The Villain Saint is my secondary account

Ella could probably guess what Dean was thinking.

He gave everything to protect a girl and endured inhuman torture and pain, but at the last moment before his sacrifice, he found out that the person he had always wanted to protect was dead.

Nothing he did made sense anymore.

Be it revenge or sacrifice, everything he had done before and was about to do was in vain, just like a lonely clown who finished his one-man show, only to find that the only audience had already left.

Everything about him was meaningless.

Therefore, he fell into despair.

Ella had no such experience, but she once had a friend who did.

This made it very clear to her that all she had to do next was give an affirmative answer.

Then the only person in the world who could see through her identity would be completely dead.

First there is mental collapse, and finally physical destruction.

This is the only hidden danger for Ella at the moment, but it is so insignificant that it can be solved with just a gentle blow.

Then...why not just let him die?

Everyone felt relieved when he died, his life was freed, and Ella could rest assured.

Ella was silent for a moment...

He sighed softly.

There are some things that you can never do, no matter how simple they are.

Then... what should we do? How can we awaken the will to live in a dying person?

Ella calmed herself down and looked at the boy. Then, trying to imagine an image in her memory, she stretched out a finger.

The white and slender fingers slowly moved up along the boy's throat skin and lifted his chin.

The corners of her mouth turned up, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her deep red pupils looked enchanting and evil against the backdrop of her holy long dress.

"That's quite clever, Mr. Dean. It seems you really care about her."

"Then...if you don't want Miss Ella Harvel to disappear from this world."

"Just be my dog~"

Chapter 30: Testing

What a sin, it really is a sin...

After returning from the prison tower, Ella soaked in the holy spring, sighing constantly.

"Lady Ella, why do you look a little unhappy today?" The little nun Mino, who was rubbing Ella's arms, looked at Ella's worried face and couldn't help but ask with concern.

"I don't know what to say either." Ella replied helplessly.

Under the watchful eyes of the elders of the temple, she wanted to give Dean's brother a chance to survive, and the only thing she could think of was that miraculous method.

She also saw clearly how a person's eyes could burst into flames from despair.

Although this may lead to weird developments later on...

But there was no way around it. In a sense, Ella owed him this.

If it weren't for Dean's trick at the ceremony, Ella might have been killed by the Templar as soon as she came here.

But having said that, it is still a bit embarrassing.

Moreover, after having the desire to survive, the problem becomes how to get Dean out.

The prison tower was so heavily guarded that it felt difficult to get even a mosquito out. The most important thing was that there were only a few prisoners in the entire dungeon - most of the enemies in the temple were directly sent to the stake, and only criminals or suspects who still had intelligence value would be temporarily detained for a period of time.

This also means that the dungeon guard is equivalent to living directly on that guy's face, and he can't do anything.

Going through formal channels would be even more difficult. The Holy Temple would never allow a person with clues about the evil god to be released easily.

Ugh……

Seeing the Saint Lady falling into a state of sorrowful thinking again, the two little nuns looked at each other and didn't want to disturb her anymore. They just quietly stayed close to Ella's body in the spring water, slowly wiping her skin with their little hands...

"Wait, what are you doing, folding cats and dogs?" Feeling that she was double-teamed from both sides, Ella suddenly woke up and reached out to gently pinch the faces of the two little nuns.

"Ah..." The little nun Mino shrank her head like a kitten, but then rubbed her face on Ella's fingers with a blushing face.

what happened!

This actually made Ella at a loss. Her face turned red and steam came out from her head.

"Mother Margaret said that if a good friend is troubled, give her a hug." Nia, who was holding Ella's arm on the other side, spoke softly.

"Yeah." Mino nodded with a red face.

Well, there is something wrong with my thinking, I confess to the God of Light.

"So, you two are twins?" Ella looked around. Although the two little nuns were both very cute, they didn't look alike.

"We grew up in the same orphanage. Mother Margaret was the nun who took care of us." Mino shook his head. "We were adopted by the adults in the church when we were eight years old."

"I see." Ella understood. Sometimes the Temple would still do some human work. Unless all the members of such a large organization were contaminated by an evil god and driven insane, its performance would often be multifaceted and three-dimensional.

