Chapter 395

The two men looked extremely grim, their gazes towards Wen Yu no better than Marquis Maxim's; they both wished they could tear her apart.

But when they turned to look at Wen Xin, their expressions were complex and indescribable.

The bishop said guiltily, "Xiao Xin, you failed to discover Wen Yu's conspiracy, allowing her to impersonate someone else for so long... You suffered."

Wen Xin said, "It was my own carelessness, not your or the Vatican's responsibility."

The bishop's eyes brightened as he looked at the holy and noble girl standing on the lake. "Xiao Xin, you are the true Holy Maiden of Light. Your teacher and I have long discussed having you succeed to the official position of Holy Maiden as soon as possible. When will you return?"

“I’m sorry, Bishop, I can no longer return to the Church of Light.”

Wen Xin shook her head slightly.

The bishop and the current saintess looked anxious. "Why? Xiaoxin, you were meant to be the Saintess of Light!"

Wen Xin glanced at them, and suddenly a witch's scepter appeared in her hand. A blood-red magic circle rose from beneath the feet of the originally pure and innocent angel, and her pure white dress was slowly dyed black, with dark red spider lily patterns wrapped around the hem, eerie and ominous.

The clear and sacred Pure Spirit Lake was filled with an evil aura of black magic, and the bright sky darkened.

The bishop and the current saint stared wide-eyed, their faces deathly pale.

"Xiaoxin, you...you...how could this be?"

Wen Xin raised her cold eyes, her red lips as red as blood, "I am now a witch."

"Heh... Hahahaha!"

Wen Yu lay on the ground and suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, her eyes filled with twisted malice and hatred.

"Saintess of Light, reincarnation of an archangel, hahaha, Wen Xin, you pride yourself on being holy and radiant, but in the end you're just like me, a rat in the gutter, hahahaha..."

If she can't become a saintess, then Wen Xin, that bitch, shouldn't even think about becoming one either.

If everyone has to go to hell, why should she be the only one to go?

Wen Xin looked at Wen Yu coldly. Her beautiful face was calm, without a trace of evil or ferocity. It was as if she was still the high and mighty saint, while Wen Yu was forever a clown.

Wen Yu's maniacal laughter twisted again, "You bitch, what are you pretending for?"

Wen Xin raised her hand calmly, and Wen Yu's throat was grabbed, and her body was lifted up.

"So what if you're a saint? So what if you're a witch? Wen Yu, you're the only one who's always been a rat in the gutter, while I can easily make you die without a burial place with just a flick of my wrist."

Wen Yu was being choked and couldn't breathe. The fear of death enveloped her, but she was also driven to madness by Wen Xin's contemptuous attitude.

"If you have the guts, then kill me! Kill me!"

Wen Xin chuckled and released her grip. "How could I? You're my sister, how could I bear to kill you?"

Wen Yu felt no relief whatsoever; instead, she felt a chill run through her bones.

The Wen Xin before my eyes is no longer the gentle and kind saintess of light; she is a demon!

Wen Xin looked at the bishops and the others, "Bishops, teachers, the trial of Wen Yu's crimes is now in your hands. However, since she killed Viscount Polly of the vampire clan, she should still be handed over to Marquis Maxim for disposal."

The bishop and the current saint looked utterly dejected; what else could they say?

They had even less grounds to blame Wen Xin for practicing dark magic.

Moreover...

The two looked at the carriage with a mixture of awe and wariness. With the vampire duke backing them up, what did it matter if Wen Xin had cultivated black magic?

Neither the Holy See nor the human race can afford to offend that person!

Marquis Maxim was deeply moved, feeling that the lady was indeed a true saint of light, far superior to Wen Yu, that petty and sinister ghost.

He mistook someone for someone else and almost attacked the lady; he is guilty!

Wen Yu was terrified. If she fell into the hands of the Holy See, at least she might die a quick death. But if she fell into the hands of Marquis Maxim, even death would be a luxury.

"Wen Xin, I'm your sister, how could you treat me like this?"

Wen Yu shook her head in fear and yelled at Wen Xin.

Wen Xin stepped onto the magic circle, her black skirt embroidered with dark red patterns trailing on the water, looking both divine and demonic as she walked towards her step by step.

Looking at that eternally beautiful and noble woman, Wen Yu's eyes were filled with a mixture of jealousy, resentment, and fear, making her already disheveled appearance even more twisted and ugly.

She and Wen Xin look exactly alike; they are twins. Yet, from childhood to adulthood, they have always been worlds apart, one in heaven and the other on earth.

Wen Yu always heard: "Your sister is so outstanding, your sister has such a bright future, you are so lucky to have such a sister to protect you..."

Hehehe, does she even care?

If it weren't Wen Xin, she would have been the Holy Maiden of Light!

"So, you want me dead?"

Wen Xin stood in front of her, looking down at her indifferently.

Over the years, the fragment of the soul believed that it had never wronged its younger sister. It gave her whatever she wanted, protected her, and allowed her to live a carefree life.

Even when she made a grave mistake, the fragments of her soul went to great lengths to help her, trying to give her a chance to survive.

But what about Wenyu?

Perhaps some twins are destined to be enemies, after all, they are fighting for each other from the womb.

Wen Xin didn't look at Wen Yu again and turned to leave.

Anyway, she didn't really come to rekindle her sisterly bond with Wen Yu, nor did she expect any answers.

In their past lives, they were already mortal enemies.

Wen Xin's methods of revenge against her were not at all merciful.

She could have killed Wen Yu much earlier, but instead, she let her enter the Desert of Death with hope, suffer endless torment, and finally arrive at the Cleansing Pool, thinking that a bright future was within her grasp. But then Wen Xin appeared high and mighty in front of her, shattering all her illusions.

Like cutting flesh with a dull knife, Wen Xin not only abused her body but also tormented her until she suffered a mental breakdown.

She would repay every bit of the pain that Wen Yu and Andrei had inflicted on her in her past life.

To reiterate, Wen Xin is a saint, not a saint.

Forgiveness and such, they should pray to God themselves; an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth is the right way for her.