The Villain Saint is my secondary account

After inspecting the corridors and rooms with two team members, he briefly questioned the members and servants of the mansion and reviewed some recent documents, but found nothing too unusual.

If I had to pick one, the only thing that caught my attention was the tall, muscular, dark-haired servant accompanying Marquis Mocardo.

However, with the fall of the southern provinces, many people fled to the north, including many refugees from other regions. Therefore, it was not unusual to see foreigners in the territory outside Leonia City.

Soon, half a morning had passed.

After completing the inspection, Reinhardt and two team members went to the Marquis's study and rested on the sofa.

"What was the result, Sir Knight Commander?"

Marquis Mocardode ordered his servants to bring tea and asked a question as he did so.

"No problems were found. I will report to Her Majesty the Empress that your loyalty to the Empire remains unwavering."

"Thank you very much."

Marquis Mokadod seemed relieved. "Praise be to Her Majesty the Queen."

Just then, a servant brought over tea and placed it in front of Reinhardt and his party of knights.

Reinhardt picked up his teacup, tilted his head slightly, and was about to take a sip when his sharp eyes seemed to suddenly notice something, and his pupils contracted sharply.

He didn't drink the tea, but instead put the cup back on the table.

"This tea set must have been in the collection of the Marquis for a long time."

As he spoke, he glanced discreetly across the carpet, as if searching for something.

"Ok?"

Marquis Mokadode was taken aback at first, then laughed and said, "Indeed, this is sea porcelain from the south. Sir Knight, you seem to have some knowledge of tea sets?"

"This is porcelain that is produced in my hometown. When I was little, my father taught me how to make similar porcelain cups."

Reinhardt never shied away from admitting his commoner origins, but this surprised Marquis Mocardod somewhat. "Oh?... Oh, so the Knight Commander is a commoner. To be able to join the Sky Knights at such a young age is quite remarkable."

What I actually wanted to say was…

Reinhardt touched the teacup on the table. "I can tell that this teacup and this tea set were not made in the same batch."

"This teacup is noticeably newer. A noble family like the Marquis's wouldn't normally have its servants make such a basic mistake as bringing the wrong tea set, would they?"

"……Um?"

Marquis Mokadod didn't react at first, then his face immediately stiffened. "Oh dear, this is my mistake. I didn't even notice it. My apologies."

After saying that, he pointed to the servant by the sofa and said, "What are you doing? Hurry up and get the Knight Commander a new tea set."

"Wait a minute."

Reinhardt pressed down on the teacup with one hand, then snapped his fingers at the carpet next to the desk with the other.

A gentle breeze swept by, lifting a tiny, snow-white fragment from the carpet and rolling it into his palm.

"But this teacup fragment looks like it was produced in the same batch as the whole set."

Upon seeing the shards, Marquis Mokadode's expression immediately changed, and he swallowed hard. "I had almost forgotten if the Knight Commander hadn't mentioned it. This must have been a teacup that the servant accidentally broke this morning, so we replaced it."

"Really?"

Reinhardt raised an eyebrow. "My lord, why don't you just tell me who else came to your room this morning, someone so startling that you accidentally knocked over your teacup?"

"Sir Knight Commander, what you're saying is completely unfounded."

Marquis Mokadode chuckled, “I’ve already said it was just a servant who spilled it. If you’re unhappy that the servants served the wrong tea set, I can punish them right now, and I guarantee it will satisfy you.”

"I am dissatisfied with your attempt to conceal the truth."

Reinhardt's tone began to tighten, "You have one last chance to tell the truth, otherwise, I will have no choice but to resort to force."

"I really don't know what you're talking about."

Marquis Mokadode shook his head. "It was just a servant who bumped into it. You're being too sensitive."

"Then, Your Excellency, could you please tell me exactly when the servant knocked it over?"

"I already said, in the morning."

"Which part of the tea service did I mean?"

"Of course, it's when you're making tea..."

Marquis Mocardo said instinctively.

"Where is the tea stain on the carpet?"

Reinhardt's eyes grew colder. "The porcelain cup used for brewing tea fell to the ground, leaving only shards but not a single tea stain?"

"I might be mistaken. It should have been when we were collecting the teacups..."

“My lord, when I checked your manor’s accounts earlier, I did not see any record of a fine for a servant’s wages for damaging tea utensils today.”

"That……"

Reinhardt slammed his hand on the table.

"Snapped"

"Enough! What are you trying to hide, Marquis Mocardod?"

The room fell silent for a few seconds after that sharp shout.

Although Reinhardt's two teammates did not understand the previous conversation, they sensed the tense atmosphere and put their hands on the hilts of their swords at their waists.

Marquis Mokadode's face stiffened, and after a brief eye contact with Reinhardt, he suddenly spoke.

"Do it!"

At this command, the servants who were waiting on either side of the sofa suddenly pulled out short knives from their sleeves and rushed towards Reinhardt without saying a word.

Reinhardt was already prepared. He kicked over the table and drew his longsword from his waist.

As an elite knight in the group, dealing with a few assassins disguised as servants was naturally a piece of cake.

Like a rose in full bloom, blood splattered everywhere.

In a single exchange, Reinhardt cut down all the servants who rushed at him.

