The Villain Saint is my secondary account

Ha, what a childish question, is this the entrance exam for a chapel apprentice?

Grantham's lips curled up imperceptibly. "Your Holiness, testing my piety in this way is truly unnecessary."

"No need for extra words, just answer the questions."

Ella's voice was indifferent.

“I know that everything my family has is built on the greatness of my Lord. Without the Holy Light, there would be nothing for my family. Therefore, faith in the Holy Light is even more important.”

After he finished speaking, the room remained silent.

Oh, so it's possible to pass under those circumstances.

Ella, standing on the stage, pondered Grantham's words for a while and felt that she had discovered some interesting details.

“Your Holiness, I believe I have fully demonstrated my loyalty to my Lord to you. Perhaps we should no longer waste time on mutual suspicion, but instead begin to address the more practical problems outside the window.”

Grantham's voice began to sound smug, a veiled retort using the words Ella had used to mock him.

"Wait, I have a third question."

"I will listen attentively, but as a regional sanctuary, we are small and insignificant. I hope that Your Grace will not squander the divine power contained in the Codex. Consider it an act of charity, and please leave us some reserves."

Grantham's words became sarcastic, as he felt he had the victory in his grasp. He not only exposed the Saintess's dark side to the people of the Holy City, but he would also be able to escape unscathed.

Despite being called a saintess, to put it bluntly, she's just a noblewoman who's just come out of Loren to make her way in the world. She knows nothing about the real Holy Temple or the situation on the continent. What extraordinary things could she possibly ask?

"The third question: Is the theft of the Holy Regalia related to your Lazirus family?"

Grantham's expression froze for a moment.

what?

How did she know about this?

No, why did the question suddenly veer towards this?!

Grantham's composed demeanor began to falter.

No, I need to calm down. This guy probably just said something randomly because he didn't know what to ask. She's never even been to the Holy City, so she couldn't possibly know anything about that.

But how could she know about the Holy Box?

Grantham looked up at Ella, who stood high above him, trying to find a clue in her slightly lowered eyes, but of course, he found nothing.

A bead of cold sweat slid down Grantham's forehead. He was genuinely panicked, knowing that the high-ranking officials in the Holy City were also watching the interrogation.

If he doesn't answer these questions well, the situation that his family has worked so hard to build could be ruined because of his mouth.

Chapter 136 Judge me? You dare to presume!

Meanwhile, in the holy city of White Tower, thousands of miles away, the patriarch of the Holy Box family, Gregoromomeo, glared at Camille, the head of the Lazirus family, across the table.

"Ratchetus, what does this mean?"

The theft of the sacred casket guarded by the Boromeo family is arguably the greatest disgrace their family has suffered in a thousand years.

And now, from this small projection, it is discovered that this is actually related to another family that was thought to be friendly.

“Bishop Boromeo…this is a misunderstanding,”

Camille's forehead was already sweating.

He'd love to fly to Chongqing and punch his younger brother right now. Are you out of your mind? What are you doing standing on that judgment platform for no reason?

Yes, in the Holy City, there was actually no footage of Ella intimidating Bishop Grantham.

Through her initial observation of the magical runes on the floor, Ella deciphered the communication array nested within the soundproofing array when asked the fourth question.

She was an expert in soundproofing arrays. She had used these spells extensively, from Ye Xiao eavesdropping on people on rooftops to her interrogating people in her own dungeon. Her proficiency with them was exceptionally high.

The communication array is essentially a simple spatial spell. Miracle mages, who specialize in spacetime magic, have already reached the expert level. Analyzing the destination and function of this conventional spatial spell is incredibly easy for them.

So, Ella secretly used her authority as the Moon Goddess to influence the operation of the magic circle, first transmitting a false image—the fourth question about the God of Life. In the image, Ella directly answered that she didn't know and was unclear about what the other party was asking.

Then the screen went black, and just when everyone in the Holy City thought the interrogation was over, it suddenly lit up again, showing Ella beginning to interrogate Grantham.

As for Ella's question about the Holy Casket, she had only asked it casually.

She already knew about this because of the affairs of the three major families in the Holy City, and no matter what Grantham answered, Ella would make the transmitted image show Grantham being struck by the Holy Light as a lie.

Because she can alter the transmitted images, it means that Ella has taken control of the information channels to the Holy City at this moment.

Just like some self-media outlets on Blue Star that take things out of context, regardless of whether the matter is true or false, as long as she sows the seeds of suspicion, she has achieved her goal of disgusting the three major families of the Holy City.

However, Ella didn't expect that the damned Holy Lance family was actually involved in this matter, and she had caught a big fish.

She originally just wanted to spread fake footage to deliberately smear him, but now it turns out this guy was actually a villain to begin with.

……

Regardless of the chaotic situation in the Holy City, the Archbishop of Grantham was truly at his wits' end in the Church of Santa Maria delle Grazie.

He was completely unprepared for this sudden question.

Now he had no idea how to start the conversation, so he could only keep his mouth tightly shut, his face pale, and try his best to remain silent.

“Grantham, avoiding the issue is not a good thing for you.”

A playful smile appeared on the girl's pretty and lovely face. Her captivating eyes, like two half-hidden flower buds, gazed with pleasure at Grantham's bewildered expression.

She stood on the wooden blocks as stepping stones, leaning against the stage, like a smug little devil crawling beneath a solemn and towering statue.

"I...cannot answer. I trust my family, but I can't be sure if there might be a traitor lurking within the family involved in this incident..."

"Snapped"

Holy light descended from the sky like a bolt from the blue, striking Grantham's gray head.

The elderly bishop had not suffered such agony in many years; his pig-like screams echoed through the sanctuary.

