The Villain Saint is my secondary account

The Valen royal family signed the peace treaty with the vampires. As local saints, the clergy of the Mist City Sanctuary naturally abide by local rules, but that's about it. Their attitude towards the vampires is not particularly friendly.

As a result, the atmosphere between the two groups was actually a bit tense, and even the prison guards deliberately stood a little further away to avoid getting involved in trouble.

Upon seeing Ella appear, the head of the Sanctuary group, a white-robed elder, turned his gaze towards her. "May the Holy Light protect you. You must be Priestess Havil, who has traveled from Loren? I am Antartusturt."

"Eh?"

Before the words were even finished, a young temple apprentice in the line following the elder widened his eyes, grabbed the arm of another young priest, and exclaimed in a very low voice, "From Loren... silver hair and red eyes... isn't that the Holy Light..."

"Shhh."

The young pastor put a finger to the apprentice's mouth, saying, "She hasn't even introduced herself, so don't say she is."

"why?"

The young apprentice's excited eyes were tinged with a hint of confusion. "This...this can't be said either?"

"You'll understand when you grow up."

The young pastor patted his young apprentice on the head.

The young apprentice nodded, but his gaze couldn't help but drift towards Ella's face.

At such close range, Ella naturally noticed the two's whispers. A slight smile played on her lips beneath the black veil as she politely returned the greeting to the elder of the Misty City Sanctuary, while her eyes subtly winked at the young apprentice.

A flush of excitement immediately spread across the young apprentice's face. He eagerly grabbed the young priest's arm and cried out, almost unable to contain himself, "The Holy Maiden is looking at me! She's looking at me!"

"Hey, be quiet!"

The young pastor felt a chill run down his spine, and seeing that some eyes were being drawn to the small commotion, he felt quite embarrassed.

Elder Antar of the Sanctuary of the Mist thanked Ella for her greetings and then extended his arm in a polite invitation, saying, "We apologize to the brothers and sisters of Loren for coming from afar, and please forgive us for not being able to provide a proper welcome in this place."

These were typical polite remarks, but the invitation directed at the dungeon entrance made the atmosphere slightly awkward. The elder clearly noticed this and continued:

"To be honest, what happened last night was due to our negligence. Therefore, we came here today to find out why this monster attacked us."

The group then walked down, and just then, the group of black-clad vampires who had been waiting on the side also came over.

"Fellow vampires,"

Elder Antal frowned. “I have no intention of wasting too much time arguing with you all, but whether from the perspective of law or reason, it was our guest who was attacked by that monster inside. I think you should at least observe the most basic etiquette and wait for us to go in and interrogate the attacker before coming in to do your own things.”

“We have no intention of offending Elder Antar.”

The leader of the vampires was a young, pale-skinned man. He took off his hat and bowed to Ella. "However... those imprisoned inside are also our compatriots, and the Holy Temple's consistent practices make us uneasy... Please forgive us for having to observe from the sidelines out of concern."

Chapter 111 The Silence of the Lambs

"Why are these vampires so determined to go into the dungeon together?"

As a foreign visitor, Ella was a little confused about what the stalemate was between the Sanctuary of the Mist and the vampires, so she secretly asked Greg.

"Forehead……"

Greg looked into Ella's eyes, his tone hesitant.

"Please feel free to speak, I won't mind."

"Well... I think they're mainly afraid that the members of the Sanctuary of the Mist will resort to vigilante justice..."

Greg scratched his head, and based on his interactions with Ella over the past two days, he finally told the truth, "Although these registered vampires are essentially legal citizens of the kingdom due to the peace treaty, the clergy of the Mist City Sanctuary still harbor some hostility towards these alien races out of faith..."

"In public, everyone can behave themselves, suppressing their hatred and forcing a peaceful atmosphere, but in private, you know what might happen during a dungeon interrogation like this, sir..."

"And most importantly, similar things have indeed happened before... In one case, the clergy who conducted the interrogation at the Fog City Sanctuary said that the vampire being interrogated had converted to the light after being persuaded by them, and therefore, feeling hatred for his defiled soul and the sins he had committed, he took his own life..."

