The Villain Saint is my secondary account

Ella frowned slightly. The probability was there, but not high. Since she could still sense Agnes's presence with that faint divine power, it might mean that the family head, Legry, who was imprisoned with her, was also still alive.

Thinking of this, she suddenly felt enlightened; without a doubt, this was exactly the "record" she needed.

If the attempt to "behead" Theresa fails or fails to achieve the goal of stopping the war, then finding the former head of the "peace faction," Legry, can also achieve the same goal.

Therefore, the key now is to find out where these people are.

Ella stood up, her gaze once again searching the map.

With Decali present, the internal structure of the Boromeo family castle had already been roughly determined, so Regri and Agnes should not be here.

If a miracle worker uses spatial magic to teleport someone, a white pillar of light will appear in the sky. This was seen when Kronos took him and Susie to see Samael earlier, but Decari has never seen this pillar of light, so this possibility is ruled out.

Considering that the other party can also shield their divine power perception, they must have at least a barrier of a high level, so they probably didn't just hide somewhere in the wilderness of Morning Star Ridge.

Taking all factors into account, and considering that there were still many people moving between the Boromeo and Rossia families before they assembled their armies, Ella finally set her sights on Rossia Castle in the west.

Chapter 133 A Place to Find Refuge

Day two.

The heavy snow that had fallen for a day and a night had finally stopped, and as the first rays of dawn began to appear on the horizon beyond the hills, the long horns sounded again across the wilderness outside Boromeo Castle.

The war resumed, and the brief respite of the night seemed to be the Holy City army's last act of mercy towards the family alliance, as they launched another attack at dawn.

The golden ship poured down a rain of fire from the towering clouds, but this time, the sturdy Boromeo family fortress built against the mountain also raised its walls and towers to retaliate with countless magic cannons and giant crossbows.

Crossbowmen from both sides fired at each other across the ravaged land, their enchanted arrows tracing countless arcs that filled the sky above the battlefield.

The holy light summoned by the priests transformed into a dazzling nebula that flowed among the legions. Faced with the towering fortress, it seemed that even the iron cavalry of the Fourth Knights could not easily break through, and could only resort to bombarding it with artillery fire in an attempt to break the deadlock.

……

Leaving aside the fierce siege battle over there, back in the Holy City, atop the White Tower, the fake saintess who had locked herself in her room for a day and a night finally emerged.

After calmly reflecting for a day and a night, she realized that continuing to isolate herself was nothing more than a meaningless escape.

Even though she lay on the table countless times imagining that when she opened her eyes again she would see that familiar figure coming in through the door, he was gone. Every time she came back to her senses from her tearful eyes, all she could see was that cold, empty room.

"Your Holiness, you have emerged!"

The guards on duty in the corridor, who had already changed shifts twice, were quite surprised to see the girl walking out of the door.

She can actually stay in the study for a whole day and night without eating or drinking. It seems that the Holy Maiden is really going to great lengths for the Holy Temple.

As the guards gazed at the fake saintess, whose eyes were red and tired, and whose eyelids still bore the lingering redness, their sense of awe grew even stronger.

"Ah."

The fake saintess forced a smile, her face ashen as if she had just pulled an all-nighter, and her usual cold and arrogant demeanor was nowhere to be seen.

This actually made her seem even more amiable than usual, which was quite subtle.

"How is the situation in the Holy City... the Fourth Knights?"

The fake saintess asked softly. She remembered that she had originally intended to force Augustus to leave the city to fight and die, but because of her previous self-isolation, she hadn't been in the mood to issue that crucial order. So, in theory, Augustus should still be stationed in the holy city.

That's good too. Ye Xiao entrusted the Holy City to me in the end, so at least I haven't let him down.

"Hmm? Your Excellency, you ordered the Fourth Knights to leave the city to fight earlier, so General Augustus led his army out of the city yesterday."

The guard replied respectfully.

"……what?"

The fake saintess's expression suddenly froze.

No, when did she ever give such an order?

Oh no! It must have been those guys who did it!

The fake saintess quickly realized that she hadn't even stepped out of the imperial study, so it must have been a mole planted by the company who falsely claimed to have issued an imperial edict, forcing Augustus out to his death!

Damn it, I was so focused on isolating myself that I didn't consider this. Now things are in trouble. A whole day has passed, and the Fourth Knights might have already met with some misfortune.

