The Saintess Is A Villainess

33: Brainwashed

THIRD PERSON

"The saintess, wants to see you now." Nathaniel was informed that Helena was at the doorstep, waiting for him. She arrived too early than what they initially planned. Or is it because something went wrong thus she's here?

"Let her in." He advised towards his servant, letting Helena come in. When the servant opened the door, Helena barged inside, closing the door and making the servant flinch at how enraged the saintess currently is.

"Who's this one?" She asked, pointing at the shivering servant who was now in the corner, scared at the image of the saintess. Never in his dreams that the saintess has this personality. "A servant." Nathaniel replied as he bowed his head for the Saintess.

"Then let me eat him." She said as she turned around and faced the coward servant. Before he could run away, a black serpent came out of Helena's hands, chocking the man through his neck as it slithered till it bite the man's head, feeding Helena his soul.

"Your power... It's getting dark." Nathaniel commented as Helena retrieved the snake. "You have to give me a servant. Day by day, until I become pure." She replied, looking at the fellow who's body turned into ashes.

"But that's not why I'm still here. I thought, you managed to kill that fucking bitch?" She asked, slamming her hands right into his table. It messed up his papers with ink splattering across it. Nathaniel looked up and saw how fury has evoked right into her.

"I've told you this before, your Holiness. My assassins never came back the moment I sent them a week ago. I assumed that you would already know the result given by the fact that she had returned home." Nathaniel replied.

"Fuck... That pope was right... Felicia has awakened herself as the Saintess. This will ruin what I planned, Nathaniel! It will ruin everything!" She screamed, erratic. It was clear that she was losing her mind over everything.

"Put a bounty on her head. I don't care how much it costs, the church is mine." She said, referring to putting Felicia's head for sale. This will attract assassins from the undercity as they will try to teach her a lesson.

"Where's the pope? Is she still in the basement?" She asked, making Nathaniel stopped from writing. "No. The people are looking after her so I have to move her by her own room." Nathaniel replied, doubt was evident on his face as he stared at her.

"I'll kill her. If it means that I'll have her power then I have to. This may last till I kill Felicia. I have to eliminate her, so that no one will ever stop me." She mentioned as she turned her back and started walking away.

She was filled with bloodlust, completely into the idea of killing the pope. Nathaniel had to follow her, to keep her sane despite wanting to grin from ear to ear. They both stormed off towards the Pope's room, with the intent of ending her life.

Everyone was looking at them, bowing their heads as they were currently the people with high status. No one questioned and dared to wonder why they were acting like something's important is happening.

"Ahh, your Holiness. What brings you here?" A priest asked as they walked out of the room. Helena stopped from her tracks as she was caught of guard. Luckily, her grim expression quickly turned soft, smiling politely as she bowed her head in front of them.

"I had a dark premonition... It includes the Pope dying in her bed. I am going to check on her." She let out a sob, wiping her tears. "It was such a dark dream that I had to rush and come back." She added, making the priests believed her.

"But what nonsense is that? The Pope is doing well." One cardinal spoke, his brows met upon hearing her claims. "That couldn't be, she's very alive." He even added, making the other priest nod their heads in approval.