The Villain Saint is my secondary account

However, Ye Xiao was unexpectedly busy with some things at this time, so she could only consider continuing the strategy of Evans's recollection mission to see if she could use the last bit of mental energy to pass the Battle of Bards.

Not to mention how Ella had gone back to other people's memories of a life-and-death fight, in the Adventurer's Guild Hall in the West City District, Ye Xiao was also overwhelmed by the mess in the box.

If he had been drinking like he usually did with Li Cheng, it would have been fine. After he got drunk, the worst that could happen was that he would have been thrown here by them, and he would have naturally woken up the next day.

But tonight there was one more deadly drunkard.

At this time, Ye Xiao's pink-haired maid was sitting on him, holding a beer cup, grabbing his collar and pouring beer into his mouth. No, it couldn't be called beer, she was almost stuffing the cup into his mouth.

"... Stop... Help..."

Ye Xiao struggled and tried to resist, but his good brother Li Cheng was sleeping like a dead pig, lying on the table without moving, muttering "tentacles", "saint" and so on.

This Gretia seemed to emit a strange mental influence after being drunk, and the people around her kept drinking until they were drunk as if they were under a drunkard's spell.

This caused the other guild members to either dance crazily or get drunk in a daze, or be murdered by the maid and pass out.

"Why don't you drink it! Why don't you drink it!" Gretia's face was rosy, and she seemed very dissatisfied that Ye Xiao didn't eat the cup. She grabbed the cup and poured a few more sips into her stomach. After drinking it, she stuffed the empty cup into Ye Xiao's mouth and pinched Ye Xiao's mouth with her other hand, "Drink it quickly!"

The little maid's strength was so outrageous that Ye Xiao, who was pressed to the ground, wanted to cry but had no tears. His face was almost crushed by the cup. He used both hands to put all his strength together but couldn't push away the little maid who was sitting on his waist.

It’s ok for a demon god like you to get drunk, but why are you such a bad drinker...

"With the Lanlong River behind us, we drink wine as if it were soup!" Two players, a man and a woman, were holding their wine glasses and humming along to the dance, as if they were providing background music for this wonderful scene.

The whole scene is simply a riot of demons.

Fortunately, Gratia seemed to realize that there was no wine in the glass in her hand, so she threw away the glass, and scanned the room with her slightly narrowed golden eyes, and saw the wine barrel in the corner.

She hooked her finger and a force field spell was created. The wine barrel floated over like a balloon, and was grabbed by Gratia's small hand and was about to be stuffed into Ye Xiao's face.

Seeing this scene, Ye Xiao's eyes were red with anger. If this thing was pressed on his face, it would be a small matter to get a dent on his nose. He would probably have to report to Ella soon.

"Lady Greytia, please calm down! I really can't drink anymore!" Ye Xiao was covered in cold sweat.

"Who are you calling...?" Gratia looked confused, "Who else wants to drink?"

"I'm calling you, I'm calling you, Lord Mammon, please spare my life." Ye Xiao looked at the shaky wine barrel, his heart trembling.

"Well...you must let me feed you personally..." Greytia grabbed the huge wine barrel with one hand. The strength of her fingers made Ye Xiao feel that if it was his head in her palm, it would have exploded.

After being dizzy for a while, the little maid suddenly lifted up the wine barrel and drank it until her mouth was full. Then she put down the barrel, held Ye Xiao's face with both hands, and was about to put her own mouth into it.

Although Gratia's puffy face looked cute, Ye Xiao knew that it would not be a pleasant experience. He pressed the little maid's head with both hands and refused to obey. "No, sir!!!"

Gretia, whose cheek was pressed, immediately sprayed Ye Xiao in the face with a "puff". The pungent smell of alcohol with the sweet smell of honey made Ye Xiao almost unable to open his eyes.

Then, he felt something pressing on his chest. He wiped his face and looked up slightly, only to see the little pink-haired head resting on his chest, snoring faintly, like a small ball of wool.

