2-89 - How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?

Volume 2, Chapter 89: How Can This Be Blamed on Me?? (5000 Words) Author: Han Tang Returns Updated on: 2025/7/5 0:30:01 Word Count: 5020 "Hey, you're awake? I thought you’d sleep for a few more days, or maybe just never wake up," came the familiar, teasing voice as soon as the door opened. Aesphyra heard it as she regained consciousness. The good news was that it wasn’t some bandit or thief coming in, which would have been problematic given her current state; she couldn’t move and who knows what might happen. The bad news? It was Wenny. That blue-haired guy who, despite his decent looks, had a maddeningly punchable aura due to his temperament. 'Virtue +50.' 'Current Virtue: 1054.' "Hey, really, I’m glad you’re awake. If you didn’t wake up and either died or became a vegetable, I’d have to sort out your body, and I’d have a hard time explaining things to the academy," Wenny said, shaking his head. He had the [Frosty Tooth] slung over his shoulder, along with a few rabbits hanging from the spear, suggesting he’d just gone hunting. "…" "Why aren't you saying anything? Were you beaten senseless?" Wenny frowned, walking over to Aesphyra and waving a hand in front of her eyes. She didn’t move at all, making him visibly astonished. "Damn, did she really become a vegetable?" "Whoa, what do we do? In cases like this, even if she gets better, she'll drool all the time." "Wenny, how long has it been?" Aesphyra suddenly spoke, breaking the silence. "Ah? So, you can talk? I thought you couldn't even speak anymore and could only express yourself by drooling from now on, ahahaha." Wenny chuckled but noticed Aesphyra wasn't laughing with him. Her smile was one of those skin-deep ones that didn’t reach her eyes, staring at him coldly, which was rather creepy. Seeing this, Wenny's laughter subsided to a few awkward chuckles. Ahem, better not laugh. For his own life's sake, he ought to be cautious. Otherwise, when Aesphyra could move again, he wouldn't be able to escape trouble. "Ahem, it's been three days. You've slept for three whole days. I even thought you got beaten by a fox and turned into a pig," Wenny scratched his head. "Where is this place?" "I don't know either. We landed in some unknown forest. Your condition wasn't good, so I carried you around in search of a resting spot, found this cabin, called out, and no one answered. Likely, it’s been abandoned for ages, so I decided to settle here and placed you inside," Wenny explained the situation to Aesphyra. "You carried me the whole way?" "Yeah. You won't hold that against me, right? You think I wanted to carry you? Heavy as a piglet," Wenny pouted. He wasn’t telling the truth; Aesphyra was quite light. Although certain areas lacked substance, her petite body was soft to the touch, making her easy to carry. Plus, he carried Aesphyra while he was Vannesa. With Vannesa’s strength, carrying one Aesphyra, let alone five or even ten, was no problem. To avoid Aesphyra recognizing his scent later, Wenny sprayed cheap perfume over himself beforehand. "My condition was really bad?" Aesphyra seemed to catch something pivotal. "Yeah, you looked like you were on your deathbed. I was preparing to take care of your body," Wenny joked. "So, how did you save me?" Aesphyra asked after a moment of silence, her tone probing. "How could I have done that?" Wenny shrugged, pointing to the potion bottle on the table inside the cabin. "Your own elixir. There was half a bottle left, and I fed it to you." Wenny had anticipated this question before Aesphyra even woke up. His response was ready — logical and beyond suspicion. "Oh?" As Aesphyra looked at the empty bottle on the table, Wenny couldn't help but feel her gaze had turned into an empty black hole that swallowed all light. "But if I remember correctly, I’d already given that potion to you, right?" "Ah? Uh…" Wenny finally realized this significant oversight, sweating under Aesphyra’s seemingly amused but actually disturbing gaze. Crap! Hey! Don't say! At the time, things were so urgent that such considerations slipped his mind. Thinking about it now, if one were to scrutinize, before the incident could— Oh heck, oh heck! Did he actually…? Oh no, oh no, oh no! He completely forgot about that! Considering the situation, when Aesphyra recovers, it might be the day he reunites with his ancestors. "Uh, theoretically speaking, from a multifaceted perspective, with a strict definition, it’s not what you think…" "Yes or no." Aesphyra interrupted Wenny's convoluted words with a smile, though her eyes remained cold. "Well, it’s difficult to say, really..." "Yes or no." She repeated her question without changing her tone. "Well, if I tell the truth, will you promise not to hit me?" Wenny asked timidly. "Yes or no." Aesphyra's expression and tone remained unchanged, eerily consistent with all three phrases. "..." "Uh, theoretically, from the standpoint of material science, under very urgent circumstances and the influence of irresistible forces, it might technically be a yes," Wenny stammered, his eyes darting around. "…" Aesphyra remained silent, maintaining her usual elegant smile without a word. 