indicated that he hadn't had a good time these past two days.

Upon seeing Ella, he immediately bowed respectfully and sincerely apologized for what happened that night: "Your Holiness, your beauty is too outstanding. I was indeed momentarily bewitched and made an indecent move. I sincerely beg your forgiveness."

It's quite remarkable that he could speak such refined language with his lisp.

But the Second Prince has always been vengeful, something Ella knows very well. Even now, all she can see in his deep-set eyes is sincerity and repentance, which only shows that he is a good actor.

But killing him for this reason is unnecessary. It would offend the royal family and make him appear bloodthirsty. Punishing a minor offense is fine, but killing the second prince would be going too far...

Strange... why do I keep having the thought of killing him?

Seeing the Second Prince being escorted out of the prison by the Templar Knights, Ella was suddenly startled.

Chapter Sixty-Eight: Taking Charges for You

Ella prides herself on not being a bloodthirsty person. Although she is decisive when she does take action, she also considers the reasons and consequences before doing so.

However… the urge to “kill the Second Prince” was like a strange, persistent impulse that grew stronger as the group walked down the dungeon corridors.

Am I affected by mental magic?

Ella frowned, her eyes scanning her surroundings warily.

There were only four Templar Knights and the wounded Second Prince nearby; they didn't notice anything else.

Judgment Day... the Second Prince... Judgment Day... Ken Betis...

It seemed as if some thought was fermenting in her mind. It wasn't a feeling of being forcibly manipulated or having her emotions stirred up, but rather a very subtle suggestion that gave Ella the delicate illusion that "killing Ken Betis" was something that should be done, something that was reasonable.

She could suppress the thought and do nothing, simply letting the Second Prince walk out of the dungeon, but a sense of unease would arise within her that "it shouldn't be like this."

What on earth is going on? A strange sense of foreboding welled up in Ella's heart.

The corridor wasn't long, and the place where the second prince was imprisoned wasn't deep either. Just a few steps away, the gate of the tower was right in front of them.

The consequences of killing the Second Prince are clearly beyond what we can bear now. The Holy Church will break ties with the royal family, and the rumors and controversies about the Holy Maiden possibly being an evil god, which were finally suppressed during the Holy Church Square incident, may also erupt because of her impulsiveness.

She has no reason, and absolutely cannot, to kill Ken Bettis at this time.

But the sense of foreboding lingered in her mind and wouldn't go away. As she watched Ken Betis walk out of the tower's gate, she always had a feeling that something terrible was about to happen.

"Wait a moment." Ella suddenly spoke up as the Templar Knights escorted the second prince, dressed in prison garb, with one foot stepping out the threshold.

The Templars immediately stopped and stood at attention, and Ken Betis, who had just stepped out, was forcibly pulled back into the doorway.

The atmosphere was subtle and quiet. The Templars did not know what the Holy Maiden was going to do, but they would faithfully obey her orders.

As for Ken Betis, the second prince simply stood there looking haggard, his eyes showing only weakness but no other emotions such as panic.

What on earth is going on... Ella rubbed her temples, feeling very uncomfortable with this eerie feeling as if she were shrouded in some kind of mystery.

It should have been an ordinary day, with ordinary things to do, but as she continued doing things in such a reasonable way, she had the illusion that everything was beyond repair.

She vaguely remembered having a dream in which she was reminded to kill Ken Bettis...

But... if someone kills someone just because of a dream, ignoring the consequences and rationale, that's just too absurd.

Especially after learning about the Dream God, she became increasingly suspicious of the information appearing in her dreams.

A tiny black flame flickered at Ella's fingertips, but it quickly went out; she was quite hesitant.

Should one kill for a vague and unattainable dream? Risk the reputation one has worked so hard to build, causing the Holy Temple and the Royal Family to break ties, and even triggering turmoil throughout the entire capital?

Are the words you hear in your dream a reminder about fate, or a trap set by the eerie dream god?

I can't tell them apart... how can I possibly tell them apart...?

Ella bit her lip, remaining vigilant and suspicious, but it was like a plot that had suddenly reached a crucial fork in the road without any prior warning, leaving her wondering how to make a choice.

She gave no instructions, and the Templars and Ken Betis stood by the tower's gate, not daring to make a move.

“Your Holiness, you truly understand yourself best.” Suddenly, Lilia’s soft voice came from beside him. “But you don’t need to worry, leave this to me.”

As soon as she finished speaking, a figure flashed past Ella's eyes.

Even Ella, who wasn't using Cynthia's divine authority to enhance her attributes, couldn't clearly see the swordsman's strikes, let alone the four Templar Knights who were merely guarding the prison.

A flash of cold light, and the splattered blood left a mark on the tower gate like a stroke of ink. The eyes of the accompanying Templar Knights, still dazed beneath their helmets, were already on the ground when Ken Betis's head, with its wide-open, incredulous eyes, fell to the ground.

All of this happened too suddenly. Apart from Ella, who had a premonition the moment she saw the butler's figure appear in her field of vision, the rest of the sanctuary were completely unprepared.

That sword strike was incredibly fast.

But whether it was truly so fast that even an instant-cast miracle mage's time-space magic couldn't stop it, Ella didn't know.

Because she didn't even try; she just quietly watched everything happen, as if that was what she subconsciously hoped for.