For example, churches often adopt orphans and provide them with food, clothing, and jobs. Although this may not be entirely out of charity, it is still a good thing.

"Lord Ella, are you feeling better?" Nia said timidly.

"Much better, thank you two little ones." Ella smiled and touched Nia's head.

"Hehe." Nia covered her mouth and chuckled, "As long as Lady Ella is happy, that's good. And Lady Ella has earned so many gold coins today, she shouldn't be so sad."

"Thank you... gold coins, what gold coins?" Ella was stunned. When did the temple ever give her gold coins?

"Ah, aren't there a lot of people here today to listen to Master Ella's preaching?"

"There are a lot of people..." Ella put her finger on her lips and tilted her head slightly, "but they all came to listen to the preaching, and no one gave me gold coins."

"Huh?" Mino asked in a puzzled tone, "But when I passed by the chapel, the sign outside the door read, 'Sunday Preacher - Holy Lady of Light, admission requires a donation of 2,000 gold coins.'"

ha?

"Master Duo...?"

"Ah... two thousand ducks."

Ella was speechless for a moment.

...Two thousand gold coins???

I killed an Outer God's nurse, killed an Outer God's agent, two stages in a row, and killed a demigod in the fusion stage. In the end, the system task settlement gave me only this much...

I only gave 500 gold coins! Add it all up!!!

No wonder a bunch of elders and high priests came to my door and begged me to become a saint. I thought it was the will of God before. If it were me now, I would also ask for it. This is more than a saint, this is simply a cash cow! It is an idol gold-digging project personally selected by the God of Light!

Just put the saint in that small room, and the profit from one customer coming is equivalent to killing four demigods!

What kind of fucking capitalism is this? ? They're also pumping money into the system! I take back what I just said, you deserve to die, Holy Church!

The Saint's face suddenly showed a depressed expression. The two little nuns looked at each other, not knowing what had happened, and had to hug her silently again.

……

Day two.

Angry Ella ran directly to the high priest's office.

"High Priest, this is a bit too much!" Ella pushed the door open and walked in, frowning slightly, looking depressed and indignant, but trying her best to maintain her ladylike demeanor. "I recognize that the Saint needs to do preaching work, but isn't it a bit too much to charge gold coins for this?"

"Good morning, Saint Lady... Hehe, calm down first. Preaching is the tradition of the temple. I didn't expect that you would be so angry." The high priest leaned back in the soft chair with a kind look. "I can understand your feelings, Saint Lady, but this tradition cannot be easily changed. And think about it, if you don't charge gold coins, with your popularity, people from all over Valonde may come to listen to your preaching."

Ella had expected that the old guy would not change anything just because of a few complaints from her.

However, her real purpose was not to complain about this.

Having lived two lives, Ella certainly would not act rashly just because she was angry about something. On the contrary, after realizing that the Temple's behavior was not "legitimate" enough for her, she keenly sensed the hidden opportunities in it.

"Hmm..." After pretending to think, the silver-haired girl nodded, her eyes wandering, "High Priest, I understand what you mean. But... isn't this a little unfair to me?"

"Well...if the Saint thinks this is inappropriate, we can lower the threshold to benefit more people." The high priest smiled, "Before, I just thought you didn't need this meager income, so I used it for the construction of the church without informing you...Of course, the Saint works so hard as a preacher, and I didn't consider your feelings. It was indeed my inconsiderateness, and I have to apologize to you for this."

Old fox.

After hearing this, Ella thought secretly.

He first said that the income could be reduced, and then mentioned that Ella would be included in the share. This was both a test of Ella's motives in raising this question and a pretense of winning her over to make up for the loss.

If you really want to consider her, you should tell her about this from the beginning!

Hiss, wait a minute, will this old guy’s temptation go beyond this?

Looking at the high priest's calm eyes, Ella suddenly noticed something was wrong.

The Chosen Ones of the God of Light have always been the spokesmen of the God of Light, following God's will and having "noble and pure" hearts. Could it be that the high priest intended to test my attitude towards charging for preaching in this way from the very beginning?

Could it be that he... is also doubting something...?

