The Villain Saint is my secondary account

However, during the day, stealth in the flowerbeds becomes more difficult.

He wandered around for a long time before finally escaping the sight of the patrolling guards and returning to the courtyard.

A black snake, a mutated Grand Master, a girl possessed by an unknown evil spirit, and the Duchy's Holy Maiden they are searching for...

Reinhardt was processing what he had seen the night before. The fact that he had been cursed by the witch was already enough to worry him, but now he was seeing these incomprehensible things, which made him feel that reality was somewhat absurd.

Who should he tell these things? And who can he seek help from?

Reinhardt was unaware that his unwavering loyalty to the Queen had been undermined by what had happened in the palace chapel the previous night, leaving him uncertain whether the royal family could still be trusted.

He wasn't stupid; to say the palace was unaware of the chapel's situation would be self-deception. The sheer number of guards surrounding the flowerbeds suggested the palace likely knew something about the chapel.

But if he doesn't inform the royal family, who else can he inform?

He was a knight of the Aslan Empire, but if he couldn't even trust the empire itself, what could he trust?

Reinhardt was confused, but then he remembered the information on the note.

The Fragrant Honey Bar... I guess I'll have to check it out.

"Reinhardt?"

Just then, a familiar shout sent a shiver down Reinhardt's spine.

Reinhardt stiffly turned his head, only to see the burly Grand Master Lancelot, accompanied by several palace guards, walking from the adjacent veranda.

"Commander... Commander."

Reinhardt's gaze darted around, but he couldn't help but meet Lancelot's eyes.

Under the sunlight, Lancelot didn't look strange at all. His face was still as sharp and handsome as ever, and he hadn't turned into the bizarre snake head he had last night.

The sunlight made it appear even more approachable.

"Why are you at the palace so early in the morning? Is there something you need to report again?"

Lancelot's question was also very friendly, but he immediately noticed Reinhardt's messy hair.

Lying on a beam all night, even hair held in place with glue will become a complete mess.

What's wrong with your hair?

Lancelot frowned slightly. "As imperial knights, we must pay attention to our appearance. We don't want the public to think we're a bunch of unkempt, makeshift people."

“Ah…hahaha.”

Reinhardt straightened up, hurriedly smoothing down his spiky hair. "I was so worried about whether the underground prison would pose a threat to the country that I forgot to take care of my appearance. I'm very sorry, Commander. I'll go back and fix myself and come back soon."

"Now that we're in the palace, let's finish dealing with things first."

Lancelot walked over and patted Reinhardt on the shoulder. "Or you can tell me what you need to report, and I'll pass it on for you."

"Ah...the report has been completed."

Reinhardt broke out in a cold sweat. "I'm getting ready to leave."

"Oh? So you arrived even earlier than me."

A subtle, enigmatic glint flashed in Lancelot's eyes. "Whom did you report to? The Grand Steward?"

broken……

Reinhardt's heart skipped a beat as he realized he had said the wrong thing.

No matter who he was reporting to, Lancelot could easily find out he was lying if he checked.

Lying would mean that his motives were questionable, and once suspected, Reinhardt would almost certainly be in trouble. In such a large city, he didn't even know where he could hide.

Being unable to lie really makes me unsuitable for doing such sneaky things...

Reinhardt pursed his lips, and under Lancelot's gaze, beads of sweat appeared on his face.

"He reported it to me."

Just then, a deep, resonant voice rang out from behind Reinhardt.

Reinhardt turned his head in surprise and saw a tall nobleman with a golden beard walking over.

The distinctive "golden lion" face made Reinhardt recognize the other person immediately.

Duke of the North, Gawain Red Melodien.

"Good morning, Commander."

Grand Duke Melodyne walked over to Reinhardt and greeted Lancelot.

"You, little knight, came running over early this morning to report on a few suspicious individuals he spotted in the Duchy's delegation. It's clear he's quite concerned about the Empire's situation, hahaha!"

Archduke Melodien was the diplomatic chief of the delegation previously appointed by Her Majesty the Queen, and Reinhardt happened to have raised doubts about the delegation at the Royal Council at that time.

Therefore, Grand Duke Melodien's explanation is quite apt and hard to doubt.

What puzzled Reinhardt was why Grand Duke Melodien would suddenly appear to explain things to him.

"I see."

Lancelot chuckled and patted Reinhardt on the shoulder a few more times. "But I still hope that if you ever discover any intelligence in the future, you'll report it to me first. Otherwise, I'd be doing a terrible dereliction of duty as the captain, hahaha."

"sure!"

Reinhardt chuckled.

Chapter 204 Fragrant Honey Bar

After exchanging a few pleasantries with Grand Duke Melodyne and Commander Lancelot, Lancelot turned and left.

Reinhardt remained where he was, somewhat bewildered.

"Your Grace, thank you for just now..."

Grand Duke Melodien silently pressed down on Reinhardt's shoulder, and the latter realized what was happening and shut his mouth.

"I have received your report, little knight. You may go wherever you wish."

Without offering much explanation, Grand Duke Melodien simply smiled kindly and walked away.

……

After leaving the palace, Reinhardt returned to his residence, took off his knight's coat, and changed into a simple and unassuming linen shirt.

He glanced at himself in the mirror, pondered for a moment, then let his ponytail down and put on a hooded cloak.

After everything was ready, he went to the east of the city to find the bar mentioned on the note.

This took him a lot of effort, since the eastern part of the city was too big, and finding a bar whose name he had never heard of before was like finding a needle in a haystack.

