The door closed. Aesphyra had left, leaving Winnie standing there, stunned. After regaining his senses, he walked out and glanced at the top-grade magical potion in his hand, still warm, and pondered the meaning behind Aesphyra’s earlier words.

Did that girl just imply he should “not hold back” with her?

Was that it?

But he only did this to avoid constantly owing her favors, so they could remain on equal footing.

With complicated thoughts, Winnie looked up at the villa and turned away.

He returned to Shikondell’s hospital room. Milian, still waiting there, turned to face him.

“Is it done?”

“Yeah. Everything’s ready.”

Seeing Winnie nod so confidently, Milian couldn’t help but wonder, what exactly was he preparing for? If it involved expensive, high-end equipment, she had no idea where he could possibly obtain it. What kind of connections did he have? But then again, it wasn’t something she particularly cared to know.

Time passed slowly. Evening fell.

After dinner, the two returned to Shikondell’s ward. Once the final round of nurse checks ended, Winnie gave Milian a knowing look. She nodded in understanding.

“Let’s begin,” Winnie stood up.

“…Everything’s in your hands,” Milian hesitated, but there was no room left for doubt. She helped Shikondell onto Winnie’s back and said softly.

“By the way, when did you find out about her identity?” Milian paused, then suddenly asked.

“What do you mean, Dell’s identity, or something else?” Winnie didn’t look at her, focused on his task.

“Both.”

“Then it was early,” Winnie replied matter-of-factly. Since they were already on this topic, there was no point in hiding anything now.

“I see,” Milian sighed softly. She knew innocent Shikondell couldn’t possibly hide her identity forever from cunning humans.

Does she know?

“Not yet,” Winnie answered. “If Dell feels safer keeping these hidden things, why should I expose her?”

“Tch, you humans sure know how to talk.”

Still, even knowing Shikondell’s true gender and identity, this guy hadn’t made any unreasonable demands.

Milian had once imagined this Camella delinquent cornering poor, defenseless Shikondell with a sinister grin, saying something like, “Dell, you wouldn’t want your real gender and identity exposed, would you?” using it to force her into doing things she absolutely didn’t want to do.

If that happened, Shikondell would have no choice but to comply. If her true gender gets out, she’d be expelled from the academy. And if her true identity was revealed? That would be far worse. If those vicious tribal people learned the Moon Elf royal bloodline still had a survivor, they’d stop at nothing to capture her.

And if the surviving Moon Elves under tribal rule found out their royal family still lived, those who had long given up hope and accepted slavery, would ignite a new rebellion. The moment the royal heir raised their banner, hundreds of Moon Elves might rise up in revolt.

That was a risk the tribes could never allow.

Yet despite knowing all this, Winnie had never used it to threaten Shikondell. He hadn’t even mentioned it, considering her feelings, acting as if he’d never discovered her secret at all.

So perhaps this guy’s character wasn’t as terrible as the rumors claimed?

But still… Men and women are different, aren’t they?

Milian was conflicted. Winnie continued living with Shikondell even after learning her secret. Sure, it was unavoidable under the circumstances, but still… Wasn’t it inappropriate?

Has Shikondell ever been taken advantage of by Winnie in daily life?

Although she knew this wasn’t the time to think about such things, Milian couldn’t help but worry.

“If anything unexpected happens, you’ll be the only one who can respond,” Winnie said, completely unaware of Milian’s chaotic thoughts. He nodded at her, then drank the invisibility potion given by Aesphyra. Moments later, he activated the advanced invisibility form, enveloping both himself and Shikondell.

Milian looked slightly surprised. This alchemical potion appears to be a top-tier invisibility type, so advanced it was clearly something only a master alchemist could produce.

Normal invisibility potions didn’t just conceal visually, they partially phased the user into an unknown subspace, nearly overlapping with Terraria. Essentially, they created a spatial conduit, allowing others to be brought along.

The best invisibility potions could even eliminate physical collision, and to the user, the world appears different from normal perception.

Potions of this caliber were treasures even small nations will display in royal halls. Did he really use them so casually?

After consuming the invisibility potion, Winnie carried Shikondell out the window, slipped out of the church, leaving the rest to Milian.

The potion’s effect should last about thirty minutes. Winnie smoothly arrived at the maid cafe’s entrance. As expected, the door hadn’t been fully locked, it was left slightly ajar, waiting for him.

Winnie quietly pushed the door open. The sign above swayed gently, then closed again, appearing as if no one had come, just a faint breeze that nudged it open.

Once inside, Winnie locked the door, confirming no one saw, then deactivated the invisibility.

At the sound, people upstairs began descending.

“Milady, … cough, long time no see, Winnie. How have you been?” Fanya, upon seeing Winnie, nearly shouted in excitement before remembering Luna’s earlier warning. She quickly cleared her throat, adopting a calm, indifferent demeanor, as if their relationship was merely acquaintance-level.

“Fanya, there are no outsiders here. Call me as you normally would. It’s fine,” Luna said with a soft smile from behind.

“Huh?” Fanya glanced at Mioka following Luna, hesitating.

“Mioka is my trusted aide, she’s not an outsider. She’s reliable,” Luna explained.

“Oh, I see,” Fanya rubbed her head.

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Winnie looked at Fanya and Amisa, both clearly summoned by Luna.

“Yes, Saintess,” Amisa replied, raising her staff. Last time, she wasn’t able to help. This time, she’d finally contribute.

