Bemore fell silent for a moment after hearing Samimi’s words.
She observed the Healing Faction Trio and noticed that Priestess Rebecca and Niubao the Nun looked at her with eyes so cold they could freeze fire there was absolutely no chance they would ever accept her again.
In contrast, Samimi’s expression remained utterly emotionless, showing seemingly little hostility toward her.
But Samimi had always been like this; Bemore simply couldn’t see through her true feelings.
She had ruined Samimi’s life and yet Samimi still greeted her with a “Good morning.”
She had betrayed Samimi a second time, yet Samimi had stormed the Flame School and rescued her.
Samimi… Chrysalis Spirit, I really, truly don’t understand what you’re thinking.
“Rebecca, heal her. Restore some of her mana.” Samimi’s tone was confident and casual, as if she thought it made her look cool.
“Huh? Why? Can’t we just gang up on her? I’d love to beat her up myself!” Rebecca complained in dissatisfaction.
“Because it has to be fair. Otherwise, why are we even fighting here? Have you forgotten we’re fighting against injustice?” Samimi replied heavily, enunciating each word.
“Alright then.” Rebecca sighed helplessly.
But I really like Lady Samimi’s straightforward personality! I like it, like it!
Then she raised her hand, rubbed it twice reluctantly, and sent a healing light orb and a mana recovery orb toward Bemore.
“Getting better and better at this,” Samimi complimented.
“Flatterer.” Rebecca relaxed and started to smile foolishly.
“Niubao, you’ve worked hard too. You all can step back now.” Samimi patted Niubao’s head and let her teammates leave first.
After everyone received the healing spells, the twin Goddess Statues retreated back into the Otherworld of the Summoning Magic Circle, and the domain could no longer be maintained.
Speaking of magic domains, at first I thought it was some top-secret trump card, but now even I have grasped its essence.
I can only say that once some high-level setting appears in these fantasy novels, similar ones sprout up like bamboo shoots after rain, instantly making it feel cheap and worthless.
And the White-haired Witch she wants to fight again someday?
Do you really think I’m a fool? Maybe next time you won’t be able to win! I’ll take advantage of your weakness and finish you off!
These white-haired heroines level up at terrifying speeds disappear for a few days and they might transform completely; gone for a month and they might have mastered some divine skill.
Moreover, Bemore sat there watching the latter half of the battle and saw right through her own tricks.
If she lets her grow and develop further, even a Reality Warper wouldn’t be able to keep her under control in their next meeting.
But next time Bemore faces Pure White Knight Fabian, Samimi is quite confident she can crush that idiot.
Because Fabian is the shield position in the Hero Party; the other three are all damage dealers.
So now it’s time to let Bemore experience the most excruciating moment of human pain.
Let’s have a last-stand battle with near-death HP; that’s the best way to see the difference in skill.
“Don’t interfere. It’s just between me and her our own grudge.” Samimi reminded everyone repeatedly as she slowly walked toward the center of the rooftop.
“…” Bemore followed silently and stood opposite her.
The sky was clear and cloudless, and a gentle breeze began to blow, stirring the hearts of the two young women one burdened by sorrow, the other filled with resolve.
“Are you ready?” Samimi asked.
“I’m ready.” Bemore responded.
But neither side made a move, both just staring at each other warily, as if waiting for the other to strike first.
“You never expected I’d awaken a magical talent, did you?” Samimi wasn’t in a hurry and looked away toward the distant stone walls, casually making conversation.
It seemed the Witch Lady had no desire to fight yet; her battle intent was lukewarm, so I’ll play with words a bit and pump up her fighting spirit.
I’m an assistant Priestess after all this kind of thing is easy to do.
“What else do you want to say?” Bemore frowned and asked.
“Haven’t you realized yet?” Samimi said, “From the very first day you came to the Moon of Darkness Hall, I knew you were a mole. You don’t really think no one noticed, do you?”
Bemore’s expression stiffened.
Though she had vaguely sensed this before, now that Samimi explicitly said it, it was hard to hide her unease.
“I purposely didn’t expose you. Not only that, I deliberately followed your plan and went all the way with it,” Samimi said, crossing her hands behind her back like a villain plotting a conspiracy, beginning to explain her scheme.
“Why?” Bemore was visibly moved; her eyes flickered and her voice trembled.
“Why? Hehe—” Samimi turned her head and looked toward the corner where the Orange Lion was hiding, smiling, “Because I know you’ll betray us, and she’ll betray you. In the end, only one person will be utterly defeated. Guess who that will be?”
“Why?” Bemore’s anger flared; her complexion darkened as battle intent rose within her.
“Because I want you to taste what it’s like to lose everything to betrayal.” Samimi spread her hands, her face twisted with wicked glee, each word dripping with hatred, though she ended with two hearty laughs.
It was truly a classic villain monologue flawless acting, guaranteed to enrage the protagonist.
Sure enough, Bemore was so furious her white hair trembled all over.
Flame particles dyed her hair red, the tips already ablaze, and smoke rose from her entire body in fury.
Her strong and powerful fingers curled in midair a finger movement signaling she was ready to summon her wand, a clear sign that her anger was building.
“Are you angry? That’s right! That’s exactly right!”
Samimi kept taunting her, feeling immense joy inside, a genuine smile spreading across her lips.
But in the eyes of the White-haired Witch, that was the height of mockery—a sinister smirk of a schemer who had succeeded, a demon cursing her own life.
Bemore had once harbored a flicker of goodwill, but now it was completely gone.
“In the end, I’m going to take away the last thing you have.” Samimi knew the moment was near, her joyful smile vanishing, replaced by a cold, murderous expression as she said icily,
“What thing?” Bemore still foolishly played along.
Her best option would have been to shut this leech’s mouth immediately then she might still have a chance of victory.
But she insisted on listening to the leech’s nonsense. Her experience dealing with tricky women was simply insufficient too young.
“What I want to steal is the magic you pride yourself on! I’m going to use my magic to destroy your magic, to extinguish your flames, to trample you underfoot. I’ll prove that before me, Samimi, you’re nothing but a mediocre mage!” Samimi shouted in explanation.
“Samimi. Feeling! You… you deserve to die!” Bemore’s suppressed rage finally exploded, her emotions collapsing like a wild beast’s roar.