The Villain Saint is my secondary account

This peculiar flower, which blooms only in winter, sways amidst the snow-covered landscape, converging into waves of purple.

As the sparse hoofprints disappeared into the grass, the saint's magnificent caravan slowly drove into this flower field amidst the howling cold wind.

Opposite them, the knights of the Rossiya family also rode tall horses, lined up in a row across the vast plain, with only a small group of figures in white robes slowly approaching from the middle.

The number of soldiers accompanying both sides was not large, and they were stationed at opposite ends of the plain. Only the leaders in charge of the negotiations led a small team of fixed numbers forward to the center of the field full of purple orchids.

As Ye Xiao followed the carriage, he looked around. The vast plain offered a wide view, and he didn't see many hidden enemies under the hazy snow.

It was as if the Rossiya family truly came with the intention of making peace talks.

Before long, the two groups of people approached each other.

Ye Xiao gripped the reins, watching the mature blonde woman dismounting from her horse, escorted by attendants. He figured this must be Isabella, the head of the Rossia family.

A white robe covered her slender, tall figure beneath a fur shawl. Long, golden curls cascaded down her back in two spirals from the sides of her hood. Her well-maintained face was framed by long, narrow, emerald-green eyes that seemed to be observing her closely, and a faint, almost imperceptible smile played on her lips.

The two family priests beside her thrust their staffs into the ground, summoning a gradually expanding magic circle beneath their feet that enveloped the area where they stood.

Then a golden barrier rose up, like an inverted bowl, blocking the howling wind and snow from outside.

A warm current flowed through the barrier, dispelling the biting chill of winter.

"Thanks to the protection of the great God of Light, Isabella Rossia, the fifty-fourth head of the Rossia family, greets Your Grace."

The blonde woman and her retinue knelt respectfully on one knee in the snow-covered purple orchid meadow to welcome the sanctuary carriage.

Ye Xiao and the others dismounted, opened the carriage door, and then reached out to lead the silver-haired girl in a pure white dress out of the carriage.

The saintess, lifting her skirt and stepping on her short boots amidst the pale purple flowers, silently accepted the bow of the head of the Rossia family.

"Isabella."

Her deep red eyes reflected the other person's face, but her peripheral vision glanced at the surrounding misty snow. "I hope you came with sincerity."

"Of course, Your Holiness."

Isabella's smile deepened. "By the grace of my Lord, today we will surely have peace between us."

The two then began to chatter on and on.

Ye Xiao didn't pay much attention to the conversation between the two, because he knew it was just a self-directed performance by people from two opposing forces, so the content wouldn't be very informative.

What he cared about was the purpose behind this negotiation. Since the fake saintess was already someone planted by the other side, it was clearly not for reconciliation, but rather to target something else or someone else.

The situation in the Holy City is still calm. Since the Holy Maiden is a fake, there is no need for them to orchestrate this negotiation to transfer the imposter away.

Therefore, Ye Xiao looked around and more or less understood that the other party's target was probably him.

This was exactly what he had guessed last night. The only question now was how the other party planned to deal with him, and whether he needed to retaliate in time.

The fake saintess and Isabella communicated slowly and deliberately, but Ye Xiao could vaguely sense that their attention was ultimately focused on him.

To be honest, he was truly honored. Even after Ella was "taken care of," the other party still went out of their way to design such a grand and ingenious drama to send him off.

Outside the barrier, the white mist grew thicker as it drifted. Although he couldn't see any figures, Ye Xiao could keenly sense something gradually approaching, taking advantage of the mist's concealment.

Meanwhile, the conversation between the head of the Isabella family and the fake saintess also came to an end.

"I think our conversation may end here, Your Holiness. What do you think?"

This statement is a hint from Isabella, meaning that everything has been arranged.

Once the fake saintess is confirmed, they will take action against Ye Xiao.

The fake saintess's expression was somewhat complicated. She glanced lightly at the black-haired man beside her, her emotions shifting several times. Finally, she gritted her teeth, as if making a decision, and spoke softly with a cold face:

"Well, let's end it."

"call out--"

A sharp sound suddenly pierced the sky, and from the direction of the Holy City, a whistling arrow trailing a red smoke plume shot straight into the sky through the snow.

"That's... the Holy City has been attacked!?"

