The Villain Saint is my secondary account

As Vatrian declared, Miss Windsor's father was arguably the main culprit in starting the war.

Judging from the surface, it is indeed tragic and lamentable that these nobles have fallen to such a state.

But thinking about it more deeply, isn't this, to some extent, the bitter fruit they themselves have sown?

Vatrian may have had his own selfish motives, but the emaciated commoners were a reality. Therefore, from Loren's perspective, allowing Vatrian to behead Miss Windsor might actually be more in Loren's interest.

As mentioned before, Ye Xiao would indeed risk his life to save others, but only if they shared the same stance, and at the very least, the people he saved were innocent.

But is it really worth risking his life to save a group of nobles who launched and participated in the war of aggression?

He's here as an undercover agent, not to help the duchy prosper. Wouldn't it be better if all these nobles were dead?

But even as he thought about it, he still felt that something was off about the whole thing.

"Hey, what's that guy waiting for at a time like this?!"

At the same time, Tanya, who was crouching in another corner of the cave, turned her head to look at the place where Ye Xiao should be hiding on the upper floor, and muttered impatiently.

Prior to this, they had agreed to split into two groups. Once Tanya found Miss Windsor's location, Ye Xiao would rush over, send a signal to Raymond to make a commotion and then take advantage of the chaos to provide assistance.

The plan had been going smoothly until Tanya discovered the rebels' scheme and learned that Miss Windsor would be taken to the main cave for public execution.

Ye Xiao then quickly found Raymond and instructed him to prepare for instigating a riot.

But just when everything was ready, at the most crucial moment, Tanya was shocked to find that Ye Xiao had not made any move.

Logically, Ye Xiao should have fired the whistle arrow when they arrived at their respective positions and Vatrian made his declaration. However, even though Vatrian had already raised his longsword and pointed it at Miss Windsor's neck, the whistle still hadn't sounded.

What the hell is that bastard doing?!

Tanya could no longer hold back. Just as Vatrian was about to swing his sword, she finally jumped out from the corner, drew her longsword, and roared.

"stop!"

The sudden, sharp shout echoed through the cave, causing Vatrian to stop his sword swing and turn his gaze to the audience below.

There, a blonde girl pulled off the loose-fitting guard's uniform, revealing a white dress and a long sword in her hand, pointing it at him.

Vatrian was taken aback at first, then a glint of surprise flashed in his eyes. "Oh, I thought it was someone else, but it turns out to be our Duchy's Holy Maiden."

"Tanya...!"

Miss Windsor, upon seeing the blonde girl, grasped at a straw and cried out in distress.

"Your actions have violated the laws of the Duchy. Now turn back and release Miss Windsor, and at least I'll spare your life!"

Tanya remained calm, her body radiating a dazzling golden light, but a bead of cold sweat quietly trickled down her forehead.

Her body hadn't actually recovered much. The aftereffects of overdrawing her Holy Light during the Western Frontier War meant that now, if she activated even a trace of magic, her brain would feel like it was being pricked with needles.

Therefore, the light surrounding her was merely a visual effect; she only hoped that she could use it to intimidate the other party.

Chapter 104 The Heir of Holy Light

As they spoke, hundreds of bandits rushed over with long knives and surrounded Tanya.

But a person's reputation precedes them, and her reputation for laying the foundation in the Eastern Expedition against Loren was clearly still very prominent in the duchy.

Seeing the aura of holy light emanating from her, the group of bandits hesitated to approach.

But Vatrian's cold gaze swept over Tanya's trembling arm, and soon, the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

“Very impressive, Miss Saintess.”

With that, he waved to his bandits, "No need to stop her, let her come over."

The crowd then parted to make way for the platform.

Tanya swallowed hard and slowly made her way through the throng of people.

The radiance emanating from her was like a dazzling sun, piercing the hearts of the people on either side who had long lain in the shadows.

The emaciated crowd unconsciously shrank back, like woodlice that fear the light and wanted to avoid it at all costs.

This was not their light; their eyes were filled only with fear... and hatred.

Tanya had clearly noticed all of this out of the corner of her eye, and for some reason, she felt a pang of pain in her heart, which suddenly made her thoughts somewhat chaotic.

It wasn't always like this...

No, they are just despicable robbers.

Tanya said this to herself.

"You know, I once admired you, Miss Saint."

Vatrian spoke slowly, “Compared to that sinister new saintess in the east of the continent, you, who were the saintess of light three thousand years ago, were indeed our hero.”

Tanya's steps on the high platform suddenly stopped.

A moment later, she seemed to realize what she had heard, and her eyes widened in disbelief.

"Wait, how did you know!?..."

"Of course I know."

Vatrian sighed softly. "I grew up reading your stories, Ms. Heresta."

His voice echoed through the cave, and even up high in the cave, Ye Xiao, who was still debating whether to remain a bystander, was interrupted by this sudden and shocking information.

ha? ? ?

He snapped back to his senses, grabbed the railing, and looked down.

"The third chosen one of the Light Gods in history, who repelled the Abyss Insect Swarm and became a 'hero' for humanity to establish a foothold in the central part of the continent..."

Vatrian recounted those stories, which were quite distant even for Ye Xiao.

