How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?-Chapter 433 - 153 : Opposite

"Because, getting their permission to take you out from the church was too difficult. The inheritance ritual Lady Luna cast made a big commotion, and we didn't want others to see it, so we had to secretly bring you out from the church's convent," Fanya explained the previous situation.

"Is that so?" Shikondell looked at Fanya, then at Luna sitting beside her, her eyes flickering with disbelief.

Though her rationality somewhat believed it, her intuition kept telling her that wasn't the case, that there must be another hidden truth.

But when facts and people all pointed toward her intuition being wrong, Shikondell became uncertain about herself too.

"Senior Luna, Miss Amisa, and Miss Fanya, thank you for your timely help. I'll forever remember your lifesaving kindness," though hesitant, the fact that they saved her was undeniable, so Shikondell sincerely thanked them.

"There's no need to thank us, Dell. If anyone, thank Winnie. It was him who asked us to save you. You don't know, back then, he was so anxious, he went through so much trouble for you," Luna elegantly crossed her white-stockinged legs and added.

"Mm-hmm." The moment she thought of Winnie, Shikondell's feelings became extremely complicated, especially recalling the scene from that earlier 'dream': the unfamiliar yet somehow familiar cherry-haired angel girl, hugging her, whispering softly into her ear.

Were all of these just dreams? Were they merely dreams caused by her excessive longing for Winnie?

Shikondell felt an indescribable sensation. Such vivid sensations made it hard for her to accept that it was only a dream, after all, she could see and touch it. She could even recall the soft texture of the girl's body, her fragrance, and the scent of her hair.

Right.

Shikondell felt as if she had discovered a blind spot, the scent the cherry-haired girl wore in the dream.

That fragrance, Shikondell felt she had smelled it before. She seemed to have encountered it somewhere previously.

That blend of white tea blossom and lavender, wasn't it... from the dormitory??~

Suddenly, Shikondell's pupils shrank. She opened her mouth slightly, but ultimately remained silent.

Is it... just coincidence? Or could it be?? 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

But these three said Winnie didn't participate in the rescue? They claimed they were the ones who saved her. They were telling the truth, weren't they? Winnie doesn't even have the soul armament [Holy Envoy]; even if he wanted to help, he'd be powerless, right?

Could it be that these three are helping Winnie deceive her?

In Shikondell's impression, Fanya knew Winnie, but their relationship wasn't close or intimate. They'd even dueled once before. Even if Fanya now realized her mistake, it was highly unlikely she'd collude with Winnie to conceal the truth. As for Amisa, she didn't even know Winnie. Until now, Shikondell hadn't even known this person existed.

Therefore, Amisa must really be Fanya's childhood friend, someone Fanya had called to help. Luna was probably in a similar position, Winnie and Luna probably weren't close either.

This caused two conflicting storms to rage inside Shikondell's mind: one trusting her intuition, the other trusting rational conclusions. They clashed fiercely, and Shikondell couldn't determine which was correct.

After all, she empowered the powerful self-judgment and confidence that other fated heroines possessed. Even if her intuition strongly suggested something, she couldn't confirm it.

So, what exactly happened?

What about Winnie? What did he...?

"Well, it's getting late, and dawn is approaching. It'll be troublesome if the nuns on morning rounds discover you're not in your bed. Your golden elf friend would also have difficulty explaining how you disappeared while she was guarding you. Dell, you should quickly return to the church. Your room number is 151. Remember to get back into bed and pretend nothing happened, say you recovered on your own and naturally woke up this morning," Luna kindly said.

"Otherwise, both that golden elf lady and Winnie will get into trouble."

"I understand." Hearing this, Shikondell nodded, indicating she understood. She would never do anything to bring trouble upon Winnie.

"But how am I supposed to return to my room without being noticed?" Shikondell asked.

"That's easy." Luna pointed at the small bottle of potion on the table. "That's a high-grade invisibility potion. Once you drink it, no one will be able to detect you. After taking it, head quickly to the church's hospital room."

This potion wasn't an extra one, it was what Winnie had left over, unfinished from before.

As for why only a tiny bit remains...

"I know you still have many doubts, but the situation is urgent now. Save your questions for later and understand what I mean."

"Okay, I understand." Shikondell knew this logic too. Glancing outside at the sky, she uncorked the bottle and drank the potion.

After a brief moment, her body gradually turned transparent, then her presence completely disappeared. The three of them could no longer sense Shikondell's existence.

"Good job, Dell. Just return to your room, act like nothing happened, say you woke up naturally, then follow the church's procedures tomorrow morning, undergo some checks, and you can be discharged."

"Remember to hurry, the potion has a time limit." Luna gave meticulous instructions, as if afraid Shikondell might make a mistake.

Luna believed she was good at reading people. Just by looking at Shikondell's expressions and certain body movements, she could roughly guess what kind of person she was.

The invisible Shikondell silently said thank you to the three of them, then left the maid cafe.

Stepping out of the maid cafe, the scene suddenly opened up before her. Shikondell shielded her eyes, dawn had just broken. The streets appear to shimmer with brilliance. Perhaps because she had stayed in that dark, sunless place for too long, returning to the familiar campus made everything seem so bright, splendid, beautiful, and welcoming.

She recognized this as the academy's leisure district. Although Carillian Academy was vast, Shikondell had lived here for nearly a year and naturally knew all the paths well. Soon, she easily reached the church. At this hour, she could already see silhouettes of nuns in the church corridors.

