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SAINTESS [Chapter 66: The Day of Return]
🕑 Added 2025-10-16 19:30:13 +0000 UTCThe instructors' post-event records ended, and Winnie stayed in the academy's medical room for a few more days. Every morning, beautiful nun-sisters would come to Winnie's room to deliver three meals a day and conduct examinations.
During this period, Mirexia, Shikondell, and Aesphyra all visited him. Shikondell even offered to bring him meals during these days, but Winnie refused.
The medical room already had dedicated staff responsible for meals, and there was a rule against outside food delivery, so the elven chef-girl could only give up.
Well, it was quite blissful, actually. Lying in bed all day doing nothing, with meals delivered, and receiving care from the beautiful nun-sisters every day.
Ah, such a wonderful life, a week was far too short! He'd even be willing to stay for another month, or a semester!
However, during this time, not only Aesphyra and the others, but also his card-playing buddies came to visit him.
“Brother Winnie, are you alright? We came to see you.”
“Oh, thanks for taking time out of your precious card-playing to visit me,” Winnie said, with a smile.
"Oh! Brother Winnie, how can you say that? You're one of our pillars, how could we not come to see you? Don't blame us for coming late. Although we heard the news a few days ago, we also heard that you, kid, were quite lucky with the ladies. Even though you were in distress, you were carried back by the Tyrell Empire's Grand Princess, and once in the ward, you were visited and personally taken care of by several beauties. If we had come to bother you then, wouldn't that have been tactless??” Fred teased mischievously.
“Bother my ass! Do you know how miserable I was that day??” Winnie retorted irritably.
“Brother Winnie, you're just taking advantage and then complaining, not knowing how good you have it. Stop pretending, really, if you keep pretending, we can't be friends anymore. Do you know how many brothers here are looking at you and want to beat you up??” Fred smacked his lips.
“Get lost! I'm serious.” Winnie rolled his eyes irritably.
That day, he felt like he had gone through a battlefield of love, though it wasn't exactly that, but it was like being interrogated by three destined heroines consecutively.
1V 3, it was also an immersive experience of what Winnie from his previous life went through.
“I’m not saying much, but I almost lost my life this time, and when you came to see me, that’s all you had to say? No care, no love at all.”
“Alright, alright, Brother Winnie, look what we brought you.” With that, Fred pulled out an exquisite box from behind his back. “See? A newly released card box, I bought it for you!”
“Tsk tsk, do you think I'll forgive you if you do this? Am I that kind of person??” Winnie clicked his tongue a few times, but his gaze wandered over the box in Fred's hand, then he snatched the box. “Give it to me!”
“You said you were giving it away but still holding onto it, so stingy, really!” Winnie held the box fondly, with a look that showed he wouldn't let go.
“Brother Winnie, you've just suffered a great tribulation, which means all your bad luck has been used up. Now you only have good luck left, how about it? Why not reward yourself by drawing a few packs of cards??” Fred said. “Maybe you'll get a good pull.”
“Of course, do I even need you to tell me that??” Winnie placed the box on his lap, rubbed his hands together, and spat on them a few times, as if blessing his hands.
“Alright, alright, Brother Winnie, stop spitting. Are you trying to bless your hands or something? Enough, if you keep spitting, they'll become salty pig trotters, and won't work.”
“Go to hell, your hands are salty pig trotters! What do you know? I'm performing a ritual. Opening card packs require a sense of ritual, don't you understand??” Winnie said irritably.
“Alright, alright, by the way, Brother Winnie, let me ask you something. Do you have any other family members besides yourself?” Fred, seeing Winnie's expression, asked this question, and seemed to have thought of something.
“No? Why are you suddenly asking this?” Winnie was still opening the card box, wondering what new trick Fred was up to.
“Brother Winnie, seriously, I saw a very beautiful blue-haired girl in the academy before. Hey, everyone said she looked a lot like you. I said at the time, 'That's impossible! If Brother Winnie had such a beautiful sister at home, he would definitely introduce her to everyone, right?'” Fred laughed, then glanced at his card-playing buddies behind him, all showing expectant expressions.
“...” Winnie heard this, and his hand, which was opening the card box, paused. He suddenly fell silent.
He suddenly realized a terrible truth, then raised his gaze and meaningfully swept over all the card-playing buddies present, each with different expressions.
Holy moly.
Holy moly??
These scoundrels actually went to see the beauty pageant that day?!
Damn it, usually they all say card players don't need women, that women only affect their card-playing strategy and speed. But when it came to a chance to see beautiful women, they ran faster than anyone else, and not only did they run fast, they didn't even call him??
Although even if these rascals had called him, he wouldn't have been able to get to the audience seats that day.
What he didn't expect even more was that his embarrassing performance in drag that day was actually seen by all his good brothers.
Damn it, it was already bad enough that Aesphyra, that silver-haired nutball, knew. Now his good brothers knew too.
This absolutely couldn't be exposed. If it were exposed one day, his prestige as the notorious young master of Camella Royal City, the “Idea King of Camela,” would be completely swept away, and he might have to consider living on another planet.
“Brother Winnie, what's wrong? Why are you silent?” Seeing Winnie just looking at everyone without a word after being asked, one card player, not understanding, asked.
“Yeah, what's wrong? Are you unhappy? You're about to open card packs, cheer up, don't look so glum. Come on, open a pack. If you're glum, good luck won't favor you,” a card player said, thinking Winnie was thinking of something sad, and comforted him.
“When was I unhappy?? Don't talk nonsense, I'm happy right now!” Winnie said irritably.
“Also, about that family member, that sister you mentioned, I don't have one. You all know, I'm the only one left in my family now. I'm the sole heir of the Varelis family. If I'm gone, the Varelis family will be extinct. There are no other descendants!”