"Although the vampire was later proven innocent, one can imagine how absurd the reason for his interrogation and death was... But even for such a reason, the Valen royal family could do nothing—they couldn't afford to break ties with the Holy See over a dead vampire."

"As for the vampires, they can't do anything about the Sanctuary of the Mist City unless they break the peace treaty. At most, they can only verbally condemn it. However, this also makes it difficult for the vampires to maintain trust in the Sanctuary of the Mist City in such matters."

"No wonder, I didn't expect there to be so many twists and turns. But I thought blood servants were similar to slave familiars to vampires, weren't they?"

"Do they even care about this?" Ella asked curiously.

"Different vampire clans seem to have different attitudes toward their vampire servants. Some brutal clans do indeed treat them simply as slaves, but within the kingdom, these clans were wiped out by the Kingdom's Knights and the Holy Temple in earlier years."

Greg explained, “And some, like these Black Mountain clan vampires, treat their blood servants as equal partners, so that might be why they came here… Sigh, my understanding of these complex vampire clan cultures is rather superficial. Next time, I'll have my colleagues from the Defense Against Magic Department explain it to you; they'll be much more professional.”

"It's alright, it's alright, Detective, you've explained it very clearly."

Ella laughed.

The customs and cultures of different empires and ethnic groups can vary drastically, so it is normal for cultures of different ethnic groups to have complex differences.

Knowing the reason for the stalemate between the Fog City Sanctuary and the vampires, Ella smoothed things over, saying, "Since the vampires are worried, why don't you all come in and watch? That way, I might be able to ask you some questions."

Elder Antal was taken aback, somewhat surprised by Ella's words.

However, since the "victims" attacked by the blood servants had said so, he gave up and stopped confronting the vampires.

"By the Holy Light, you should thank Priestess Havil for her tolerance and magnanimity."

"Thank you very much for your understanding."

The leading vampire youth actually took off his hat and sincerely thanked Ella.

"Why should this happen..."

A young, girlish vampire in the group muttered something in a low voice, but her companion quickly covered her mouth.

After resolving the dispute, the two groups entered the dungeon together and saw the blood servant that Ella had captured the previous night.

The dungeon was dark and gloomy. Behind a section of cold iron bars were blood servants bound by iron chains.

He was no longer the huge, ferocious monster, but had turned back into a hunched and thin human form, his frail body covered only by a tattered cloth that barely covered him.

“Our colleague asked him some simple questions last night, but he has remained silent…”

Greg walked to the fence and began to explain to everyone the work the police station had done.

But just then, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed what appeared to be a pale hand pressing on the blood servant's shoulder.

He turned his head and looked closely, only to see a barefoot little girl covered in mud running out from behind the blood servant.

Gregor's eyes widened as he watched the little girl walk straight through the bars and into the cell next door.

"what?"

He hurriedly peered into the cell next door, but the cell was empty.

"What's wrong?"

Seeing that Greg had only just begun explaining the situation and then stopped, Ella asked in confusion.

"You saw it... never mind, it's nothing. Sorry everyone, I might have been a little distracted just now."

Greg rubbed his eyes. There was a group of high-ranking members of the Holy Temple and vampires who were skilled in strange magic. There was no reason why they hadn't noticed the presence of undead or anything like that.

Perhaps I've been overworked lately and my eyes are getting blurry.

"Ahem, back to the point, the attacker has remained silent since last night."

Greg gently pulled open the gate on the fence. "Although Fog City has been quite turbulent these days, vampires attacking passersby... such things are actually very rare in Fog City nowadays. The last time was probably three years ago."

"Yes, so we also take this matter very seriously."

The young vampire leading the group spoke up, "We have been cooperating with the royal family and the Royal Police for some years. We can trace the whereabouts of all the vampires living in Fog City. Please give us some time to find the culprit who attacked this priestess."

“It is your duty to search, but the interrogation of this blood servant cannot be omitted just because of a few words from you.”

Elder Antal said coldly.

Compared to his amiable demeanor when talking to Ella, Elder Antal's attitude towards vampires was noticeably harsher.

"I understand, but I hope everyone will try not to use any overly extreme methods,"

The vampire youth said earnestly.

