How Could the Villainous Young Master Be a Saintess?-Chapter 59: What’s wrong with the protagonist, you can’t afford to eat the protagonist!

"Junk Big Brother??" Getting out of bed, Peter looked around anxiously, as if searching for someone, to the extent that he ignored Winnie's taunting.

"Who are you looking for, you brat? Stop looking, it's just us two here," Winnie said with a laugh.

"That, the pink-haired big sister who treated me? Where is she?" Peter seemed still unwilling to give up.

"Her? She's long gone," Winnie rolled her eyes. "It was already quite something to have her come and treat you. She’s very busy, you know. What, you expected her to wait until you woke up?"

"She's gone??" Peter's face fell, and he lowered his head, feeling a hollow emptiness inside.

"What else? Why would she stay?" Winnie scoffed.

"Why do you care so much about her? Could it be...? Ho, you little rascal, give up. She would never like a brat like you who pretends to be sick and learns nothing," Winnie said, seeing Peter’s downcast look and mocking him with a face that said 'I get it.'

"You! Blah blah blah, Junk Big Brother!" Hearing this, Peter jumped up like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, made a face at Winnie, and then seemed to think of something, awkwardly averting his gaze.

"Big Brother, what is that pink-haired big sister's name?"

"Huh?" Winnie doubted he had heard right. This little devil always added 'junk' or something when calling him, and now he was being so polite, obviously because he wanted something.

Seeing Peter's fidgety look, Winnie suddenly had a bad hunch.

Hey, that line earlier was just to tease this little devil, could it really be...?

"Do you know what you're asking for?" Winnie glanced at Peter.

"I, I just want to know!" Pete insisted.

"Sorry, oh, I promised her, I can't tell anyone any information about her," Winnie pursed his lips. "That was her wish. If you insist on being annoying, it might trouble that big sister, you know?"

"Ooh!" This statement directly blocked what Peter wanted to say next, leaving him speechless and finally only able to ask hesitantly.

"Then, did that big sister leave any message for me?"

"Nope, not even a punctuation mark," Winnie glanced at Peter.

"Alright, you brat, it's time to go."

"Go where?" Peter looked bewildered, his mind still filled with the images of the beautiful, unattainable cherry-blossom-haired girl, unable to think of anything else.

The gentle and maternal aura that still lingered in his mind was inescapable.

"Are you muddled from sleep? Of course, we're going back to the orphanage, where else?" Winnie said irritably. "Do you know how long you've been asleep? The old director and your little friends must be worried about you."

"Let's go, let's go, this isn’t a hotel here, and I'm not allowing free stays," said Winnie as he grabbed the still dazed Peter and walked out of the courtyard.

Glancing at Peter, who was being led along like a puppet without moving, Winnie was somewhat speechless.

The physical illness might be cured, but the mental one had just started.

That, he couldn't cure.

"Here you go, Mr. Director, this little devil is all better now."

"Thank you for your generous help!" The old director gripped Winnie's hand, deeply grateful. "And please thank your friend for me."

"No need for thanks, honestly, my friend was treating someone for the first time, and it wasn't guaranteed to succeed," Winnie waved his hand.

"The fact that he recovered in just one day makes me suspect, this little devil wasn't really sick at all, he was just pretending." Winnie poked Peter’s head.

"Ow! You damn Junk Big Brother!" Peter, still dazed, was suddenly awakened by the poke and was instantly furious.

"Regardless, we are very grateful for everything you've done for our orphanage."

"I said no thanks needed. Well, if there's nothing else, I'll be going," Winnie said, ruffling Peter's hair before turning to leave, only to bump into a pair of violet eyes.

Those shining silver hairs, the familiar and flawless face often appeared in Winnie's nightmares, smiling down at him with a blood-soaked sword in her hand while he lay on the ground as a cooling corpse.

"........" Winnie froze, braking sharply.

Oh no, oh no!

Why did he run into her /N_o_v_e_l_i_g_h_t/ here?!

"Mr. Winnie, long time no see, huh~?" As Winnie hesitated whether to greet or not, the silver-haired girl raised her hand and greeted first.

Aeciphysis Kareliman's smile was enchanting, effortlessly penetrating people’s defenses, creating the illusion, "She’s smiling at me, does she like me?"

However, Winnie dared not even think such thoughts.

"Ah, oh, um, long time no see." Seeing her initiate the conversation, Winnie, knowing he couldn't escape this encounter, reluctantly responded, raising his hand stiffly like a beckoning cat.

"Forgive me, I wasn't prepared to meet Mr. Winnie here, it's really beyond my expectations," Aeciphysis said, narrowing her beautiful violet eyes, which were as delicate as a porcelain doll's, her words carrying a deeper meaning.

"Yeah, me neither," Winnie pursed his lips, silently looking away.

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If possible, he really did not want to have any contact with Aeciphysis, the protagonist of the original work, a harbinger of doom. She herself might not suffer, but those around her often met with misfortune.

Unlike the other Fated Ladies, he might still have the courage to provoke them, thinking, 'Who wouldn't pluck a leek?' Especially someone like Jiuli Xue, whom you meet once and never see again, he could pluck as he liked, no harm in not plucking.

But Aeciphysis was different, her leeks, Winnie didn't even dare covet, fearing he might never return.

Damn it, why did he have to run into her here?

Winnie refused to look into Aeciphysis’s eyes, which seemed to be filled with some sort of magic.

But then again, now compared to before, his fear of Aeciphysis had decreased somewhat.

The confidence came from his increased strength. In the past, if Aeciphysis wanted to act against Winnie, he wouldn't even dare think about resisting. Now it was different; he had some ability to fight back, not much, but at least some.

If it really came down to a life-or-death struggle, he could just shout, 'Vanessa, save me!'

The protagonist of the original work? This is called 【Blessing of the Thousand Gods】, even the original protagonist can't afford this!

Of course, these thoughts were just to boost his courage. Compared to his minor powers, he was nothing in Aeciphysis’s presence, who was the real deal, the only true cheat character.

Like one of the rare five-star Soul Arts on the continent, which was Aeciphysis's root Soul Art, and the divine favor of the ancient imperial Kareliman family related to time and space...

So Winnie was well aware, even if Vanessa came forward, at best, she could only hold Aeciphysis off for a while. If it really came to a fight, the Blessing of the Thousand Gods might not even have time to activate before Vanessa was pinned down by Aeciphysis.