"Huh..." Ye Xiao breathed a sigh of relief, lay on the floor, and stared at the candle light swinging on the ceiling in a daze.

Chapter 67: Judgment Day

Ella spent the entire night in the memory mission. The battle of Nabads in the temple was like a meat grinder.

The Knights Templar, who numbered several thousand, fought the barbarians until only a few hundred were left.

With more than 60% of his mental strength, he died three times just in the mission of guarding the village front. After he finally got through, there was a counterattack later. It was really fatal.

It should be said that if Evans puts aside his divine power, his fighting talent should be far superior to Ella's. In such a cruel battlefield in his memories, Ella kept dying even though she had the war experience in her previous life and was familiar with the process, but Evans was a real person who made it through with one life.

But he was, after all, the Archbishop of the Imperial Holy Temple. Among the younger generation of the Holy Temple at that time, he was undoubtedly one of the best swordsmen.

In addition, Ella was not used to the terrain, the military system of the Templars, and the climate. In her previous life, she had hardly participated in battles in the North. God knows that in such a snowy day, if she didn't apply blade oil to the newly-acquired Templar Knight's standard longsword before the battle, it would break after two cuts. And there were also those inconspicuous snow pits. If she didn't pay attention during the fight, she would accidentally step on empty air and fall, and she would be beheaded immediately...

I can only say that this battlefield has too many pitfalls. If you force your way in, you'll basically be exchanging your life for experience. You can't hide and slack off, or it will be considered a synchronization failure.

Fortunately, after completing a small task, you will be rewarded with some Templar swordsmanship skills, and you can even continue to practice the proficiency of these skills in it. It is always worth it, otherwise it would be too torturous.

After her mental strength was exhausted, Ella finally fell into a deep sleep hugging her pillow.

……

Time passed and it was the next day.

Judgment Day.

As the morning light began to rise, the renovated Cathedral Square showed almost no trace of yesterday's battle.

The envoys and guards of the Loren royal family arrived at the main gate of the temple early in the morning to negotiate with the temple priests about the release of the second prince.

Theoretically speaking, locking the prince in a dungeon for a day and two nights was indeed a considerable punishment.

After all, having an indecent attitude towards the saint was not a particularly serious crime. Although the others were suspected of participating in heresy, they were only witnesses and there was not enough solid evidence. Even though Ella really wanted to lock this guy up until he died, she had to consider releasing him from the perspective of more people.

Moreover, the royal family knew they were in the wrong and did not put pressure on the emperor. Instead, they sent some guards and envoys with gifts to ask for peace and apologize, which was enough face.

However, just as Ella had finished dressing and washing herself and was on her way to the prison tower, the Templar Knight guarding the side door of the outer wall ran over to tell her that there was a member of the royal family who wanted to see her on the other side, and specifically stated that the person he wanted to see was Ella.

This made her a little puzzled. Why did the royal family deliberately divide into two groups to seek an audience, one group going through the main gate and the other through the side door?

So Ella simply asked the Templar to lead this group of people into the chapel first.

After seeing who was coming, Ella was not so surprised.

It was a black-haired, purple-eyed girl with a bandage on her face, wearing a gorgeous purple-black dress, accompanied by a maid and an old butler in a tuxedo holding a satin-edged umbrella for her.

"Good morning, Princess Lilia. You seem to be feeling much better." Ella greeted the cute little princess. After all, there were many people around, and she was not sure whether Lilia intended to make public the fact that her "disease" had been cured, so it was better to pretend that she didn't know.

"Good morning, Saint. Thanks to you, I am recovering." In front of outsiders, the Second Princess was still very dignified and elegant, but her big eyes, revealed between the bandages, stared at Ella intently. "I came here mainly because I have some important matters to discuss with you in private. May I have a moment to talk?"

Ella nodded and took Lilia into a preaching room next door. She asked the Templar to guard the door and added a layer of soundproofing magic.

In the quiet room where the glazed windows reflected the beautiful sunlight, Lilia, who was alone with Ella, could not wait to reveal her true form - with a silly cry of "God", the delicate girl jumped towards Ella like a hungry wolf pouncing on a white rabbit.