'Virtue +500.' 'Current Virtue: 1554.' The beautiful smile, elegant and timeless, seemed misplaced in this scenario, coupled with the soaring virtue, making it quite unnerving! "Th-th-that! It’s not my fault! The situation was so urgent, and I had no other options, right??" Wenny hurriedly explained. "I couldn't just let you die, ignore you, could I??" "Oh? Did you think I'd blame you for this, Wenny?" Aesphyra smiled, her radiance comparable to honey—if only the honey weren’t poisoned. "No, you wouldn't?" Wenny stood still, like a wronged child, unable to believe it. "What are you talking about? Of course not." Aesphyra's smile resembled sweet syrup — assuming it wasn’t laced with toxins. Really not? Truly not?? Judging from the boost in virtue, perhaps she intended to eliminate him entirely?? Currently, Wenny had deep reservations about Aesphyra's mental state, concerned that upon regaining mobility, she might come after him with Saintess ferocity. This kind of situation is hard for many girls to accept, let alone someone like the iron-hearted Aesphyra. Such behavior should have caused a massive outburst already, especially considering how particular Aesphyra was; she even used disposable gloves just to take anything from a boy. Clearly, her issues were significant. That day, Aesphyra shattered her norms more than in both lifetimes combined. Prior to that, she was untouched by any male presence or influence. She hadn't yet settled old scores from previous matters, and now new problems emerged. Wenny could imagine how disgusted Aesphyra must be, perhaps wanting to purge everything from three days ago. The fact that she maintained composure was impressive, though likely managing her fury. Perhaps she's gathering strength in concealment, aiming to ambush him once she's recovered. "*cough, cough*…" Just as Wenny was lost in thought, Aesphyra suddenly coughed, hacking up bits of blood. "You need to stay calm, don't get worked up. Getting angry is punishing yourself over someone else’s actions. You were seriously injured and haven’t fully recovered yet. If you get too upset, it might hinder your recovery," Wenny hurriedly said upon seeing Aesphyra coughing up blood. "How about this, I’ll lean over and let you slap me a few times to vent? Just a few slaps, though, I’m not up for more than that!" Seeing Aesphyra in such a frail state, Wenny cautiously suggested after a moment of consideration. After all, given Aesphyra's current condition, any attempt to hit him would be more like playful taps. It's better for her to release some of her anger now rather than later when she's fully recovered and still holding a grudge—it’d be worse for him. Ah, not bad for him, the cunning Camela, always thinking ahead! With that, Wenny leaned closer to Aesphyra. "I can't lift my hand," Aesphyra said from the rudimentary wooden bed. "Oh, you can’t? Want me to help you with that?" Wenny asked carefully. Aesphyra didn’t reply, so Wenny took it as consent and lightly held her wrist, placing a silk scarf in his palm beforehand to avoid direct skin contact with her. Aesphyra silently observed these small precautions from Wenny without comment. "Wenny." "Yeah? What is it now?" Wenny asked, puzzled. "Gloves," Aesphyra curtly added. "...You want gloves just for giving a slap? Aren't we being a bit particular about this?" Wenny couldn't help but comment. "What’s the point of being fussy now, especially since I already lay on your—" Wenny immediately fell silent when he saw the smile in Aesphyra's eyes, implying he had better stop talking. "Uh, if I help you put them on, I'd have to touch your hand?" Wenny hesitated. When Aesphyra was unconscious, he didn't hesitate to remove her blood-stained disposable gloves. "…" "Alright, alright, stop looking at me like that. I'll get nightmares if you do. I’ll be careful, okay?" Wenny relented, carefully pulling a disposable glove from Aesphyra's pocket and meticulously putting it on her, as if he were polishing something delicate. Watching Wenny's earnestness over such a trivial matter, Aesphyra, for some reason, suddenly found this blue-haired guy rather handsome. Well, occasionally. She remembered when Wenny had stepped up to shield her from the Ice Sword magic of that fox lady. Luckily, the Ice Sword was ice magic, and Wenny's [Frost Skin Spell] was also ice magic. Ice-on-ice was difficult to breach. Otherwise, who knows what might have happened? 'Virtue +100.' 