As the knight's perfectly timed panicked shouts rang out, just as everyone's attention was drawn, another knight beside the carriage pulled out a jet-black snake-shaped dagger from his sleeve and suddenly stabbed it into the saintess's chest.

"Your Holiness, be careful!"

Ye Xiao was also quite curious whether the other party would actually stab the horse if he didn't intervene, but considering the bigger picture, he immediately took action and grabbed the knight's wrist.

A black dagger flew out of his hand, and Ye Xiao stepped forward, elbowing the opponent in the chest.

The knight's enchanted breastplate, which had attempted to "assassinate," was dented by Ye Xiao's attack and rolled a long way on the snow.

Isabella waved her hand, and the priests on both sides who were setting up the barrier immediately turned their staffs, and the golden barrier that was wrapped around it instantly turned into pitch black as if it had been pierced by ink.

The biting wind and snow poured into the barrier, and amidst the interplay of black and white, the tangible chill slowly condensed into long, thin figures, like an army of ghosts, surrounding the fake saintess and her companions.

"The Rossia family, what do you mean by this!?"

To make the performance convincing, the fake saintess feigned anger and asked questions in a stern voice, while Isabella, with a playful look in her eyes, chuckled and led her family subordinates into the swirling snow.

They had an agreement, and what followed was no longer Isabella's task.

"What do you mean... Of course, I'm asking you, Holy Maiden, to stay here."

Her words, as melodious as a nightingale's song, carried a murderous intent. A girl with long, azure hair, dressed in a gauze dress as clear as ice crystals, slowly emerged from the snow.

This was none other than Sophia, the Glacier Saintess from before. She stood barefoot among the snow-covered flowers, her slender figure blending seamlessly into the blizzard.

"who are you?"

The fake saintess's eyes widened. The few remaining knights under her command guarded her, while the main force stationed in the distance was blocked by the countless ice and snow ghosts emerging from the mountains and fields, making it difficult for them to get close for the time being.

Negotiations took an unexpected turn when they were ambushed by an unknown and powerful enemy. Their own forces were outnumbered, and the harsh environment was further complicated by an unusual barrier.

With all the conditions for a desperate situation met, the fake saintess glanced at Ye Xiao. All she needed to do next was find an excuse to order this guy to his death.

Chapter 122 Veteran Actors

"Protect the Holy Maiden!"

At Ye Xiao's desperate shouts, the knights formed a circle, protecting the fake saintess in the middle.

The fake saintess also exhaled holy light into her palm, pretending to be ready for battle, but her gaze remained focused on Ye Xiao's somewhat nervous profile.

Normally, it shouldn't be difficult to order the other side to cover the rear.

When the person whose master needs protection is in danger, it is the duty of a servant knight to cover for his master.

If the fake saintess were to speak, Ye Xiao, in this moment of urgency, would likely not have time to think things through, and would have no reason to refuse.

But for some reason, her throat trembled slightly, yet she couldn't bring herself to utter the most crucial sentence.

Cover my retreat, Ye Xiao.

Speak! If you say those words, this servant knight, this bastard who once killed you, will die here today.

The fake saintess looked at Ye Xiao, her lips trembling slightly as she opened them.

But at that very moment, it was as if something was blocking her throat, rendering her unable to utter a sound.

Really... are we just going to let him die like this?

Having sunk into hell, must I really extinguish that last ray of light, even if it's false?

……

On the other side, the Ice Saintess Sophia was still waiting for the fake saintess to leave Ye Xiao behind.

Five or six seconds had passed since her grand entrance, and the fake saintess and the others were still frozen in their turtle-shell formation.

What are you doing??

Sophia walked through the crowd, her gaze towards the fake saint filled with questions.

Why haven't you ordered the servant knight to come out yet? What are you waiting for?

If the serving knight was confused, that would be one thing, but the key point is that the fake saintess didn't even give any orders.

No one knew what the fake saintess was struggling with at that moment, including Ye Xiao.

He gripped the long sword at his waist, already prepared to continue the story—he had seen that the Ice Saintess hadn't rushed to surround and kill them after her appearance, and guessed that she was probably waiting for the fake saintess to send him to fight alone, or to launch a backstab or something.

Regardless of which direction it takes, shouldn't this fake saintess at least say something?

She didn't speak, and the Ice Saintess was frozen like an NPC, not moving at all. The plot wasn't progressing, which would make everyone feel awkward.

