The Villain Saint is my secondary account

The afternoon practice time was spent in boredom. Ella stretched lazily, took a look at the new Holy Light spell that Teacher Boss had just explained on the blackboard, and entered it into the Evil God skill tree. She was about to leave the classroom when she suddenly saw a petite figure in black and white nun clothes looking around at the door.

"Nia?" Ella called out softly when she saw the person coming, which also attracted the attention of the priests surrounding Ella.

"Ai... Lady Ella." Nia seemed a little nervous when so many people were looking at her. "The post office said you have a letter there. Do you need them to deliver it to your bedroom?"

"Just send it over directly," Ella was a little confused. There shouldn't be any need to notify them specially.

"But...but the number is a bit too much." Nia said timidly.

The number is a bit too much...how many can there be?

When Ella followed Nia to the post office and the volunteers there stuffed a large box of letters in front of her, she realized how many letters there were.

What is this? ?

Ella picked up a letter and opened it.

"Dear Saint Lady"

"Since that day we parted, your image has been lingering in my mind."

"Your holiness and beauty are so..."

Ella's eyes jumped directly to the signature.

"Yours faithfully, Andre Devin"

I knew it. Ella stuffed the letter back into the box wordlessly, opened another one, and glanced directly at the end of the page.

"Yours faithfully, Andrea..."

After opening several letters signed "Andre Devin" in succession, Lady Saint finally couldn't help it. Just as she was thinking about where there was an incinerator nearby, Nia beside her suddenly said, "Lady Ella, here is a letter with the Duke's Palace postmark."

The Duke's Palace?

Ella opened the letter and found that it was indeed sent from her home.

"Dear Daughter"

"It's been four days since you left home and you haven't replied to any letters. Mom is a little worried about your condition."

"Have you adapted to the food in the sanctuary? Have they bullied you? Did you sleep well? I noticed that you didn't bring the blanket you always covered yourself with at home, so I asked the maid to bring it to you."

"Your father has a lot of things to do recently, so I am going back to the territory with him. You are alone in the imperial city, so you must take care of yourself."

"He didn't have time to write a long letter, so he asked me to tell you to learn from the elders of the church."

"Since the second prince visited our house last time, you have been locking yourself in your room. Mom is very worried. But the high priest said that your studies in the temple are going well and you have made friends. Mom is very happy and proud of you..."

Ella rolled up the long letter from home, sighed softly, and put it in her pocket.

These words reminded her of the terrible Second Prince.

Just as the other party said, she, Ella, is the Holy Maiden of Light. She can be high above and detached from the world, but her family is not.

If it was an ordinary assassin threat or something, even if it was a secret cult or an enemy spy, Ella would turn to the Holy Temple for help, and the Holy Temple would immediately send two master-level elders over. It would not be a problem for them to take shifts around the clock to guard her family.

But the second prince is a politician.

Politicians use the trick of confusing right and wrong and falsifying black and white. Their way of killing people is to take advantage of the economy, suppress power, and even frame others.

It won't involve human lives so quickly and directly, but the status of the Hevel family may be suppressed, tens of thousands of refugees may be generated in the Dukedom, and the power of the Duke's Palace may be slowly weakened.

The Holy Temple is a religious force after all. Even if it is a giant sacred force, it can provide human rights protection, but unless it wants to be attacked by all the human empires on the continent, there is no reason for it to interfere in the internal affairs of a sovereign empire.

Not only will she be unable to intervene, but Ella will also be restricted because of the identity of the temple.

Even though she herself knew that she was trying to protect the Duke's Mansion against the Second Prince, that old scoundrel, but in the eyes of other high-ranking officials of the Loren Empire, it was the theocratic power of the Holy Temple who wanted to directly and openly interfere in the election of the throne.

This is impossible to tolerate for a big empire. If the Holy Temple dares to interfere in the candidates for the throne openly today, the whole empire may become the Holy Temple the day after tomorrow.

By then, the entire Loren Empire will become an enemy.

But having said that, Ella knew that Duke Haiweil was no pushover.

He could become a lord dominating one side of the empire, but with the power of a royal candidate who has not yet come to power, it is hard to say what the result would be if they really had a clash of powers.