“When I first heard that they had revived the spirit of that saint in you, I was quite excited.”

“I thought someone would finally stand up and break free from the constraints of society for us and for the people at the bottom, and change everything that was imprisoned.”

"They resurrected you because they desire your power, but I believe your soul will not be bound by them."

On the other side, Ye Xiao rubbed his temples.

Wait a minute... let me sort this out...

If Vatrian wasn't making this up, then this seemingly stupid girl really is a saint?

"Then I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you again."

Unexpectedly, Tania's expression quickly calmed down. "I don't know where you heard this from, but I am me, and Hellesta is Hellesta."

“The dead cannot be resurrected; I am merely carrying on the legacy of that saint.”

I agree with the first part of your statement.

Vatrian's gaze immediately shifted, revealing a hint of contempt.

"Therefore, it was only after I saw that you were also colluding with the nobles of the duchy that I realized the truth."

"If those in the lower class only place their hopes on others, they will never change anything."

“You are not Heresta. You have merely stolen her power, deceived the world, and become a tool for the nobles to consolidate their rule.”

"My fellow countrymen! Open your eyes and watch! Windsor Thames or that charlatan saint, I will make them burn in the flames of freedom!"

Vatrian's magic surged powerfully, and a stream of emerald green wind instantly coiled around the tip of his sword.

"Heh, have you thought this through? A mere Transcendent level is no match for me."

Tanya broke out in a cold sweat and replied in a low voice.

"You really think you can fool me by emitting some golden light?"

Vatrian scoffed. "I brought you up here so that everyone could see you clearly."

"The so-called Holy Maiden of Light is nothing more than this."

bad!

Tanya sensed something was wrong, but the next moment, Vatrian's figure rushed in front of her like lightning.

A sword, imbued with emerald magic, slashed down, and Tanya hurriedly parried with both hands holding her sword horizontally.

She did her best to summon her magic to call upon the Holy Light for protection, but the Holy Light did not respond. In the end, she could only rely on her physical strength to withstand the swift sword strike.

The sharp clang of metal striking metal pierced her eardrums, and the immense force transmitted to Tanya's wrist, causing her whole body to tremble.

The overflowing wind, like spiraling blades, tore her sleeves, leaving streaks of blood on her fair arms.

She staggered back two steps. Although the weapon in her hand did not fall, the intense pain made her hands tremble, and she began to have difficulty gripping the longsword.

Why……

Tanya gritted her teeth. She understood that although her body was exhausted, she thought that resting for two days would be enough to recover.

So many days have passed since the Western Frontier War, yet she still can't summon the same powerful Holy Light as before.

This is also why she took the airship back to the principality; she didn't really understand what was wrong with her body.

During her journey, she locked herself in her bedroom, not to rest, but to keep trying to summon the Holy Light again.

However, her once-proud affinity with the Holy Attribute seems to have permanently declined, and her body remains so weak to this day.

Even though she was putting all her strength into trying to unleash her power, her frail body was beyond her control.

"really."

When Vatrian saw that Tanya had been forced back several steps by his tentative sword strike, his previously uncertain heart finally calmed down.

"It seems that even the spirit of Herlesta that you stole has chosen to abandon you."

"Shut up!"

Tanya retorted angrily, "I don't need approval, I am a saint!!!"

"It's really sad."

Vatrian, sword in hand, slowly approached, saying, "Without the stolen power, you are not even qualified to withstand the edge of my sword."

"Damn it, if it weren't for the fact that I've become weaker..."

Tanya felt the powerful pressure emanating from Vatrian, and the courage and confidence she had been holding in her heart gradually melted away like ice and snow.

"Don't you understand yet?"

Vatrian chuckled softly, "Tanya, you haven't gotten weaker."

"You've just become yourself again."

Chapter 105 Where the Spear Is Pointed

These words struck Tanya like a blow to the head, causing a look of surprise to appear on her face.

She looked down at her hand holding the sword, at her delicate wrist, as if she had only just realized what was happening.

Yes, her body had actually recovered long ago.

She simply couldn't summon the magic that wasn't hers, and couldn't call for a response from the Holy Light.

She thought it was an illness, a side effect of overdrawing on holy light, but in reality, it was just her returning to her original self.

In an instant, Tanya's face turned pale, as if something inside her had been drained away, her arms went limp, and even the longsword suddenly felt heavy.

Vatrian raised his sword again, only to find that his opponent had lost the will to fight.

"Ha, so you've lost your spirit. You really are a good-for-nothing."

He knocked the weapon out of Tanya's hand with his sword, then grabbed her by the neck with his left hand and lifted her off the ground.

"Tania!!"

Miss Windsor, kneeling on the ground, cried out in alarm, only to see her companion being lifted up like a chicken by Vatrian and thrown beside her.

"This boring farce has completely lowered the level of my celebration."

Vatrian probably never imagined that he could be rendered useless by Tanya's few words. He grabbed the blonde girl by the hair and faced the crowd below the platform.

"See that? This is the saintess that those nobles idolize. She's weak and powerless, and doesn't even have the courage to fight her opponents to the death!"

The crowd erupted in cheers, shouting for the execution of the nobles to begin.