Hearing Amisa addresses Winnie as “Saintess,” Mioka’s eyes flickered with shock, but she quickly composed herself.

She asked nothing, silently staying behind Luna, suppressing all curiosity.

‘No wonder my master treats him with such reverence, even addressing him as “you.” So that’s why?’

Mioka’s little mind still couldn’t grasp how Winnie had disguised himself. He clearly looked like a boy, nothing similar to the Varelis family traits.

“Is this… the Saintess’s roommate?” Amisa saw Shikondell for the first time. After seeing the person on Winnie’s back, her eyes widened slightly.

She hadn’t expected this Moon Elf boy to be so delicate and refined, except for the slightly visible Adam’s apple, he looked completely feminine.

Is this Moon Elf really a male?

After experiencing Winnie’s case, Amisa couldn’t help but wonder.

Then again, it made sense, elves were different from humans. Maybe Moon Elf males naturally looked this delicate?

Amisa hadn’t met many elves, only female ones, so she wasn’t sure.

“Mioka, open the basement door,” Luna said.

“Understood, Mistress Luna,” Mioka bowed, her tone now formal. Given the serious occasion and the presence of trusted allies, she used the proper address.

She had been the Horaleth family’s personal maid and bodyguard assigned to Luna, accompanying her since Luna’s childhood.

Mioka retrieved a keychain from under her skirt and led the group to the usually sealed basement entrance, unlocking the first door.

It was called the “first door” because several more lay beyond. After unlocking three consecutive doors, they entered a spacious basement.

In the darkness, Mioka activated the light system using a magic stone key.

Bright white stone lamps lit up, illuminating every corner of the basement.

Now visible, the room revealed shelves lined with books and tools. In a corner stood an enchanting table and alchemical apparatus. The entire basement was built from neatly arranged white stone bricks.

At the center stood the healing platform Winnie needed.

Luna didn’t know where she’d gotten this advanced enchanted table, Winnie himself had only read about it in books.

How to describe it? The enchanting table created something like a sterile environment, providing optimal healing conditions while minimizing risks of improper handling worsening the patient’s condition.

Although the principles differ greatly from a truly sterile environment, this was the closest Winnie could relate it to his past-life knowledge.

The highest-grade enchanted healing tablets could even prevent mental and spiritual deterioration. The one invented and refined by Radiance Saintess Agnes Varelis herself was said to have even more extraordinary effects.

But of course, Agnes’s original healing table was out of Winnie’s reach, it was now property of the Church of Radiance, a sacred relic from the previous Saintess. No one could even see it without the Pope’s permission.

Hmm, just like in the illustration, drawn with a cross-shaped magic circle below, six pillars at cardinal points each holding a floating white crystal emitting energy. At the center, a stone bed engraved with intricate magical inscriptions.

Winnie didn’t know why. He’d only seen illustrations in books, never the real thing, but the moment he saw this strange stone bed, a sense of déjà vu washed over him, as if he were deeply familiar with the device.

“This is the enchanted healing table. As for how to use it… ” Luna began explaining, only to stop as Winnie walked forward, climbed the steps, gently laid Shikondell on the stone bed, and fell silent, gazing at her.

“Miss Luna, Fanya, Amisa, can you three continuously channel healing energy into the enchanted table?” Winnie asked after a pause.

“Of course.”

“No problem.”

“Yes, Your Holiness Saintess!”

Hearing their replies, Winnie nodded silently.

Apparently, she didn’t need to guide him step by step.

Luna thought.

“Saintess, have you ever used an enchanted healing table before?” Luna asked.

“Never. But for some reason, I feel I know how to use it,” Winnie replied firmly.

Luna nodded quietly.

She recalled a legend about Radiance Saintesses: a Saintess’s talent could be judged by her innate understanding of sacred relics, holy scriptures, and the [Holy Envoy].

Not learned through study, but innate through comprehension. The ability to intuitively grasp how a sacred object worked just by looking at it.

“Mioka, lock the door and guard it,” Luna added as she stepped forward.

Although the chance of intruders was nearly zero, caution was still wise.

After all, they now formed a small faction, calling them the Saintess loyalists, defying the Church itself.

“Understood, Mioka got it,” Mioka nodded. After confirming the door was properly closed, she stood guard.

At that moment, Winnie grasped Shikondell’s hands, closed his eyes, and instantly, a cherry-colored sacred light descended. Pure, flawless white wings enveloped his body. When they flared open again, radiant cherry-colored hair burst into the air, scattering millions of shimmering holy particles and golden sparks.

Mioka stared wide-eyed.

This is… Miss Vanessa?!

No wonder she always felt something familiar about Winnie.

So that’s it?

This Winnie really is Miss Vanessa?

And Miss Vanessa truly is the last surviving Varelis heir?

The appearing Vanessa wore a female-style [Armor Fortress]. She tightly held Shikondell’s cold hands, then opened her eyes, her heart-shaped pupils radiating a gaze as compassionate as divine mercy.

Mioka remembered the descriptions of the Radiance Saintess; those heart-shaped eyes were the Varelis family’s symbol of pity for the world. Anyone who met those eyes, filled with love and benevolence, would fall helplessly under their spell, drawn in, awed, and utterly subdued.

As if kissed and blessed by an angel.

That was exactly how she felt now. The moment Vanessa appeared, sensing her gaze, the cherry-haired girl moved in her direction, those eyes briefly resting on her, and Mioka instantly felt chosen by an angel.

Although she’d seen Vanessa before, this was by far the most overwhelming encounter.

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