After thinking it over, Ella felt that given her current position, it would be futile to think about this aspect any more. However, she might still have to write a letter to remind her adopted father to be careful about the Second Prince. After all, the Haywel family was still openly supporting the Second Prince.

To be honest, to some extent, the person that the Seavel couple loved was not the Ella that she is now. She didn't know what she was worrying about, but she couldn't completely ignore it.

Then, Ella rummaged through the box again, pushed aside a pile of letters with the Devon family postmark, and found a different letter.

This time, the postmark on the letter was a three-dimensional and distinctive lion head with its head held high.

She ran her fingertips over the postmark, slightly puzzled.

Is this... a letter from the royal family?

Chapter 32 Visit

Could this letter be from that guy again?

Ella had a bad feeling, so she opened the letter, only to find that the content was not what she had imagined.

"Dear Saint Lady"

"I have suffered from a strange disease since childhood that has caused me to be paralyzed. I have sought medical treatment everywhere but to no avail."

"I have heard of the name of the Saint Lady of Light, and I am looking for your help."

"If the Saint Lady is willing to help, please send the enclosed seal back to the royal family. I will be extremely grateful and will definitely give you a generous gift in return."

"If you don't have this intention, please ignore this letter. I would like to express my gratitude to the Saint Lady for reading this far."

"May the great God of Light protect the Saint Lady."

There was no signature at the end of the letter, but there was a round lion head emblem inside the envelope.

Ella hesitated, deciding to burn the letter as well.

What the hell is the holy light spell she knows? The little holy light she managed to produce during the practical class almost made the priest lady next to her laugh to death.

But this is a letter from the royal family... If she doesn't reply, what if the reply is from someone like the Second Prince, who appears to be humble and polite but is actually petty and vindictive? Ella doesn't want to have another person in the royal family who wants to disgust her.

But the headache is that she can't reply yet. The guy who sent the letter seems to be polite, but he is actually quite stubborn. He just wants to know whether you, the Saint, are willing to treat him. He doesn't want to hear any other polite words.

So we can only use a coat of arms to express the meaning, "come" or "not come".

Is it true that everyone in the royal family is so troublesome?

Ella was very upset. After thinking it over for a long time, she finally borrowed a feather pen from the post office, wrote a letter, put the emblem in an envelope and asked a volunteer to mail it.

"I will definitely deliver it to you, Lady Saint." The volunteer took the letter respectfully, gently stroked the surface of the envelope a few times, and then reluctantly sealed the letter and put it into the mailbox next to him.

Ella looked at the remaining letters, most of which were harassing letters in the Devin style, so she stuffed them back into the box and prepared to take it out and throw it away.

"Oh, oh, Lady Saint, let me do this!" Nia, who was standing by, saw Ella picking up the big box and hurried over to grab it.

What a joke, how could she let the Saint move things! ?

"No, I can do it myself..." Before Ella could finish her words, the little nun slipped and fell directly on Ella.

The flying envelopes were like snowflakes, scattering all over the two of them.

"Hiss——" Ella touched her buttocks. Fortunately, the skill attribute upgrades in the system were shared. When Ye Xiao's physique was strengthened, her own would also be strengthened. Otherwise, if it were the previous Ella, this little girl would have smashed her buttocks and swollen them.

"Woo..." Nia raised her head from Ella's chest, her baby face with flushed cheeks and eyes as moist as crystals.

"Saint...Lady Saint, I didn't mean it..." Nia's pink little nose began to twitch, and tears were about to flow from her watery eyes.

"Ah, don't cry, don't cry, be good, it's okay." Ella was quick to hug the little girl and comfort her, barely preventing the little nun from crying in public.

Who is taking care of whom?

Ella stroked the girl's head to comfort her while picking up the letters scattered nearby.

Fortunately, most of the clergymen passing by were quite enthusiastic. They quickly came over when they saw the little accident here, and together with the volunteers, helped Ella pack all the letters back into the box.

However, this made Ella a little embarrassed. With so many people paying attention to her, it would be difficult for her to find a nearby trash can to throw away the letters. Throwing other people's letters into the trash can without opening them would seem somewhat impolite.

The saint still has to pay attention to her image.