The fake saintess's expression changed slightly. Just as she was about to order Augustus to return to the city, the guard excitedly continued, "It's all thanks to your wisdom, Your Excellency! Yesterday's battle report showed that Commander Augustus led his troops to a great victory over the rebels, pushing them all the way back to the Boromeo family's fortress!"

"……What?"

The fake saintess was stunned again.

No, Augustus not only left the city... but he actually... won?

What's going on...? Didn't they say they had 100,000 people??

The Holy City's remaining army totaled just over ten thousand, right? Ten thousand men launched an attack against a prepared army of one hundred thousand, and they won?

What kind of genius was Augustus?

The fake saintess's lips twitched. Although she had made up her mind not to associate with those guys anymore, she didn't expect them to be such idiots.

Even if you were to command with your feet, losing a battle with ten times the military strength is just too incompetent, isn't it?

The fake saintess covered her face with her hands, feeling a sense of shame that she had once been teammates with such a person.

Although winning the war was a good thing, meaning that at least Ye Xiao's last wish had been fulfilled, she also suddenly felt an indescribable emptiness.

She spent an entire night holding that vase before finally making up her mind to follow the man's dying words, no longer dwelling on the darkness of the past, but choosing the future she wanted to pursue.

The most crucial step at the beginning is to carry on that man's legacy and save the Holy City from the current war.

As a result, she spent the whole night mentally preparing herself, only to find out as soon as she stepped outside that the Holy City had already been saved and there was nothing more for her to do.

Doesn't this make her look like an idiot?

The Holy City can win on its own; it makes no difference whether she is there or not. Her inner turmoil and struggle, and the trust Ye Xiao entrusted to her that she cherished, all suddenly become dispensable.

The fake saintess seemed somewhat lost and disoriented, her mind seemingly once again adrift in confusion.

She didn't even have a chance to atone for her sins; it was as if her existence was only meant for doing bad things, and she was never given the opportunity to spread light and happiness.

Sigh, I'm not qualified...

The fake saintess sighed inwardly. Since Augustus was already there, the holy city probably wouldn't need her in the future, so she might as well leave.

Unfortunately, she had nothing to leave behind; the "holy lance" was actually just a toy she made to deceive Julius.

As for what she should do next, the fake saintess pondered as she walked. Perhaps she could go to Loren, to visit that man's hometown.

Stormport... that city I almost destroyed. Go there and maybe I'll get some ideas.

The guard watched the fake saintess's sorrowful face and her faltering figure as she walked away, but he nodded to his partner beside him and said happily, "Fortunately, our Lord has blessed us with such a respectable saintess. Even after winning a battle, she is not arrogant and always cares about the people and the country."

"We're all guards, so why do you speak with such eloquence?"

The partner replied in surprise.

Here, the fake saintess, wearing a cloak, walked out of the white tower alone, stepping forlornly on the empty street piled with snow.

Considering that she might no longer need to pretend to be a saint, she reverted to her original appearance as she passed a street corner.

Black hair cascaded down like two waterfalls from between the brim of his hat and his snow-white neck, while his deep blue eyes surveyed his surroundings.

This seemed to be the first time since her birth that she had properly observed the scenery of this world.

Snow piled up along the winding alleyways, and the pure white houses on both sides, like clouds, reflected the clear blue sky. Bathed in sunlight, they shone with a soft luster. Occasionally, lush green vines dotted the white walls and gray tiles, adding a touch of life and vitality to this sacred atmosphere.

With the shadow of war gone, citizens dressed in shepherd's robes strolled slowly along the paths, and cheerful children could be seen playing with their friends while holding wooden rattles.

This world... is it really this beautiful?

The fake saintess stopped in her tracks, perhaps beginning to understand the original intention of the dead man in protecting the city.

But just as she was looking around with a sense of wonder, her gaze was suddenly drawn to the figure of a man squatting in a corner.

The other person was pressing their palm against a sewer opening, and some dark objects emerged from their sleeves and disappeared into the sewer.

Something seemed off about the scene, so the fake saintess, somewhat surprised, slowly walked forward and patted the other person on the shoulder.

"oh!!?"

The man turned around in alarm, and the things in his sleeve fell to the ground and clumped together. They turned out to be several black snakes, gleaming with a slippery sheen, slowly wriggling, which was disgusting.