Shikondell inwardly panicked. The nuns were already beginning their morning rounds, so she quickly searched for Room 151.

Fortunately, she found Room 151 soon, and there was no one nearby.

Shikondell carefully pushed open the door and clicked. She found only Milian inside.

"Who?" Hearing the door open, Milian turned toward it, only to find the door already closed.

As Milian wondered what was going on, Shikondell dispelled the invisibility potion and reappeared before her.

"Little Shikondell??" Upon seeing her, Milian's expression instantly changed from confusion to shock, followed by overwhelming joy. She quickly approached.

"Little Shikondell, you, you're awake?? Are you okay? Are you alright? Is anything uncomfortable?" Milian fired off a rapid series of questions. If not for Shikondell's slightly reluctant reaction, she probably would have hugged her immediately.

"Yes, I'm fine now. Winnie asked some friends from the Church to heal me," Shikondell explained.

"Friends from the Church??" Milian looked puzzled.

Was Winnie's 'solution' referring to asking his friends? But Winnie didn't seem to have good relations with the Church's clergy. And even if he did have such powerful Church friends, why didn't he let them come here to treat Shikondell instead of going through such a long detour?

Milian found it strange, but didn't dwell on it much. After all, the church had its own rules. Maybe they didn't allow students without official clergy certification to participate in treatments? Or perhaps that unassuming friend had some secret methods he didn't want revealed?

In the end, Milian didn't care much about that. Compared to those details, Shikondell's safety was clearly what mattered most.

"What's wrong? Is there something strange?" Shikondell asked, seeing Milian's puzzled expression.

"No, nothing strange. It's just that I'm so glad you're okay, Little Shikondell," Milian shook her head.

"Earlier, was it Winnie who took me away?" Shikondell asked, wanting to verify whether the actual situation matched what Luna and the others said.

"Yes. He said he had a way to cure your heart demon, so I believed him," Milian nodded.

Hearing this, Shikondell didn't notice anything missing.

"By the way, where is Winnie? Isn't he here?" Shikondell asked.

"Ah? He took you for treatment? Didn't he come back to you?" Milian frowned slightly.

"No, I didn't see him," Shikondell shook her head.

"That's odd. Logically, he should have stayed by your side. After all, he was so anxious before," Milian raised an eyebrow.

"Never mind, let's not talk about him. Shikondell, is there anywhere you feel uncomfortable?"

"No, I'm perfectly fine now. Thank you for your concern, Milian. And thank you for staying here all night without sleeping. I really appreciate it," Shikondell hesitated for a moment before thanking Milian.

"Oh, it's nothing." Feeling a subtle sense of distance in Shikondell's words, Milian opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

She recalled what Winnie had said to her earlier.

How should she put it? It was like being scolded into understanding.

After realizing how she and the others appeared in Shikondell's eyes, and what their actions looked like to her, Milian felt hesitant to bring it up. To be precise, she didn't know what role she should assume or from what angle she should care for Shikondell.

"Um, so, what happens next? Should I, um, be discharged soon?" Milian struggled to find words, making her speech clumsy.

"Yes, that's right, Milian. Please don't tell anyone about what happened last night. Otherwise, both you and Winnie will get into trouble," Shikondell repeated Luna's instructions to Milian.

"Of course, I know that," Milian replied.

Thus, the two packed their things and stepped out of the room, running into the nun who was just making her rounds.

"Milian, you should quickly go back to sleep. You've been guarding here all night without leaving. Let us handle..." The nun started instinctively, then froze in astonishment upon seeing Shikondell following behind Milian.

"Dell from Room 151? You, you're awake??" The nun hurriedly checked her patient list, repeatedly confirming she hadn't mistaken the person or room number.

"Yes, Sister. I woke up this morning and felt much better. Thank you for your care," Shikondell thanked the nun.

"This...?" The nun's eyes broadened. "Dell, are you really okay? Is there anywhere uncomfortable?"

"No, Sister. May I be allowed to check out? I'd like to return to my dorm soon," Shikondell said.

"Ah, yes, yes. In theory, there's no problem, but we still need to go through the procedures. We're not yet certain if you have any aftereffects or similar issues," the nun said, flipping through her list.

"Alright, thank you for your trouble."

"It's nothing, nothing. Just doing our duty." Saying this, the nun led Milian and Shikondell to the front desk. After explaining the situation, a nun named Fel came out. Although astonished by Shikondell's recovery, she truly felt happy for her.

After completing a series of routine checks and confirmations Shikondell had no further issues, the nun urged her to come back to the church if she felt unwell anywhere, then allowed her to leave.

Shikondell didn't need to carry anything back to the dormitory, since all her belongings remained at Mount Kamov. By the time they finished all the procedures, it was already noon.

"Shi, no, Dell, are you hungry? After being unconscious for so long, you must be starving. How about I treat you to something to eat?" Milian suggested.

"No." Shikondell declined Milian's offer.

"Eh? You're not hungry yet?"

"No, but I need to go back quickly. Winnie is probably hungry too. I have to return and cook for him."

"Uh…" This statement instantly stunned Milian. Her perked-up hair drooped down again.

"Milian, I'll thank you properly another day. Sorry," Shikondell said, quickly walking toward the place she called 'home'.