“Really?” Fred looked hesitant. “But the girl I saw that day really looked a lot like you, Brother Winnie, both in demeanor and appearance.”
“I think you're too stressed, so you saw wrong. How could any girl look like me?? Are you implicitly calling this young master feminine?? If so, please get lost. This young master is a dignified seven-foot man, overflowing with masculinity. You actually come out and say there's a girl who looks like me, asking for a beating, aren't you??” With that, Winnie even raised his fist, as big as a casserole.
“Uh uh.” Seeing Winnie flare up, Fred knew he couldn't continue on this topic.
But, how should he put it?
It felt even more similar.
His furious face just now, and Winiya’s furious face on stage that day when she was met with silence, really looked the same??
Fred suddenly realized a very serious problem: why was he starting to unconsciously defer to Winnie?
Was he, unintentionally, treating the other person as a girl?
No, no way? This isn't right, is it??
But, you have to admit.
A strange thought quickly spread in Fred's mind.
What if, what if Winnie wasn't actually a boy? What if he was really a girl, but for some reason couldn't reveal his true gender, and that's why he disguised himself as a boy to enter the Carillian Academy??
Ah, God, what was he thinking??
Could it be that, just as Winnie said, he was too stressed? To actually imagine his good brother as a beautiful girl, how could he think that??
Moreover, his good brother's true identity being a beautiful girl, and a beautiful girl of extraordinary status, wasn't that only something that happened in novels?
Really, he was indeed a bit neurotic, actually taking novels for reality.
Fred shook his head, temporarily shaking off that thought.
Depressed.
With this happening, Winnie didn't enjoy opening card packs. Perhaps it was for this reason, his luck was as bad as ever, showing no sign of turning around. Just like the famous card shop bankruptcy route last time, not a single good-looking card, all white cards, mixed with three blue cards. That was the best he pulled.
“Damn it.” Winnie threw the wrappers on the ground.
“Hahaha, Brother Winnie, it seems your luck is as bad as ever?” Fred and the card players, who had watched the whole process, immediately mocked him.
Actually, when they saw Winnie opening card packs, they were all quite nervous.
No choice, afraid of a brother's hardships, but also afraid of a brother getting a Range Rover. Fred still remembered the scene when Winnie pulled a UR Saintess Elusa from his remaining card box last time!
He almost regretted it to his core, every night he would lie awake, get up and slap himself twice, cursing himself for not opening the remaining card packs, for not opening them just because the probability was small, and giving them away??
This card box was the last pack he had left after buying them, and he was really scared, scared that Winnie would get a good pull again from the card box he gave him. Then he would be up all night again, unable to sleep.
Who understands that feeling of resentment when something that should have been yours ultimately benefited your brother!
So, Fred had the foresight to bring a group of brothers. This way, if Winnie pulled anything good, he wouldn't be the only one being shown off to; all the card players will be.
It felt much better knowing he wasn't the only one being shown off to.
But thankfully, Winnie didn't have that terrifying luck from last time. All he pulled were duds, not even a single purple card. Not only him, but the group of card players behind him also breathed a sigh of relief.
“Tsk, did you steal my rare cards and give me a bunch of opened duds to placate me??” Winnie looked at Fred discontentedly.
“Hey hey, Brother Winnie, you can't just say things like that. I'm not here to annoy you. If you pull good cards, I, your brother, will be happy for you, how could I harm you? You saw it, the packaging is intact, how could I tamper with it??” Fred said, spreading his hands.
“Forget it, forget it, take these crappy cards back, I don't want any of them, you keep them yourself.” Winnie was very upset, pouting.
“No, no, Brother Winnie, once they're opened, they're all yours. No one's snatching them from you, no one's snatching them, alright? You take your time collecting them. Alright, alright, don't be discouraged. Not pulling anything good is fate, isn't it? Maybe this is protecting you from disaster. You have to think positively.” Fred said, grinning.
“Seeing you still so energetic, Brother Winnie, we're relieved. Alright, alright, we have to go back to class. Brother Winnie, you take good care of yourself and recover, alright? Hey, you don't need to thank your old brother. Just introduce your sister to me when you figure things out!”
“Get lost! This young master already said I don't have any sister, are you deaf??” Winnie irritably shooed away these smirking card players, then tidied up the cards scattered on his bed.
A few more days passed, and Winnie was officially discharged from the hospital.
He could have been discharged earlier, actually. Besides having his Soul armament sealed, he hadn't sustained many injuries. The priests and nuns believed it was either due to his excellent skills or because he was very well protected by Isatia, otherwise, they couldn't explain why some injuries healed so quickly.
The reason he stayed for so many days was entirely because medicine is a rigorous field, and they had to ensure he was truly fine before letting Winnie go.
Winnie had no objections to this; he even wished he could stay in the medical room for a few more days. No class, someone serves him every day, wasn't this a life like a god?
However, this wasn't necessarily a good thing.
“Winnie, I heard you were hospitalized because of the last Mars dungeon exploration. Well, it's a blessing you came back alive, so I won't say anything to you. Looking at you, it seems there's nothing seriously wrong.” Franklin scrutinized Winnie, stroking his chin.
“I deeply sympathize with your experience, and I hope you recover quickly, but sympathy is one thing, you cannot fail to complete the assignments from these past days. I'm giving you one week.”
Winnie collapsed.
He dodged class, but couldn't dodge homework.
Not only did he have to do the assignments for his compulsory subjects, but also for his elective subjects.
He wondered if Isatia had been discharged yet.
She should have been, right? Given her recovery speed as a destined heroine.
Anyway, the Mars Civilization dungeon exploration was officially over.
Winnie had to re-immerse himself in the heavy daily coursework.
Sorry for not updating on time I am quite busy and next one or two days it will be same no proper upload timings but I will upload regular that's for sure