"what are you doing?"

The fake saintess frowned slightly and asked.

The man was initially surprised that someone could sneak up behind him so silently, but upon seeing the young, naive girl in front of him, he immediately adopted a ferocious expression, brandishing a sharp dagger in his palm. "Fuck you, what's it to you? Get the hell out of here if you don't want to die!!"

The fake saintess, with dark circles under her eyes, widened her gaze slightly.

"……what?"

Chapter 134 Torrential Rain

The suspicious man, holding a dagger, grew impatient when he saw that the girl in front of him did not react at all. He stepped forward and stabbed her.

He had initially thought that causing a death would easily lead to unnecessary trouble, but since this woman was determined to die, he decided to grant her wish.

But the next moment, a sharp blade formed from holy light appeared out of thin air, and with a flash of golden light, the man's arm was instantly severed in two.

Things happened so fast that the man seemed to only realize what had happened when blood splattered on his face.

"what……"

His eyes bulged out, and before he could even scream in pain, a circle of golden light flew over with a "whoosh" and clamped his mouth shut, pinning his head to the wall at the same time.

In the past, the fake saintess would have always aimed to kill whenever she made a move, but this time she restrained the urge to use the Holy Light Blade to sever the opponent's throat.

She summoned a golden radiance that flowed down the man's arm, easing the pain but not healing his wounds. Then, with a flick of her finger, she removed the halo around his face, her expression grim. "These black snakes... were you sent by the head of the Rossia family?"

"Who are you, and how do you know these things...?"

The man's forehead was covered in cold sweat, and he looked somewhat surprised. Then, as if realizing something, he suddenly understood, "Wait a minute, are you one of the company's employees??"

"Hey, what do you mean by this? We're allies!"

"I don't recall you informing the company that you would be spreading Black Snake Disease in the Holy City,"

The fake saintess said coldly, "How many more people have you sent to do this kind of thing?"

"Foolish, do you still harbor some pointless pity?"

The man curled his lips in disdain. "The allied forces have already suffered a defeat. Since the Holy City cannot belong to us, we might as well destroy it and let it become dust in history."

"Huh? That's not what you Dark Shepherds said at the beginning..."

"Praise be to my Lord, glory to chaos!!!"

"boom"

Just as the man finished speaking, his body burst open like a balloon.

The splattering, bright red meat flakes were mixed with countless tiny black snakes, resembling tadpoles scattered by a fairy maiden.

Fortunately, the fake saintess reacted very quickly. She spread her five fingers, and a sphere of holy light appeared, instantly transforming into a spherical barrier that enveloped the space around the man.

Then she clenched her fist, and the ball of light immediately contracted, burning everything it touched to ashes.

The walls on both sides of the alley were melted with holes by this divine spell.

However, after dealing with the followers of the Dark Shepherd, the fake saint knew that things were far from over.

As the saying goes, if you see one cockroach in your house, it means the whole house is infested with cockroaches.

The fact that a follower of the Dark Shepherd could emerge here to spread the Black Serpent suggests that the entire Holy City is likely filled with people spreading the Black Serpent.

But it seems that the Dark Shepherd's desires go beyond this; the once azure sky above gradually darkens at this moment.

Thick, dark clouds blocked out the sunlight, casting shadows that blanketed the earth.

If you stand on the highest point of the White Tower and look into the distance, you can see that these dark clouds are actually expanding from above the Rossiya family castle. The clouds there are dark and heavy, like a mountain range hanging upside down in the sky.

"Rumble"

An overwhelming sense of oppression spread, accompanied by a deafening clap of thunder, and torrential rain fell from the sky, gradually spreading throughout the entire Morning Star Ridge.

Cold rain poured down from the sky. The fake saintess pulled up the hood of her cloak, and a protective light barrier appeared around her. Then, a pair of golden wings made of holy light unfurled from her back.

She flapped her wings and soared into the dark sky with a "whoosh," like a lone star rising from the earth, standing high in the sky, casting her gaze towards the distant castle of the Rossia family amidst the torrential rain.

At this moment, the wilderness where the fortress was located had been submerged by almost endless rainwater, forming a huge lake.

It wasn't so much rain there as it was a river flowing down from the sky, washing over the land.