Marquis Mocardode, who was behind the desk, was so frightened that he stood up and took a few steps back. Reinhardt took a step forward and his swift figure swept across the entire room, ready to capture Marquis Mocardode.

But at that moment, the burly attendant beside the marquis, who had not made a move until now, stepped forward and ripped open his attendant's coat with both hands, revealing a shirt embroidered with crooked letters underneath.

"I love the saintess...?"

Reinhardt glanced at the characters on the shirt, completely bewildered, but as he watched the other man throw a punch at his sword, he curled his lip in disdain.

How dare he catch his sword with his bare hands?

Reinhardt narrowed his eyes, unsure whether to scoff at the other's recklessness or arrogance.

He was able to join the Sky Knights as the first of the younger generation, and his sword skills are not something that just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can easily fake. Yet this guy actually dared to catch it bare-handed. It's ridiculous.

As Reinhardt was thinking this, he watched as the blade of his sword was shattered by a single punch.

what? ? ?

Reinhardt's eyes widened, and then the fierce wind emanating from that fist almost blew his face off.

The lingering shockwave traveled to his arm, shattering bones and slamming into his chest, sending him flying.

But he ultimately failed to take flight, because the other person grabbed his head again and slammed him hard onto the floor from mid-air.

"boom"

Reinhardt's face made contact with the floor so hard that it created a large dent.

"Don't kill him."

A light and melodious female voice suddenly rang out, instantly calming the noise in the room like a spring breeze.

Reinhardt struggled to look up, only to find a petite, silver-haired girl sitting on the desk in front of him.

A few crows circled in the room. The girl looked down at Reinhardt with her deep red, beautiful eyes. Her tiny, ice cream-like feet, clad in leather shoes, swayed gently on the edge of the table.

"Your Holiness, we are honored that you have come in person."

From the side, Mokadode's voice, filled with awe, came from nearby.

...The Holy Maiden?

Reinhardt struggled to lift his head, his gaze meeting the girl's playful yet alluring eyes.

"You are...the Chaos Witch...!?"

Reinhardt's throat moved slightly, and he couldn't help but utter a trembling sound.

"presumptuous!"

The servant holding Reinhardt's head immediately glared angrily and raised his fist to smash it down on Reinhardt's head.

"Alright, don't take those words to heart, Oz."

Ella waved her hand.

"I will do as you say, Your Majesty."

Oz's tone instantly became respectful, and he withdrew his fist. "However, Your Holiness, my name is not Oz, but Saint..."

"Cough cough."

Ella cupped her small fist to her mouth and coughed twice, seemingly a little embarrassed.

Then she looked at Reinhardt again, a sly smile playing on her lips.

"Nice to meet you, Sir Knight."

Chapter 198 A Life of Mere Survival

In the silent room, Reinhardt knelt on the carpet, his two teammates disarmed and held down by Oz and other members of the Holy Light Revelation disguised as servants, like prisoners awaiting interrogation.

Marquis Mocardode stood tremblingly by the desk, his respectful demeanor more like that of a lowly servant than a powerful nobleman.

Without exception, everyone seemed to be respectfully awaiting the instructions of the petite girl sitting upright at the desk.

But in reality, no matter how elegant and proud Ella looked like a little swan, she was actually quite helpless about the sudden intrusion of the Sky Knights.

Originally, after these two days, the Marquis of Mokadode, who had already been turned, was a secret weapon that could deliver a crucial blow to the royal family during the coup. However, now that Reinhardt has barged in, it's no longer easy to keep this a secret.

If we detain all these guys, Silvana will definitely become wary of Mokadod.

But as for brainwashing... as mentioned before, Ella doesn't have direct brainwashing abilities.

Tentacles can corrupt a person's soul, but they cannot make the other person loyal. Even now, there are still some Earth Church believers she rescued from the dungeon who do not trust her.

It's just that the brainwashing sarcophagus that Silvana placed underground was too insidious; otherwise, Ella might not have had the chance to join forces with various nobles to shake the other side's reputation.

Getting back to the main point, how to deal with Reinhardt remains a thorny issue.

After a moment of silence, Ella slowly spoke again.

“Mr. Knight, to be precise, we don’t actually have a conflict of stance.”

"You are loyal to the Aslan Empire, and I only hope to restore it to its original state."

"Further words are useless; you can't possibly bewitch my mind!"

Despite his fear, Reinhardt said in a trembling voice, "If you have the guts, kill us! The knights of our empire will never stoop to your level!"

"Why!??"

However, before Ella could reply, Reinhardt's kneeling teammate hurriedly spoke up.

"No! Don't be so absolute, Captain!..."

Seemingly afraid that Reinhardt might not understand, the noble knight took two steps closer and whispered in Reinhardt's ear.

"Don't let her appearance fool you... she also has a nickname, the Holy City Tyrant, she kills without blinking an eye!"

"Of course I know."

Reinhardt glanced at his teammate with displeasure. "From the day I joined the Knights and took my oath, I was prepared to sacrifice myself for the Empire!"

"oops!……"

His knight teammate stomped his foot in exasperation, "Can't you save your awareness for when you get back to the Knights? Is this the kind of awareness everyone needs right now?"