So much so that Reinhardt even pulled over a few passersby and asked them if they knew the place called "Honey Bar".

The result was naturally fruitless. He could only wander around the old town like a headless fly, his furtive appearance causing the patrolling guards to involuntarily focus their attention on him.

How do I find it?

Reinhardt was completely bewildered. He noticed out of the corner of his eye several guards staring at him, so he simply found a shop, sat down, and ordered a cup of black tea to avoid arousing further suspicion.

But just then, a faint scent of lilac drifted by, and a beautiful figure suddenly sat down in the seat opposite him.

The other person was also wearing a dark green travel cloak, and the lower half of their face, visible beneath the hood, revealed a high, straight nose and delicate, pale pink lips.

Her face suggests she is a pretty girl, and not a local.

Reinhardt glanced around instinctively. The store was quite deserted; there were hardly any people on the other seats.

However, he wasn't particularly bothered by this—his handsomeness was among the best even in Aslan, and he had seen all kinds of girls.

So he just quietly drank the black tea that was served, his mind preoccupied with the matter of the Fragrant Honey Bar, until the teacup was empty.

"I know where you're looking for."

But the next moment, the girl at the opposite table suddenly spoke.

"Ok?"

Reinhardt was taken aback, but the other party didn't give him much time to hesitate. He simply said, "Come with me," and got up and walked into the alleyway without looking back.

Reinhardt pressed a few copper coins under his teacup, glanced around a few times, and then hurriedly followed the other man into the alley.

The winding alleyways resembled the guts of a woman venturing deep into the heart of the old town. The girl walked quickly, always turning a corner just as Reinhardt was about to follow her into the next alley, yet always at just the right moment, ensuring that Reinhardt could see where the hem of her dress disappeared.

After many twists and turns, Reinhardt finally saw the girl enter a shop.

Calling it a shop isn't entirely accurate, because this low-rise building nestled in a deep alley doesn't even have a sign.

If it weren't for the few casually placed chairs in the shop window, Reinhardt might have thought it was just an inconspicuous family home.

He pushed open the door, and the interior was surprisingly bright. A wall lamp hung beside the clean bar, casting a warm, yellowish glow in the hall.

The girl who had led him earlier was standing inside, having pulled her hood back.

It was a black-haired girl with a delicate and clever face, exactly as Reinhardt had guessed, and a heroic air about her.

"Nice to meet you, Mr. Reinhardt."

The other person introduced himself, "My name is Luo Yuan, and as you can see, I am a traveler from another world."

"You're the one who sent me here?"

Reinhardt found the girl's face somewhat familiar, but couldn't remember where he had seen her before.

Regardless, he remained vigilant. Although the note had shown him only the tip of the iceberg of the strange things hidden behind the Knights and the Royal Family, it did not mean that the person who delivered the note to him was necessarily a good person.

In this turbulent environment, they probably just want to use him for something.

To be precise, it's not that I wanted to find you.

Luo Yuan's tone was flat, without much variation, "It's 'the teacher' who wants to see you."

"teacher?"

Reinhardt frowned slightly, then heard the soft sound of a cane tapping on the ground.

An elderly man with a hunched back and a white beard emerged from the shadows, leaning on a cane, with a petite gray-haired girl supporting his arm beside him.

"it is me."

The old man's voice was somewhat hoarse, and the back of his hands, covered in wrinkles and even cracked, was visible beneath his sleeves.

“I’m sorry for bringing you here in this way… My name is Windsado, you can also call me Mr. Windsado, and the child next to me is Chinamiloshida.”

Reinhardt's gaze lingered on the gray-haired girl for a few more moments before he finally remembered where he had seen her before.

Arrest warrants... The imperial palace just issued arrest warrants for these two people a few days ago.

Although that matter was related to the Duchy's delegation and was therefore mainly handled by Grand Duke Melodien... Reinhardt, thinking back to what happened that morning, belatedly realized that Grand Duke Melodien seemed to be one of their people as well.

Wait a minute...?

This sudden realization sent a chill down Reinhardt's spine.

Even Grand Duke Melodyne is one of their people, which means that their infiltration of the capital has probably reached a terrifying level.

But it wasn't until now that he realized such a group of people existed.

Perhaps noticing the fleeting fear on Reinhardt's face, Councilor Wendt smiled and pointed to a chair beside him. "Please have a seat, Mr. Reinhardt. You can get answers to any questions you may have here."

Reinhardt swallowed hard, but ultimately did not sit down.

"The note in my pocket... is that the one you gave me?"

"Yes."

Seeing that Reinhardt hadn't sat down, Councilor Wendt didn't urge him on, but simply answered the questions slowly.

"What exactly was it that I saw in the chapel last night?"

“The evil god Elias…and her apostles.”

Councilor Winder drew a snake on the ground with his cane. "She was the first patriarch of a family that once served the god of light and life, and ascended from human form to become a god-human who controls time and snakes."

"But after his family and the first Holy City were personally buried at the bottom of the sea by the gods they worshipped, he was influenced by chaos and went mad, intending to take revenge on the world with his family who were suppressed at the bottom of the sea."

"What you saw last night was Her descent ritual, where She possessed the vessel. Because her soul is still sealed in the Fountain of Youth in the deep sea, she can only come to the mortal world in this way."

Reinhardt listened, but didn't quite understand. His intuition told him that the other person was probably not lying.

"You know all this... Just who are you people?"