Of course, what she didn't know was that even if she hadn't fallen, most people would still be stealing glances in this direction. After all, everyone likes to take a few more glances at a beautiful girl.

After all this trouble, Ella had no choice but to let Nia move the box back to the bedroom first and then find a place to dispose of it later.

"Oh, by the way, there is also a blanket, which should also be sent to me." Ella took two steps and suddenly remembered, then turned back and asked the volunteer.

"Oh, there is a blanket. Let me see. Here, Saint Lady."

Ella took the blanket and nodded in thanks.

After leaving the post office and giving instructions to Nia, Ella turned to the restaurant to order a simple lunch box, and then headed towards the prison tower.

Of course, she was not going to have dinner with Dean, but she thought that since she had already saved Dean from the death penalty and made that guy want to survive, she had to provide him with an insurance policy just in case and also treat his terrible injuries.

After all, if this kid thinks about it and reports me to the church, wouldn't that be shooting himself in the foot?

The prison tower still looks just as ferocious in the evening, with the setting sun shining on the devil statue, giving it a vaguely lifelike feel between light and shadow.

The Templar guarding the gate briefly checked the emblem handed over by Ella and then opened the door behind him.

"Please come in, Saint Lady."

Ella walked down the long and empty stairs to the dungeon, and smiled slightly when she saw the familiar big brother in the cell.

Dean was still tied with chains and sitting on the clean ground, but the look he gave her this time was clearly filled with suppressed anger, at least not as dull as last time.

Ella handed the emblem to the Templar Knight who was traveling with her. She was still a little worried about it. "Could you keep this for me?"

The honest Templar nodded, helped the Saint unlock the door, and then stood guard at the door of the cell with the coat of arms.

The cell was very spacious and large. The Templar at the door could see the movements of the silver-haired girl's back, but he could not hear what Ella and Dean whispered.

"You...what are you going to do?"

Maybe it was because he was more energetic, but Dean's voice had some strength.

"I'm here to feed you because I'm worried about your health." Ella knelt on the ground, smiling. Her cheeks were rosy, and her half-closed eyes looked indescribably weird in Dean's eyes.

"Would you be so kind...?" Dean swallowed. He had a strong sense of foreboding.

"Of course. How can the owner let his dog starve?" Ai's skirt spread slightly, revealing her two calves. She took off her white gloves and put them aside, then gently untied the small cloth bag holding the food.

It was a piece of freshly baked sandwich, drizzled with fragrant butter. As the hot steam rose, the aroma unrestrainedly penetrated Dean's nostrils.

This was something Dean, who had been in jail for several days and had only eaten paste and water, could not resist.

Every cell in his body was unblocked by the aroma, and his eyes were fixed on the bread.

"Ah, open your mouth~"

A gentle voice sounded, and Dean opened his mouth involuntarily.

However, just as he was about to take a bite of the bread, he suddenly discovered that something seemed to be moving in the sandwich.

"What is this..." His eyes widened, but Ella quickly forced the bread into his mouth.

The bread was indeed fragrant, but there was something cold and slippery stuck in it that even stretched my throat.

Dean's eyeballs almost popped out of their sockets and his legs couldn't stop shaking, but Ella's white hand covered his mouth.

"Ugh!!! Ugh!!!"

Ella used her other hand to hold the struggling Dean tightly, to prevent him from shaking too much and being discovered that something was wrong. However, her face showed a worried expression, "Dean? Dean? Are you okay? Did you choke?"

The Templar Knight outside the door looked inside the cell, then looked at his other companion and sighed, "It's great that the Saint Lady will take care of us in prison."

"What? You want to go to jail too?" His companion glanced at him.

"I also want to be hugged like this by the Saint Lady." The Templar Knight replied, "Tsk tsk, if I am touched by those little hands, I will never wash my face again in my life."

"How did you become a Templar..." The companion looked unhappy.

"Why, is there a conflict between believing in the great God of Light and liking cute girls?"

"It seems there is indeed no conflict." The companion shrugged, and then looked at the cell again. Ella was wiping Dean's tears with a handkerchief. "My goodness, that kid was moved to tears."

"Ah..." The Templar sighed again.

"I'm so envious." They said in unison.

……

What a humiliation!