The villainous young master just wants to live a Buddhist-like life.

Chapter 865 The Kind Guide and the Silent All-Woman (4k)

　Unlike the "Saint Son," whose appearance and temperament perfectly blend into the academy, it seems that the "Saint Daughter" has an even more outstanding temperament.

　But I really hope she can be like Mr. "Saint Son" and not attract so much attention.

　Dak couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

　He had observed the two of them as early as last year's Demon King's execution ceremony.

　After that brief encounter, he became even more convinced of his judgment.

　When "saint son" and "saint daughter" are imbued with religious connotations, they inherently evoke a sense of transcendence from the mundane world.

　The education at the Holy Mystic Academy is clearly shaping them in that direction.

　This artificial shaping is particularly evident in Evan Pearson.

　Evan Pearson himself was also trying his best to portray this role. However, he ended up looking like a cat instead of a tiger.

　A cat can't turn into a tiger.

　In contrast, Audrey Joan of Arc was a born saint. "We should go see her."

　Darke tried to get Evan Pearson's attention by saying, "Let's go, maybe we'll run into him in the garden."

　Evan Pearson asked, "Who?" Darke replied, "Witt Gold."

　The "Saint" Audrey Joan of Arc caused quite a stir.

　Before long, the news of the "Saintess's" arrival will spread throughout the entire academy.

　At that time, not only Victor God, but all the students of the Knight Academy will come to join in the fun.

　Of course, Dak also wanted to just watch the show without doing anything.

　But his current identity is more than just that of a student. "What happened over there?" Evan Pearson asked. Darke replied, "The Saintess is over there."

　Evan Pearson's eyes widened in surprise: "She's been discovered."

　Dark said, "Probably. Anyway, it's caused quite a stir, we need to go check it out."

　"Is that so?" Evan Pearson muttered to himself as he followed, head bowed. After crossing the corridor, Darke quickened his pace.

　Aurora stayed close to him, a hint of worry on her face.

　Things actually turned out unexpectedly.

　Evan Pearson and Audrey Joan probably both wanted to take a stroll around St. Mary's College without attracting attention.

　But whatever the reason, they were naturally discovered.

　Moreover, Audrey Joan of Arc's condition was clearly more serious.

　When Dak and his companions reached the back of the castle, they saw that the vibrant spring garden was already packed with students.

　Some students even rode flying-type magical spirits, peering inside with excited expressions.

　Standing outside, they couldn't see what was happening inside. Evan Pearson frowned, his tone accusing, "Is this how you treat guests at St. Mary's Academy?"

　Dark narrowed his eyes and said, "Pearson, it's best not to jump to conclusions before things are clear."

　Evan Pearson, however, seemed to have finally found an opportunity to launch an attack, and smiled slightly, "I hope so."

　Tommy Smith, standing behind him, seemed to think he was in the game again and immediately mocked, "Dimmon, I think we should think about how to get in first."

　Dark raised an eyebrow and turned to look inside.

　Almost immediately, a voice rang out abruptly, "Hehehe, isn't this 'Holy Son' Evan Pearson? So the 'Holy Son' and 'Holy Daughter' have arrived after all. Why are you hiding like a rat?"

　The voice was quite shrill, full of sarcastic and unpleasant tones, making people want to retaliate.

　Evan Pearson was almost immediately enraged. But a flash of blue light between his brows forced him to calm down.

　Instead, it was his guardian knight, Tommy Smith, who suddenly looked up in the direction from which the sound came, a flash of murderous intent crossing his brows, his refined demeanor vanishing completely.

　It seems that his "strategist role" is merely a facade.

　However, all he could see was emptiness. Instead, following his gaze, he noticed students riding on magical spirits instinctively turning their heads, their eyes immediately locking onto them.

　After that, more and more people turned to look at him.

　The students blocking the garden's perimeter seemed to instantly grasp the key point of that statement—"The Holy Son" is right here!

　Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Tommy Smith had no choice but to suppress his murderous intent and stiffly stand in front of Evan Pearson.

　"Gentlemen, can we come in?"

　At this moment, Dak Dimon spoke respectfully and politely.

　At St. Marian Academy, there were probably few people who didn't recognize him. At that moment, someone immediately asked, "Junior Dimon, is that really the 'Holy Child' behind you?"

　Dark turned his head, glanced apologetically at Evan Pearson, and then said, "Yes, this is Evan Pearson, the current Holy Son of the Holy Church Mystic Academy."

　"So this is what the [Holy Son] looks like." "He's actually quite good-looking."

　"I heard he was born in the west, could he be from my hometown?"

　"Is that the guardian knight behind the 'Holy Son'? But he doesn't look very capable!"

　"Wait, should we go say hello, or get a photo or autograph?"

　"Do you think he'd accept if I challenged him to a duel now?" "Wait, he's wearing his second-year noble academy uniform, that might not be enough. Let's try it out on the guardian knight behind him!"

　Almost instantly, a variety of sounds erupted. The crowd in the back garden was immediately divided in two.

　Those who failed to squeeze inside immediately turned around and surrounded Dak and the others.

　Evan Pearson's forehead twitched, and his expression tightened subconsciously, revealing a coldness that kept strangers at bay.

　Seeing everyone gather around, Dark calmly smiled and said, "Seniors, could we go inside?"

　The people blocking the way exchanged glances, then smiled and stepped aside.

　Dark turned around and said, "Pearson, you see, the students in our college are all very kind. Let's go inside and take a look."

　Evan Pearson said coldly, "I want to see what exactly happened!"

　As he spoke, he winked at Tommy Smith beside him. Tommy Smith immediately understood and led the way.

　Dak let him walk past him, happy to follow him in easily.

