“What’s our strategy?” Priestess Rebecca asked.
“My Bramble Magic is also good at defense. My offensive power relies entirely on Niubao, so Sister Bemore just needs to hide under my protection and unleash her crazy output,” Samimi analyzed.
“Then what about me?” Rebecca pointed at herself.
“You’re the Pastoralist, so of course you stay behind us. What else would you want to do?” Samimi teased.
“Oh.” Rebecca nodded, clearly a bit uncertain about her role.
But now, the Priestess was no longer just a dead weight or a useless healer. Having learned the Green Demon Art, she had switched careers from Pastoralist to a “Mana Recharge Support.”
She could convert all the healing energy she cast on herself into mana infusion. It sounded a bit awkward, but it was definitely valuable in actual combat.
You could say the underlying logic of this Game World was based on a game system. It looked like an MMORPG, but the core was more like a Suffering Soul Series Game.
Monsters dealt high damage, players dealt high damage, and both sides were constantly exchanging blows. Everyone died quickly, so the Priestess’s role in battle was greatly diminished—far less effective than a Support Technique caster.
A Priestess can’t go without healing, but healing alone isn’t enough. There have to be additional functions.
Now Rebecca had her own additional ability. Although her buff support was weak, she could restore mana—this was what veteran players called a “Mana Recharge Support.”
“Heh heh, the Flame School folks don’t realize Rebecca has been completely transformed. She can make up for our team’s mana disadvantage. They’ve seriously underestimated us this time. We’ll definitely blow their minds and leave them shaking their heads,” Samimi analyzed.
“Hmph!” Rebecca felt a respect she’d never known before.
“Today, we’ll test out your Green Demon Art,” Samimi said as she gently patted Rebecca’s shoulder. She was incredibly kind.
“Yes!” Rebecca almost turned into a little crybaby again, but this time she remembered Lady Samimi’s advice and held back her tears.
She then activated the Green Demon Art, unleashing dazzling, radiant green magical particles all over her body, over-healing Samimi, who was completely unharmed.
The healing light converted into mana, filling the target’s mana deficit.
“Dang-oye~ I can feel your mana flowing into my body.”
Samimi didn’t activate her own magic, but her body was enveloped by the additional mana she could use, and the sensation felt wonderful.
Her choice of words sounded strange, almost suggestive.
The effect was powerful, greatly extending the duration of Samimi’s Multiple Support Arts, covering the biggest shortcoming of the Villainess.
However…
That night, undercover Bemore quietly recorded the genius Pastoralist Priestess Rebecca’s Green Demon Art.
This was crucial intelligence—a major achievement!
The Flame School definitely thought the Priestess was useless and that bringing her to the arena was a big blow to the School of Healing’s strength.
Little did they know, the Sin Nun had long customized a Unique Ritual just for the Priestess, perfectly solving the team’s problems.
But as Bemore wrote this intel, her face under the moonlight looked even paler, her spirit was exhausted, and her loose hair made her resemble a ghost.
Her fingers trembled slightly, and the more she wrote, the more uncomfortable she felt. The handwriting on the notebook looked like ghostly scribbles.
But Bemore soon steeled her heart, no longer hesitating. She even included the shortcoming of Samimi’s mana sustain.
Compared to her own future, others’ dormitories weren’t worth mentioning.
If a person doesn’t think for themselves, they’re doomed.
The next day arrived.
“Sister Bemore, you look terrible. You must have stayed up worrying too much last night?” Samimi, spotting Bemore’s two large dark circles early in the morning, approached with concern.
“I’m fine.” Bemore felt a little choked hearing such concern, since she had been writing her little report all night.
“Come, let Niubao help you with a massage.” Samimi reached out to stroke Bemore’s shoulder but suddenly stopped as if hitting an invisible brake. Her long fingers hadn’t touched Bemore at all.
Instead, she had Niubao help, guiding Bemore to sit on the soft sofa and massaging her shoulders and neck with strong, firm pressure. Bemore’s fatigue dissipated significantly.
“[Clear Mind Technique],” Samimi said as she sat opposite and applied a Unique Amplification Spell to Bemore.
This amplification spell didn’t increase a teammate’s attributes but was meant to restore one’s mood.
It was truly an intangible thing—emotions were so elusive, most of the time no one knew what use it served. But this spell was very useful for curing travelers’ homesickness.
Mages’ spellcasting efficiency was highly dependent on their mood, so this amplification spell was especially effective.
In fact, Clear Mind Technique was originally learned by Samimi for White-haired Witch Bemore, a support technique exclusive to her.
Bemore, feeling the effects of Clear Mind Technique, was suddenly stunned.
A strange feeling blossomed from her heart—a nostalgic sensation, like a long-lost treasure returning to her.
Previously, her spells had been just tickling the Steelback Dragon’s back, nearly breaking Bemore’s spirit. Now, she finally understood what she was missing—just one Samimi.
You could say Samimi’s support was the greatest boost in the hero team.
The other three physical-class members lacked any buff effects, so they were only scraping damage, but if they persevered, one day they’d kill the monsters.
Samimi’s unique spells, however, were extraordinarily meaningful to Bemore.
Because her Support Techniques helped stabilize Bemore’s mood, increasing casting efficiency and speed, making her like a Mage God possessed, unleashing unstoppable magic in rapid succession.
Without Samimi’s Clear Mind support, White-haired Witch Bemore was like an Automatic Assault Rifle downgraded to an old-fashioned Bolt-action Rifle—dropping from a Modern Warfare Weapon to a World War I Relic.
Yet, Bemore had never realized this before. She had thought her mental strength was too stable, that her mindset was as solid as a rock.
But without Samimi’s support, Bemore found her spirit a chaotic mess, her mood as fragile as an egg, and her temper as foul as a rotten one.
She had cast Samimi out of the team with shameless and despicable reasons.
And now here she was, working undercover, scheming and hurting others.
So who really was the shameless and despicable one?
“Sister Bemore, feeling better? Want to take a hot shower first before we practice our coordination again?” Samimi asked with a light laugh.
“Can you please stop calling me ‘Sister’?” Bemore muttered quietly.
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