"I cannot guarantee that the existence of this blood servant is not registered."

Elder Antal shook his head. "Even taking into account the peace treaty, he is not a citizen protected by the kingdom's laws."

Good grief, it means they're still going to use torture, it's not protected by law, the subtext is that I can do whatever I want to him.

Ella was stunned. No wonder Elder Antar had initially been reluctant to let the vampires come in.

The vampire youth clearly understood the meaning behind the elder's words. After hesitating, he turned his gaze to Ella.

What do you mean? You expect me to put in some words of dissuasion?

Ella raised an eyebrow slightly. It was probably because she had let the vampire follow her in at the door at the beginning that she made the other party think that she was a kind-hearted believer of the Holy Church.

But she did it simply because it was indeed a vampire's right to come in and observe the interrogation.

Similarly, it is also the prerogative of the Sanctuary to interrogate the monsters that attack people.

That's why Ella wouldn't try to stop him, and if Elder Antal didn't get any information out of him, she might even take matters into her own hands.

As for whether this would seem too cruel to the vampires watching from the sidelines... that's none of Ella's business. After all, they're the ones who had to come in and watch.

Chapter 112 Bloodline Pact

Seeing that Ella did not react, the vampire youth's pale face turned even paler. "...Your Excellency of the Holy Temple, blood servants are often constrained by the bloodline of their masters. So his silence is not because he does not want to speak, but because he is restricted by his master."

"Even if we use violent means to interrogate him, he won't be able to say anything without his master's permission, which will only add to the bloodshed here."

"Hehe, you have to try things to know."

However, Elder Antar calmly replied, "The grace of the Holy Light may not be unable to break this filthy curse."

But listening to the vampire youth's words, Ella suddenly recalled the scene when she first met this vampire servant last night.

Back in the alley, it seemed like the other person did have something to say, but was interrupted by the sudden transformation.

Looking back now, that transformation was likely a forced command from its master's bloodline, which caused the other party to stop what they were about to say.

Thinking of this, Ella quickly stopped the elder who was heading towards the cell, "Elder Antar, may I question him first?"

"Oh, if the priestess has any ideas, of course it's fine."

Elder Antal stopped, but then whispered, "However... you must not have too much goodwill towards these alien races."

"Thank you, Elder, I understand."

Ella understood that Elder Antal was reminding her not to be too kind.

However, as she said, she only intended to give it a try.

"Be careful, adults."

Greg opened the cell door for Ella, and the girl lifted her skirt and walked alone into the dark cell.

She examined the blood-soaked servant with his head bowed for a moment, then, after a brief pause, parted her pink lips slightly and asked, "Do you remember me?"

The ethereal voice was like a clear spring watering a nearly parched soul, and the Blood Servant, who had been silent all along, seemed to have a slight spark of life in his empty, dull eyes.

A moment later, the bald head, like an old tree in its twilight years, slowly rose, and in the eyes as still as a deep pool, the fair face of the silver-haired girl, half-hidden by a black veil, was reflected.

"It actually works...?"

Greg, who was guarding the iron bars, widened his eyes slightly. Although he had made it sound so easy, the Royal Canadian Mounted Police had actually interrogated this monster all night, and the other party remained silent like a statue.

And now, this girl from the Holy Temple has casually uttered a single sentence, yet this guy has already reacted?

Or perhaps it would have been better if a younger female detective had been assigned to the interrogation last night?

Greg fell into deep self-doubt.

The vampires were even more astonished. They knew all too well the bond between bloodlines and blood servants, yet this girl had been so easily shaken. Just who was she?

The Blood Servant stared at Ella, and after a moment, a hoarse voice escaped his throat, "Thank you... my lady..."

Ella tilted her head. "What do you mean?"

"I don't know either... but only when I hear your voice can I clearly feel the existence of my own body..."

The Blood Servant raised his withered, emaciated hands, causing the chains on them to tremble. "Before this... I only felt like a soul trapped in this body..."

“Being completely deprived of control over their bodies and treated as slaves is the lowest form of treatment, even among us.”

The vampire youth standing to the side spoke up.

"Who turned you into this? Why did he order you to attack me?"