Ella thought for a while without making any expression, and adjusted her worried expression. "It's okay, High Priest. Thank you for your understanding. As you know, as the eldest daughter of the Duke, I don't really care about gold coins..."

Well, actually I still care about it.

"…As a preacher, I feel very honored and happy to be able to spread the teachings of our Lord to everyone. However, I have a small request and I wonder if the high priest can satisfy me."

"What kind of request is that, Saint Lady?" The high priest leaned forward slightly. "You are the future leader of the temple. If you have any conditions, we will definitely meet them."

Ella clasped her hands together and intertwined her fingers, as if she was praying pitifully, "Mr. Dean in the dungeon is one of my closest family members. I still hope that the Cathedral can release him."

Chapter 31 Family Letter

“This…” The high priest immediately put on an awkward expression. “I understand and admire your concern for your family, but this involves the investigation of the evil god incident. You may not know how many clergymen have sacrificed their lives in the fight against the Dark Cult, and how much innocent blood has been shed. Saint, please reconsider this.”

"Indeed, I know this is a bit unreasonable." Ella sighed, "Then at least, can you not execute Mr. Dean? I heard that in that ceremony, almost all the loyal followers of the Dark Shepherd were sacrificed. Even if Mr. Dean was one of them, he is not a very important person."

"It's hard for me to promise you, Saint." The high priest stroked his beard, "but I will do my best."

If you directly say that you want to open the window, the other party will bargain with you about "opening or not opening", but if you say that you want to lift the ceiling, then the other party will start to discuss with you whether you can just open the window.

I can only help you up to this point, Brother Dean. The rest depends on your luck.

Ella silently prayed for the poor boy in her heart, "After that, will I be able to meet Mr. Dean again?"

"That's no problem, Lady Saint. I'll give you a coat of arms in a moment, and you can visit Mr. Dean anytime."

"Thank you, High Priest. May the great God of Light bless you."

"No, no, thank you for your hard work, Saint Lady. Thank you for your contribution to the temple. May the great God of Light bless you."

Oh, it turns out that this sentence can be said this way. You are worthy of being the high priest.

Ella's preaching level has improved a little bit.

……

As soon as Ella returned to the training room, Freya had already delivered what the high priest promised.

The coat of arms was actually a small ivory disc engraved with the sun symbol symbolizing the temple and some miniature words praising the God of Light.

Although Ella is a saint chosen by God, she has just entered the temple for further studies. She is like a management trainee sent by the chairman to the company. Everyone knows that she will become the boss of the headquarters in the next few years, but now, the person in charge of the Loren Cathedral is still High Priest Evans. The other party is like a strategic executive of the big enterprise, the Temple, in the Loren Empire region. If you want to do business in the Temple of the Loren Empire, you still have to follow the procedures and formalities.

After getting the seal, Ella did not rush to find Dean, but first used magic to carefully examine the seal.

There was no way. Ever since she suspected that the high priest was doubting her, Ella had been extremely cautious towards the high priest.

As for the meeting with Dean, the high priest agreed a little too readily. Ella thought it would be arranged at a fixed time or with a limited number of times. This time he directly gave her a pass emblem to the prison tower, which made it hard for Ella not to suspect that the old fox was considering something again.

If there was some tracking or eavesdropping magic on this emblem, Ella might be torn apart.

However, the magic did not detect anything.

But putting aside those evil god spells, the ordinary magic that Ella can use now is only at the apprentice level on average. If it is the extraordinary spell of the high priest, it is normal that she cannot detect anything.

Although she felt that if the high priest really regarded her as an evil god, he would not place a spell on this small emblem to avoid alerting the enemy. After all, the high priest did not know her true strength, and it would be very embarrassing if it was directly unleashed.

Oh, it’s really troublesome. I have to think over and over again before taking something from the high priest.

Ella played with the emblem in her hand and felt a little tired.

Mr. Bos on the stage had long been accustomed to the absent-minded Saint Lady below the stage, and he wrote furiously on the blackboard. He now felt that as long as there were still clergymen who listened to his class seriously, he must maintain high enthusiasm to fulfill his duties as a teacher.