Ye Xiao couldn't help but turn to look at the fake saintess, only to find that her gaze was fixed on him, her face trying to appear indifferent, but her lips were trembling slightly and tightly pressed together.

...No way?

In that instant, countless possibilities flashed through Ye Xiao's mind. Finally, based on his understanding of this guy, he came to an abstract but only possible guess—

Holy crap...did she have a social anxiety attack at this moment??

Ye Xiao's expression started to betray her nervousness.

Isn't this a bit too outrageous?!

This isn't just a matter of dropping a rattle at a crucial moment; this is downright unbelievable!

He didn't want to speculate, but looking at the fake saintess with sweat beading on her forehead and trembling lips, he couldn't think of any other possibility besides social anxiety.

After all, this guy has a criminal record.

But since the fake saintess doesn't speak and the glacier saintess doesn't make a move, his story can't move forward.

Ye Xiao had been wondering more than once how the company actually recruited people. To develop social anxiety on a battlefield surrounded by too many enemies—was that something a human could pull off?

The two sides remained locked in a stalemate for almost eight seconds before Ye Xiao realized that this couldn't continue.

Once the other person realizes what's going on, even the dumbest person will see that something's wrong with him.

Fortunately, his opponent, the Glacier Saintess Sophia, seemed to share Ye Xiao's thoughts at this moment. She stopped foolishly waiting for the fake saintess to distract Ye Xiao and instead condensed a spiral-shaped white magic power in her palm and flung it out.

The magic, coiled into a circle, expanded like cotton wool, gradually growing into a tornado that stirred up the ice and snow, pressing down on the group's formation.

The dark, malevolent spirits also seized the opportunity to swim in, and the chilling air condensed into sharp claws that tore through the knights' tough armor.

"Everyone, cover the Holy Maiden as she rushes out!"

Ye Xiao didn't care what the fake saintess was thinking and directly overstepped the saintess's authority to issue the order.

Although it might seem a bit deliberate and might attract attention, he couldn't care less at that moment.

What was originally supposed to be Ye Xiao staying behind to cover the retreat turned into a scene where Ye Xiao carried the fake saintess onto a horse and together with the others broke through the encirclement.

Amidst the swirling snow, the white horse neighed, and endless ghosts, like raging waves, crashed against this small, solitary group, like a lone boat.

The knights fought fiercely, their bodies radiating a dazzling holy light, but they were as small as flickering candlelight against the overwhelming army of ghosts that filled the heavens and earth.

But the candlelight flickered and never went out. Only Ye Xiao, holding the silver-haired girl in his arms, rode a white horse, carrying a long sword, galloping across the snow-covered purple orchid field like a sharp sword cleaving through the snow curtain.

The dark barrier shattered instantly under his sharp blade, and the swirling ghosts and storm were completely cleaved in two.

The fake saintess lay prone on the horse's back, feeling the warm embrace around her waist, her mind completely blank.

She glanced back at the man's resolute face behind her, a shy blush spreading across her gentle cheeks once more.

Even though she knew that none of this was real, just a fragile dream that could be shattered at any moment, she still couldn't help but succumb to it.

She was alone from birth and longed for a shoulder to lean on.

If there had ever been someone who could have led her forward through the darkness, just like they do now, and rescued her from her distress and confusion...

Would things be different then?

The fake saintess was unaware of, and could not comprehend, that complicated fate.

She felt like a baby, lying in a comforting swaddling cloth.

I just wish this moment could last a little longer, ideally until the end of time.

But in the end, it was just a thought.

Seeing that the fake saintess was being carried away by Ye Xiao, Sophia restrained her attacks to avoid hitting her own people.

But the fake saintess remained unmoved. Seeing that the other party was about to rejoin the main force outside the plain, she finally could not bear it any longer.

"Eternal Northern Dragon, I beseech you, grant me the icy spear that can annihilate the earth..."

Her back unfurled enormous wings made of ice crystals, while the wind and snow of heaven and earth spiraled around her, gradually transforming into a giant spear on her chest.

The spear tip, gleaming with a cold light, was aimed at Ye Xiao, who was galloping in the distance. As several layers of azure magic arrays spread out on the spear's tail, Sophia gave a command, and the spear shot out as a white streak that pierced the sky.