The Wicked Saintess Who Transmigrated into the Book Will Never Reveal Her Secret Identity

Chapter 55 : On the Eve of Battle

On the Eve of Battle==============================

"Their relationship is really good," under the moonlight, Renata sat on the top of the wall, swinging her legs, tilting her head to look at Ferran as she spoke.

Ferran paused in the action of wiping the gun barrel, and replied coldly, "Mm, indeed."

"Well,"

Renata shrugged, saying, "don't be so cold. Watching their interactions every day is actually quite interesting, hehe."

Because she knew Jiang Cheng's true identity, watching the interactions between the two in front of her was especially amusing to Renata.

One had to admit, a twisted sense of fun was also a universal human trait.

These past few days, since they would soon have to confront that newly appointed god of adventurers head-on, the two of them needed to wait at Jiang Cheng's home at all times.

So, out of boredom, Renata had become quite fond of "shipping"

Jiang Cheng and the others.

"Tomorrow we have to face that god,"

Ferran interrupted, "I don't have the time to listen to you talk about these things here."

Hearing that, Renata fell silent, and her legs, which hung in the air, stopped swinging.

"You..."

Only after a long while did Renata try to speak, "Actually, you don't have to go."

"Ha, how could that be possible,"

Ferran stopped wiping, and holstered his handgun.

"Jiang Cheng already told me, I am the most critical part of the plan. Without me, the false god will never die."

"You know that's not what I mean,"

Renata said anxiously.

"Jiang Cheng can't possibly kill the false god without you, but you don't have to give up your life just to kill the false god."

"You could have chosen not to risk your life against Him."

"Ha? Not risk my life against Him? What kind of joke is that."

Ferran answered coldly.

"I want to avenge Teacher. Even if I die, it's worth it."

"I have nothing left; Teacher is my only relative. Even if I'm just a lucky thief whom Teacher took in as a disciple, I still ought to avenge Teacher."

"Who says you have no relatives left!"

Renata said, her voice a bit agitated.

"You still have me, don't you."

"Hmm?"

Ferran gave her a glance, speaking coldly, "What do you think you are?"

"Just a monster that ate its own sister—what right do you have to meddle in my affairs."

...

Renata fell silent. It was true: even though she had inherited all the other's memories, and strived to become a race accepted by humanity—

Still, none of this could change one fact: they were, after all, monsters that had transformed.

She raised her hand, looking at her pale palm, and in the next second, her fingers turned into black, mud-formed tentacles, only to quickly turn back.

Turning her head, Renata looked seriously at Ferran and said,

"But, no matter what, I hope you can live, and not sacrifice yourself for someone already dead."

"So annoying,"

Ferran said indifferently. "I will avenge Teacher, no matter what I must pay."

"And you don't have the right to tell me what to do."

With that, he jumped down from the wall. No longer caring what Renata said behind him, he walked toward his room.

"All right then, I won't try to persuade you anymore," behind him, Renata spoke softly,

"But no matter what, I still wish for you to survive. This isn't just my regret—it was your sister's last wish before she died."

Ferran paused in his steps and replied without even turning his head, "Whatever."

Silent, wordless moonlight fell over Renata, leaving her looking a little lonely.

From the garden came the sounds of another round of so-called physical training between Jiang Cheng and Lyle.

"Lyle, I can't run anymore..."

"Keep going, little junior sister, don't stop. It's for your own physical fitness and safety."

"I told you, I'm not your little junior sister!"

With a light chuckle, Renata looked over.

Mm, that's cute. So this is human love? Oh, how she wished she could be a normal human...

............

Inside the Mechanists' Association, members dressed in exoskeletons were cleaning up the damaged building.

Even though it was already nighttime, they still could not stop their work.

This time, it really wasn't due to pressure from those at the top; rather, if they didn't clean up the building, they wouldn't have a place to stay tomorrow.

The moment you joined the Mechanists' Association, any housing outside would be expropriated, and dormitory rooms would be automatically assigned.

So now, some of the buildings had collapsed while others were in disrepair—if they didn't tidy things up, they truly would have nowhere to stay.

Well, looked at this way, it still seemed related to the Association's oppression.

"Our casualties are quite heavy this time," on the rooftop, the president lay back on a chair and spoke.

"So, why not talk to your Saintess and ask for a bit more compensation?"

The president turned, looking at the person behind.

Behind the president, the figure clad in a huge rusted mecha shook their head, and with their signature sickly-sticky, disgusting voice replied,

"We can't do anything about that great Saintess."

"Ha, 'great', huh," the president shrugged. "I guess it doesn't surprise me that you all obey that Saintess."

"Just her identity in the Temple of the Gods is enough for you to listen, isn't it?"

The mecha nodded and said, "After all, what we have always sought is rightful recognition for our legion. Only the Temple of the Gods can grant that."

"Ha, that's true."

The president shook his head with a smile, "And that Saintess does seem to be quite an interesting person."

"Interesting?"

The mecha tilted its head, a grating metallic sound mingling with some sticky tone.

"Yes, it's as if she understands exactly what each of us wants," the president said calmly.

"Whether it's the terms she offers or the threats she makes, whatever she puts forth is always irresistible."

"So, I feel that even if she wasn't the Saintess, she'd still find some way to make all of you obey."

The mecha was silent for a moment, then said, "Maybe so. That's why I think she is great; the road ahead for her will surely not end here."

"Yes..." the president looked up at the moon, sighing, "Let's hope the road of technology doesn't end either."

"By the way," as he spoke, the president turned his head and asked the mecha,

"If I'm correct, the Saintess' plan starts tomorrow, right?"

"Indeed," the mecha nodded, "Tomorrow at noon, we enter the spirit realm to kill the enemy."

"Ha," the president shrugged, "I knew it, that bead was definitely stolen by her. Oh well, it doesn't matter."

"As long as she keeps her word and the main host is still alive, let her do as she pleases."

"It's just... I wonder what you, when you're about to die, will think of all this."

With that, the president looked meaningfully at the mecha.

The mecha was silent momentarily before saying, "We already died that day. What's left alive now is just the monsters we've become."

"So," the mecha said seriously, "in order to clear our name, dying really doesn't matter anymore."

"Hahaha," the president burst into laughter, "That Saintess really knows how to control people."