"Oh, okay, okay..." Ella also skillfully held down Lilia's restless head. This guy's nose was rubbing and sniffing Ella like a hamster. "So what's the matter with you coming here?"

"I'm here to see Ken Betis, Lord God." Satisfied, Lilia raised her head with a fascinated look in her eyes, "It's the second prince you locked up at the dinner party."

"Oh, you come to ask to be taken out, too?"

"No, I'm here to help you make a decision." Lilia smiled.

"Ah? What decision?" Ella was a little confused.

"You'll know in a moment." Lilia's hands touched Ella's lower back dirtyly, "Let me stay with him for a while, then we'll go to the dungeon to see him."

"Stop it, stop it. Your royal envoy is still waiting at the main gate." Ella quickly pried Lilia's hands apart. She had discovered that once this little princess started to take advantage of her, there would be no end to it. "So you want to go to the dungeon with me too?"

"Yeah." Lilia nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

"I'm afraid this is not in compliance with the regulations." Ella touched her chin in embarrassment.

Lilia immediately took advantage of the moment when Ella touched her chin with one hand and hugged her again, "It's okay, I can wait outside the prison tower...ah, it smells so good..."

The two girls argued in the room for a long time before Ella tidied her clothes and walked out of the preaching room with a slightly blushing face and the elegant Lilia.

Lilia did just as she said. She stood outside the tower with the old butler and the maid, while Ella led a group of Templar Knights down to the dungeon and met Ken Betis who was imprisoned in the cell.

For the crime of molesting the saint, Ken Bettis was severely beaten by the Templars, so his messy hair and bruised face showed that he had not had a good time in the past two days.

When he saw Ella, he immediately bowed respectfully and sincerely apologized for what happened that night: "Lady Saint, you are so beautiful. I was indeed bewildered and did something indecent before. I sincerely beg for your forgiveness."

It's hard for him to say such elegant words with his leaky mouth.

But the Second Prince had always been vindictive, and Ella knew this very well. Even though now only sincerity and repentance could be seen in his sunken eyes, this only showed that this guy was a good actor.

But it was unnecessary to kill him for this. It would not only offend the royal family, but also make him look bloodthirsty. It was fine to punish a minor crime, but killing the second prince was a bit too much...

Strange...why do I keep having the thought of killing him in my mind?

Seeing the Second Prince being escorted out of the cell by the Templar Knights, Ella was suddenly startled.

Chapter 68: Executing You

Ella claims that she is not a bloodthirsty person. Although she is very decisive when it comes to taking action, she will also consider the circumstances and consequences before doing so.

But... "Killing the Second Prince" was like a strange urge that could not be dispelled, and it became stronger as everyone walked in the corridor of the dungeon.

Am I under the influence of a mental spell?

Ella frowned and looked around alertly.

There were only four Templar Knights and the scarred Second Prince nearby, and no one else was noticed.

Judgment Day… Second Prince… Judgment Day… Ken Bettis…

It seemed as if some idea was fermenting in her brain. It was not a feeling of being forcibly controlled or emotionally provoked, but more like an extremely obscure hint, which gave Ella a subtle illusion that "killing Ken Bettis" was something that should be done and was reasonable.

She could also suppress the thought and do nothing, just letting the Second Prince walk out of the dungeon, but she would feel a sense of disobedience in her heart that "this shouldn't be the case."

What on earth was going on? An inexplicable sense of foreboding welled up in Ella's heart.

The corridor was not long, and the place where the second prince was imprisoned was not deep. After a few steps, the gate of the tower was right in front.

The consequences of killing the second prince are obviously not something that can be borne now. The Temple Society and the royal family will fall out. The rumors and controversies that the saint might be an evil god, which were gradually suppressed during the Temple Square incident, may also erupt because of her impulse.

It made no sense for her to kill Ken Bettis at this time.

