Originally, it was a four-on-four match, but in the end, only three people walked away.
Samimi still felt a bit sour inside.
It seemed she was still a good person. She had long since figured out Bemore’s undercover identity. The reason she hadn’t called her out by name was just to watch the fun unfold.
But in the end, she still hoped Bemore would turn back from the cliff’s edge and choose the path to redemption.
Unfortunately, she chose the darkest and most foolish route—one mistake after another, a path of no return.
But the fate of the White-haired Witch was no longer her concern.
Because her own matters were far from resolved! She had no mood to care about her!
She hadn’t won. She had lost. It was called a strategic retreat, but a loss was a loss.
Samimi’s face grew darker and darker. The more she thought about it, the angrier she got.
How could she swallow this bitter pill? Absolutely impossible! She had to take revenge!
Moreover, how was she supposed to return to the Moon of Darkness Hall and face the Heretical sisters?
We lost. They want to move out.
If she had to bear the consequences of defeat herself, she wouldn’t mind.
But she couldn’t accept others having to bear the consequences of her failure.
Returning to the Moon of Darkness Hall, Dorm Leader Brayetta opened the door for them.
Samimi and the other two stood silently in front of her, unsure what to say.
“It’s alright. You all did your best. Go take a rest first, have a bath, and then we’ll have lunch together,” Brayetta said.
From their expressions, Brayetta already knew the outcome of the duel. She didn’t blame anyone and maintained her gentle smile, soothing everyone.
The three of them really trudged off to bathe, all looking glum.
Rebecca finally sneaked into the bathhouse as well, able to bathe honestly with her dear Lady Samimi, washing away the sins on their bodies.
But Samimi had no interest in such formalities. Niubao was washing her hair, Rebecca was tending to her skin, and she let them be.
She slumped in the hot spring pool, letting the warmth soak into her cold skin, trying to sober up and think about what to do next to turn the defeat around.
But in the end, she soaked until her head felt dizzy and still came up with nothing.
Her mind was no longer as sharp as before, unable to immediately find a solution—perhaps there was simply no solution.
She was up against the entire Continental Magic Academy’s millennia-old decayed system.
Her enemy was the entire body of Elemental Magicians who upheld this stubborn tradition.
Just her—a story jumper, a stubborn Niubao, and a Macron Treasure—how could she resist such a colossal, ancient beast?
Calm down. Reason told her.
Endure for a moment, and the winds will calm; take a step back, and the sea and sky will expand.
After bathing, the three came out to find everyone already packing—big bags, small bags—all preparing to move.
“Dorm Leader, where are we being sent?” Samimi asked.
“We’re moving to Warehouse Castle. There are two four-person rooms available for us to use,” Brayetta replied.
Hearing this, Samimi felt a chill in the room, silent for a long while.
The so-called Warehouse Castle was the place the Continental Magic Academy usually stored food.
Inside were multiple storage rooms protected by frost barriers, always freezing cold.
There were indeed a few secure rooms inside the Warehouse Castle, but who needed security in a place like that?
It was the perfect solution to lock up these Heretical Magicians.
“Don’t worry. As long as you take care of each other, it’ll be fine. Go finish packing,” Brayetta said.
Niubao and Rebecca returned to their rooms to pack.
But Samimi sat silently on the sofa in the hall, watching her busy dormmates place their luggage in a corner.
No one knew what she was thinking—or if she was simply zoning out.
Once the luggage was sorted, Dorm Leader Brayetta cooked a big plate of plain noodles for lunch.
Breakfast had been too rich, so now they could only have something simple.
Everyone ate quietly. Samimi didn’t utter a word the entire time.
But deep down, she actually hoped someone would scold her a little—it might ease the pain inside.
“It’s not your fault. You can only blame others for being too treacherous.
They planted a spy in your team. For you all to come back alive and whole is truly a stroke of luck,” Brayetta comforted instead of blaming.
Samimi sneered bitterly but had no words to respond.
She wanted to say she had messed up. She’d known Bemore was a spy all along.
She had thought she could control everything, but plans always lost to changes.
Others also had ridiculously strong White-haired Magicians on their side.
After finishing the big plate of noodles, everyone picked up their luggage and prepared to report to the four-person room in Warehouse Castle.
“Wolf Girl, you take our luggage first. We still have some things to get,” Samimi suddenly shoved the three of their bags onto her.
“You’ll come back, right?” Wolf Girl didn’t refuse, carrying the heavy bags with a hint of grievance in her tone.
“We will definitely come back,” Samimi said with a faint smile.
And so, the four Heretical Magicians went ahead to Warehouse Castle first.
The three from the School of Healing returned to the Moon of Darkness Hall.
They had nothing to retrieve but headed to the underground teleportation array.
“Rebecca, activate it,” Samimi said.
“Okay.” Rebecca didn’t object or ask any questions and unconditionally followed Samimi’s order.
Only Rebecca knew how to activate this Church teleportation array.
She used Healing Power to fill the runes on it in a unique sequence, successfully activating the teleportation spell.
In a flash, the three became particles of light, instantly crossing thousands of miles.
When they opened their eyes, they were back in that plain, unremarkable little warehouse.
Back home. Back to Sweet Melon Town Chapel.
They hadn’t returned for a while. Niubao rushed out of the small warehouse to check the Sweet Melon Chapel for any damage.
“This is Lady Samimi’s chapel,” Rebecca said as she wandered around, her face full of curiosity.
“Rebecca.” Samimi suddenly called her back.
“Lady Samimi?” Rebecca turned around, puzzled.
“Help me find a weapon. Preferably a blunt one, something that can knock a person down without killing them,” Samimi said expressionlessly.
“Lady Samimi?” Rebecca doubted her ears.
“The Slaying Demon Sword only slays demons, not people. I need a weapon specifically for dealing with humans. Can you get one for me?” Samimi repeated her request.
Rebecca’s expression gradually grew serious, realizing Samimi wasn’t joking.
She immediately understood the real reason for their return.
“I have a weapon at home that fits your requirements. I’ll go back to the Royal City and bring it to you,” Rebecca said.
“I’ll wait for you. Niubao, you come with her and help out,” Samimi nodded, her tone cold and resolute.