The Yellow-Haired Villain in Soaring Phoenix’s Novels Also Desires Happiness

Chapter 24, The Saintess

“It’s over—”

At the moment when that terrifying magical torrent was casually kneaded into candy by that hand, and then swallowed by the existence within the tome, only these two words filled Viola’s mind.

It seemed she… had made another wrong decision?

What to do, what to do?

She had to find a way to make up for it, otherwise…

“You’ve done well enough, Viola.”

At that moment, a familiar, cool voice rang out from behind her.

Viola paused, shrinking her neck as she turned back, like a child who had done something wrong, her eyes slightly red.

“President, it seems I’ve messed up again.”

“It has nothing to do with you.”

The uniform was stained with a trace of blood, and with her hair slightly disheveled, Celicia gently patted Veil’s head and spoke softly:

“When facing enemies beyond understanding, anyone who comes will end up like this. Rather, it’s surprising that so far, not a single student has died in this turmoil…”

Celicia glanced at Ariel, who was wrapped up like a dumpling beside her, and paused for a moment: “You’ve done very well so far; what comes next is not something we should interfere with.”

Celicia raised her head and surveyed the surroundings, quickly grasping the current situation. But when she saw the naked man sprinting wildly in the wind—some scion of the Campbell family, and also her fiancé, Mu—her calm demeanor faltered, and the corner of her mouth twitched slightly.

However, she quickly composed herself and issued commands to all the students around her.

“The door to the underground shelter has been opened. Everyone, retreat immediately to the underground for safety!”

She didn’t use any amplification magic, yet her cool, undeniable voice reached every student’s ears.

The students, startled by the current scene, quickly regained their composure.

With the help of the student council elites, the students organized a swift and orderly retreat.

But.

“Too slow.”

A sigh echoed in the air.

An elderly man, leaning on a cane yet still spirited, appeared beside Celicia.

Professor Plang looked at the floating scripture.

That hand had already retreated, but that didn’t mean the enemy was withdrawing; on the contrary, it indicated that the enemy’s next step was a complete arrival.

“Who will take the lead?”

Another voice chimed in.

Professor Gran had also appeared here at some point.

Behind him, on the other side of the spatial ripples, there seemed to be a dozen or so aged gazes directed this way.

“I’ll do it,” Professor Plang sighed.

“You?”

Professor Gran raised an eyebrow and whistled:

“An old man like you, don’t tell me you’ll suddenly throw your back out halfway through.”

“What else is there?”

Professor Plang shot a cold glance at Gran and retorted:

“Should I let you, who hasn’t fought in over a decade, take the lead, or should I let those old geezers who are half in their graves come?”

“Well, that’s true. Among us old folks, you’re the one who knows how to fight the best.”

Professor Gran shrugged:

“Then I’ll handle the students’ evacuation. You can go without worry.”

“Don’t make it sound like I won’t come back once I leave.”

Professor Plang reached out into the rippling space, and a cute pink star-shaped magic wand, radiating waves of majesty, appeared in his hand.

Holding the pink star wand, the corners of Professor Plang’s eyes couldn’t help but twitch as he sighed:

“Having used you so many times, yet each time I use you… it still feels quite wonderful.”

……

……

“Woo woo woo—”

The mournful cries echoed once more.

From the pitch-black pages of the holy scripture, the faint footsteps drew ever closer.

Then, a soft gauzy skirt swayed, and a fair, jade-like foot stepped out from the darkness.

In an instant.

The sacred hymn began to play.

It was as if a pure golden horn sounded, resonating behind the curtain of the heavens.

The ethereal, holy song, mingled with the sorrowful cries, echoed between this desolate world.

Anyone who heard the cries would inevitably feel a heart-wrenching sorrow, yet upon listening to the sacred hymn, one would genuinely experience the joy and happiness of dedicating everything to a great existence.

Countless pure white feathers, unknown from where they came, scattered with the wind.

Like petals strewn by flower girls at a wedding.

The stunning figure clad in a complex white dress finally stepped fully out of the scripture at this moment, descending here.

Her expression was sorrowful, as if she pitied the suffering of humanity.

Behind her, pure white wings unfurled, emanating an endless radiance that was far brighter than the spotlight gathered here.

And above her head, a crown inscribed with stars and the sun and moon rotated, exuding a terrifying aura that was suffocating.

Crowned level, the crowned one!

The Pure Ceremony Saintess!

……

……

“Damn, that brainless love god actually has a crowned-level believer?”

In the Silver Well, the pink bear watched this scene from afar, particularly the majestic crown atop the holy maiden’s head, momentarily stunned to the point where its mouth couldn’t quite close.

Only by breaking through the limits of humanity, stepping into the realm above the fifth tier, and gaining recognition from this world, would one be granted the titles and crowns, becoming a crowned-level powerhouse, revered by the world as the crowned one.

Compared to ordinary people, the crowned one can already be said to represent a qualitative change in the level of life, thus being referred to by some scholars as near-divine.

Although it is impossible to truly wield the supreme authority like a deity, each crowned one represents the pinnacle of human strength.

—

And now, a crowned one has actually descended upon the academy in the guise of that corrupted devotee of the love god.

This was indeed beyond the pink bear’s expectations.

But the biggest problem was not just that; the academy was not without crowned ones, and with the presence of the Grand Secret, a single crowned one alone could not shake the foundation of the academy unless seven or eight came at once.

The biggest problem was…

As a vessel and medium, how much power could that love god truly project through the crowned one?

“Speaking of which, why do I feel like this crowned one looks somewhat familiar?”

Looking at that nearly perfect beautiful face, the pink bear couldn’t help but ponder while pinching his chin.

It felt like he had seen her somewhere before.

But that couldn’t be right; any beauty he had laid eyes on was absolutely unforgettable.

“Could it be that…”

The pink bear seemed to sense something, suddenly pulling out his treasured “Saint’s Photobook” and flipping through it quickly.

When he reached a certain page, his bear paw suddenly halted, and his expression turned grave.

“I see now…”

“This crowned one is actually the former saintess of the Church of Life?”

“But wasn’t that saintess said to have announced her retirement twenty years ago? There were rumors that she married her beloved and went off to live in their own world.”

“Beloved…”

The pink bear seemed to awaken, lifting his head to look at the sorrowful saintess, and unknowingly, a hint of pity surfaced in his expression.

“What divine being? She is merely a mortal, susceptible to the corrupting distortions of love in her heart.”