But the ominous feeling lingering in her heart would not go away. The moment she saw Ken Bettis about to walk out of the tower gate, she always had a premonition that something bad was about to happen.

"Wait a moment." When the Templar Knights escorted the Second Prince, who was in prison clothes, out of the door, Ella suddenly spoke.

All the Templar Knights immediately stopped and stood at attention, and Ken Betis, who had just taken a step forward, was forcibly dragged back into the gate.

The atmosphere was subtle and quiet. The Templar Knights didn't know what the Saint was going to do, but they would faithfully obey her orders.

As for Ken Bettis, the second prince just stood there with a haggard look on his face. There was only weakness in his eyes but no other emotions like panic.

What on earth was going on... Ella held her temple with her hand. She felt very uncomfortable as if she was shrouded in some strange mystery.

It should have been an ordinary day doing ordinary things, but if she continued to do it in this reasonable way, she would have the illusion that everything would be irreversible.

She vaguely remembered that she seemed to have had a vague dream, in which she reminded herself to kill Ken Bettis...

But this... it would be too absurd to ignore the consequences and rationality and kill someone just because of a dream.

Especially after learning about the dream god, she became more and more suspicious of the information that appeared in her dreams.

Ella lit a black flame at her fingertips, but it quickly went out. She was really hesitant.

Should he kill for a vague dream? Should he risk his hard-earned reputation, causing the Holy Temple to fall out with the royal family, and even causing unrest in the entire imperial city?

Are the words in the dream a reminder about fate, or a trap set by the strange dream god?

I can't tell the difference... How can I tell the difference...

Ella bit her lip lightly. She remained alert and suspicious enough, but it was like a plot that suddenly came to a crucial fork in the road without any foreshadowing. It made it difficult for people to make a choice.

She did not give any orders, and the Templars and Ken Betis stood by the gate of the tower, not daring to move.

"Lady Saint, you really know yourself best." Suddenly, Lilia's whisper came to my ear, "But don't worry, just leave it to me."

As soon as the words fell, a figure flashed before Ella's eyes.

Even Ella, who had not used Cynthia's divine power to enhance her attributes, could not see clearly the sword master's slashing blows, let alone the four Templar Knights who were merely guarding the prison.

A cold light flashed, and blood splashed on the gate of the tower like a mark of ink. The eyes of the accompanying Templar Knights under their helmets were still confused, but Ken Bettis' head, with his eyes wide open in disbelief, had already fallen to the ground.

All this happened too suddenly. Except for Ella who had a premonition the moment she saw the butler's figure appear in her field of vision, the other people in the temple were not prepared at all.

That sword was really too fast.

But Ella didn't know whether it was really so fast that even the instant miracle magician's time and space spell could not stop it.

Because she didn't try at all, she just watched everything happen quietly, as if this was what she subconsciously expected.

"Who is it?" The Templar Knights finally came to their senses and drew their swords.

"The elves of the night obey my command and let the night fall to block out all prying eyes." Lilia's voice sounded at the right time.

The veil-like black fog hung around like a curtain, covering the scene near the gate with a blurry black.

"Protect the Saint!" The Templar Knight roared and rushed towards Ella who was standing next to Lilia. In the event of an emergency, their first priority was to ensure that the Saint was not threatened.

"No need." Ella raised her hand to stop the Templar Knights' actions, and pointed at the Second Prince behind the Knights with her white satin glove. "Calm down, everyone. Look."

The Templars looked in the direction Ella pointed, only to see the beheaded body of Ken Betis still standing there motionless.

"Crack, crack" a sound like soil breaking was heard, and something seemed to be drilling out from the cut on the second prince's neck that was oozing blood.

First came out a pair of slender tentacles, followed by a tiny head with two pairs of sharp mouthparts like arc-shaped pincers, dragging out from the neck with a slender body made up of segments of carapace and densely packed hooked legs.

The headless body seemed to regain its mobility as worms grew on its neck. It twisted its joints awkwardly like a rusty puppet, then suddenly rushed out the door and ran away.