'Current Virtue: 1654.' "What were you thinking back when you rushed forward to block that fox lady’s spell for me?" Aesphyra asked, seemingly out of nowhere. "What was I thinking? Didn't I say before, I don’t like owing people, so I blocked it. Why?" Wenny replied absentmindedly, concentrating on putting on Aesphyra's glove. "But if I had died, that debt would’ve been lost along with me," Aesphyra pointed out. "Do you take me for someone like that? I'm the notorious bad boy of Camela City. Do you even know what that means?" Wenny scoffed. "Though I'm quite infamous, I refuse to stoop to such unseemly acts. That doesn’t align with my style or dignity, understand?" "Dignity? Haha~" "Hey, what’s that supposed to mean? Why are you laughing? Do you think I lack dignity??" Wenny pouted. "But did you ever consider that doing that could mean certain death?" "Death? Hah, is that all? Among the challenges I've faced, that’s not the toughest by any stretch. I've weathered all sorts of storms, growing up despised and ridiculed by nobles and commoners alike. Do you think I'd be scared of that??" Wenny bragged, exuding bravado. "As for your family situation, I don’t know much, but you seem to have all your basic needs met and a family wealthier than most. Isn’t your situation much better than mine?" "Not to make you laugh, but I lost my parents young and have no relatives to rely on. Everything I’ve done, I've done alone, often going hungry, constantly worrying about money while being mocked and scorned. That’s something you probably can’t imagine experiencing in your lifetime," Wenny said, his tone casual yet revealing. After listening to him, Aesphyra’s gaze shifted slightly, as if deep in thought. 'Virtue +100.' 'Current Virtue: 1754.' "Alright, got the glove on. Should I make it convincing?" Wenny used a silk cloth to lift Aesphyra's hand, then... A long moment passed. Wenny didn’t take any action. "What’s the holdup? Weren’t you going to let me slap you?" Aesphyra playfully asked. "Cough, does it have to be on the face?" "Where else, if not the face?" Aesphyra raised a brow. "Fine, fine." Wenny reluctantly raised Aesphyra’s hand and lightly slapped himself. 'Virtue +20.' 'Current Virtue: 1774.' Wait, why is his virtue increasing even as he gets slapped?? Could this guy secretly be an S-type? “Not enough, try harder~” “Hey, you can’t seriously want to beat my face until it’s red, can you??" Wenny said, feeling strained. "That would be too much." "No more; take off the glove. Your face is too oily, feels bad," Aesphyra quipped. "Ugh! You're picky about slapping people? My oily face?? Okay, I haven’t had the chance to wash properly the past few days, it’s true, but whose fault is that? And can you really feel the oil through the glove??" Wenny complained, but still complied, carefully removing the glove from Aesphyra and discarding it. "Wenny, you're quite scruffy now, covered in bloodstains." "You're not in great shape yourself." Wenny glanced briefly at Aesphyra. "I want to bathe and change into fresh clothes." "Where am I supposed to find clean clothes for you? We didn’t bring any luggage along, everything was left at Lake Village," Wenny said irritably. "Be glad we didn’t leave our lives there." "Is that blood all yours?" "I can't really say, but mostly, I think." Wenny replied. Some of it probably came from carrying Aesphyra. “How are your injuries now?” Aesphyra asked. "Hmm?" Wenny was surprised; the question seemed carefully considered after some time. Could it be that Aesphyra, after commenting about his oily face, chose not to slap much because she thought he was still hurt and had been taking care of her for so long?? Uh… Regarding this, Wenny felt a bit guilty, as his injuries had healed when he transformed into Vannesa, thanks to a reset of his state. “Well, they’re alright, don’t worry. I’m not dying,” Wenny downplayed, as explaining would’ve been complex. Without any healing potions or saving elixirs, how did he recover?? Sigh, the façade had to be maintained, otherwise, there’d be no explaining it. "I'm in much better shape than you, so you don't need to worry." Wenny sat beside Aesphyra. 'Virtue +50.' 'Current Virtue: 1854.' Hmm?? How is my virtue increasing again?? Wenny was bewildered. Could this little white-haired nut see him deliberately showing strength, causing her emotion to stir?? Oh, this little white-haired tough nut has so many thoughts running through her head. She never fully trusts what others say, relying entirely on her own judgment. If it were that naive Shikondell, she might just gullibly believe whatever he says. But what if he is telling the truth? Well, there's nothing he can do. He can't expose himself, so he has to keep pretending that his injuries haven't fully healed yet. --- 2025/07/09/22/23 [Bookmark for easy reading] Previous Chapter | Table of Contents | Next Chapter