"Pfft, hahaha, oh my god!!!"

On the stage, Ella covered her mouth and let out an uncontrollable, maniacal laugh, but when she suddenly realized that there was an audience present, she immediately coughed twice and adjusted her skirt to regain her elegant and dignified image.

Pay attention to your image. Pay attention to your image.

However, her actions were somewhat unnecessary, because in the Holy City, the head of the Razirus family, seeing that the situation was not right, quickly cut off the projection when the holy light struck.

The excuse, of course, is... technical malfunction; those who know, know.

“Grantham, I really didn’t expect that even saying ‘trust the family’ would get me struck, hahaha… um, serious…”

Ella, trying her best to suppress her laughter, said in a slightly trembling voice, "Lord Grantham, if you really find it difficult to answer, you can just say you don't want to answer. There's no need to torture yourself like this."

Grantham lay on the wooden railing in agony, his back, torn and bleeding, still steaming. Hearing Ella's words, he almost coughed up blood.

"Alright then, I won't ask that question for now, since I already know the answer in my heart."

Is it finally over...? Grantham's hands trembled as he gripped the railing, hoping his family would remember his contribution in exposing the saintess.

"So, the fourth question."

Oh, and more! ? ?

"Was the theft of the Holy Regalia authorized by the patriarch of your Lazirus family?"

It's a ghost! A ghost!! A ghost!!

For the first time in his life, Grantham hoped that the divine power within the Codex would be exhausted quickly.

Because his old body... can't hold on much longer.

"I have no idea……"

With a "snap," the holy light struck down again, nearly taking half of Grantham's life.

"Hey, really? You actually knew about this?!"

Seeing Grantham's utterly dejected expression, Ella's joyful look was as if she had discovered a treasure.

Like a child who has found an interesting toy, the girl couldn't wait to flip through the law book again.

"Fifth question! Fifth question! Let me think... Heh heh, could there be someone within the Lazirus family colluding with the Dark Shepherds?"

"Huh... what happened?"

Ella saw the light on the codex dimming and realized that the divine power contained within it had finally been exhausted.

There's no way around it; divine power is an extremely precious resource. Not only the proverbs themselves, but even the holy light that strikes down from them is consumed.

"How do I replenish this divine power?"

Ella then looked at the elders on the jury.

"what……?"

The elder, who was trying his best to avoid eye contact with Ella, turned his head stiffly like a student being called on by a teacher. "You...you're asking me?"

"if not?"

Ella frowned, seemingly annoyed. "Tsk, weren't you listening to me?"

"No, no, no, absolutely not! I just can't believe I have such an honor, to be so fortunate as to have received the Holy Maiden's divine favor!!!"

With the bishop on the judgment stand, almost a bloody mess, as an example, the elder was terrified when he saw Ella frown. He stammered and replied, "The replenishment of divine power mainly relies on... relies on... the accumulated blessings of all the believers in the sanctuary through prayer to our Lord. It is different from the holy light that we usually convert through magical contracts. It is more like the holy water of the Ocean Sanctuary."

"I see, tsk tsk, what a pity."

Ella had no choice but to close the book, which had no divine power left, and casually draw a spatial portal with her finger.

When Orfindo and Ophelia emerged from the portal, they were visibly taken aback by the scene before them, but they didn't ask any questions. They simply followed Ella's instructions and moved the still-smoking bishop from the wooden railing.

"The interrogation is over."

With a casual remark, Ella jumped off the box.

"The rest of you, come with me to the entrance and take care of the vampire problem."

Then, she raised her little head like a proud swan and led a group of elders who followed her meekly out of the courtroom.

Chapter 137 On-site Investigation

The time came to noon.

A restaurant on Wigmore Street in Westminster.

Looking exhausted, Van Helsing pushed open the door, greeted the restaurant waiter, and walked straight to the private room on the inner side of the corridor.

"Thanks for your hard work."

At the round table in the private room, Greg picked up his teacup and gestured to Van Helsing, "Have something to eat and then go back to rest. Mr. Ford isn't here?"

"He's still at the scene, wanting to investigate further."

Van Helsing pulled out a chair, picked up a fork, and casually scooped up some macaroni from the plate on the table and put it in his mouth.

"How are you doing there?"

"The vampires and the Holy Temple almost came to blows... by a hair's breadth, God of Light above."

Greg smiled wryly, "The smell of Martians was almost filling my nostrils. Fortunately, at the last minute, the Holy Maiden led several high-ranking members of the Fog City Sanctuary to intervene forcefully and mediate between the two sides."

"Lord Saint?"

Van Helsing raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, I forgot to mention this. Remember that girl from the Loren Sanctuary who always wore a black veil? Guess who she was?..."

“Saintess of Light, you’ve already said it.”

As he spoke, Van Hessin stuffed another piece of hollow pasta into his mouth, "Although I had heard the rumors, I didn't expect that the Holy Maiden of Light would actually come to Fog City."

"Someone was loitering around in front of you for ages last night."

Greg waved his hand. "Honestly, I don't know what I would have done if the Holy Maiden hadn't come."

"The vampires say that the Holy Temple lured their Black Mountain Clan chief's daughter into disappearing, deliberately trying to disrupt the peace; the Holy Temple accuses the vampires of carrying out such malicious attacks and harming civilians, and that the entire clan should be exterminated... Both of these groups are heading straight for war, and there's no stopping them."

"How did the Holy Maiden resolve this?"

"It's not complicated at all. She just stepped forward and said that it's not the right time to make things more complicated. Everyone should focus on investigating the true whereabouts of those evil vampires."

"And then both sides listened to her and stopped?"