　The students in front couldn't easily make way, so they summoned flying-type magical spirits or used flying spells to scatter them into the sky.

　In the blink of an eye, a fairly wide road appeared ahead. Dak and his companions quickly crossed this road and arrived at the center of the garden.

　The center of the garden was originally a circular open space, but now, thanks to the effect of the field magic card, there are large square stones.

　In the very center, there is a stone table and stone stools.

　The "Saint" Audrey Joan of Arc sat to one side of the stone table. Just as she had been seen at first glance, Audrey Joan of Arc was like a doll, her eyes indifferent and her face expressionless, as if the things around her were completely irrelevant to her.

　Unlike the indifference portrayed by Evan Pearson, she was genuinely cold, with almost no emotional fluctuations.

　The warm sunlight shone down, giving Audrey's long golden hair a golden-red hue.

　Her eyes were clearly a fiery red, yet they conveyed not a trace of warmth.

　Legend has it that the "Battlefield Saintess" remained unmoved by the killing intent of the battlefield, even after slaying millions of enemies.

　Audrey Joan of Arc seems to be exactly the same.

　Dark's gaze shifted, immediately turning to the students from St. Mary's Academy who were facing him.

　Then he sighed softly and muttered, "How could Emma be in the back garden..."

　Opposite Audrey Joan of Arc stood Emma Metis, the top student of the second-year Knights Academy.

　Emma appeared here alone, not only accurately locating the "Saintess" who should have remained hidden, but also immediately launching a challenge against her.

　Is this a coincidence, or some kind of inevitability?

　Dark was unaware of this, but he was somewhat relieved that the atmosphere in the arena wasn't bad.

　"It seems the Holy Maiden didn't anger her."

　Dark, instinctively putting himself in Emma's shoes, immediately walked inside.

　A large crowd gathered around the table, but a fence was erected around Audrey Joan of Arc to keep the people around her at a distance.

　Joan of Arc's guardian knight stood upright behind her.

　She was a woman with a ponytail, who was both dashing and capable.

　Judging from the school uniform she was wearing, she should be a fourth-grade student.

　She gives the impression of a beautiful and upright female knight. Of course, that's just a facade.

　Perhaps her inner self is a demon of moral depravity.

　"Joan of Arc."

　The first to speak was not Dark, but Evan Pearson, who took two steps past Dark.

　But neither Audrey Joan of Arc nor Emma Metis, who were sitting on either side of the stone table, showed any sign of raising their heads.

　Before them lay a set of military chess that exuded a magical aura.

　Of course, this world cannot only have one type of board game: Magic Chess. In the world of ordinary people, Military Chess, which can demonstrate military strategy and tactics, has always been quite popular.

　However, Audrey and Emma used different military chess pieces.

　This is clearly a chessboard manifested through magic—you could even call it a sandbox.

　The pieces on the sand table are all military units manifested from the magic of both players.

　The battlefield environment on the sand table is constantly evolving based on certain rules. Both sides use magic to materialize and control their units, engaging in fierce battles on this ever-evolving battlefield. The soldiers' roars and the dust storms they create seem almost real.

　This mode of military chess demands an extremely high level of skill in manipulating magic. Dark knew at a glance that this was definitely not a game available for purchase on the market.

　"It looks quite interesting."

　He thought to himself, then relaxed and prepared to stand and watch with the students around him.

　This kind of peaceful verbal exchange is within his acceptable range, and there is no need to stop it.

　He actually wanted to use this opportunity to test the "Saintess's" strength. But when Evan Pearson saw his greeting was ignored, he frowned and asked Audrey's guardian knight, "Jesse, what's going on?"

　Jessie Louise had already noticed his arrival, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Lady Joan of Arc and this classmate named Emma Metis had a dispute about flowers and plants, and somehow it escalated to this point."

　Duck, with his keen observation, noticed a hint of happiness in her expression.

　She was clearly optimistic that Audrey would actually argue with someone.

　But Evan Pearson exclaimed in astonishment, "Joan of Arc would actually argue with someone!"

　Jesse Louisa appeared meek and submissive: "I'm sorry I couldn't stop it before it happened."

　Evan Pearson gave Audrey Joan a deep look and said, "This isn't your fault. Nor is it something you could have stopped. I never expected Joan to even bring out a military chess game."

　A thought struck Dak, and he casually asked, "Is this military chess game a specialty of your academy?"

　Evan Pearson shook his head and said, "No, this is the site developed by Joan of Arc." Kadak frowned and couldn't help but carefully sense it.

　A moment later, his expression relaxed, but a sense of vigilance crept into his heart. This game board called "Military Exercise Chess" was definitely not simple.

　Audrey Joan of Arc, who was able to independently develop this kind of field card, must have had extremely high expertise in field cards.

　Audrey Joan of Arc, however, was only a first-year student!

　"Did they already have some mastery of magical techniques before enrolling, or did they really reach such a level in just one year?"

　Dak couldn't help but ponder.

　This is just the tip of the iceberg that Audrey Joan of Arc has shown. Among the first-year students at St. Marian Academy, even Aurora might not be able to match her.

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　He turned his head slightly to look at Aurora, only to find that she was looking at him very intently. Suddenly, he realized that he had become attached to appearances.

　He made the same mistake again, subconsciously treating the "holy son" and "holy daughter" as imaginary enemies.

　But in fact... they are the enemy! So it doesn't matter what grade they are.

　Dark's smile deepened, and he continued watching the game. Along the way, more and more people gathered.

　But neither of them was affected... or perhaps they simply didn't have the time to pay attention to those around them.

　They had to concentrate completely to deal with their opponent's attacks. The intensity of this duel was in no way inferior to a magical duel. After about ten minutes, the two suddenly stopped.