“Kingdom Patrol Knights?” Samimi asked with suspicion.
“They are the Kingdom’s internal knights responsible for enforcing local knightly discipline. They outrank all other Kingdom knights within the borders. Everyone avoids them when they appear. If they come, everything is over. If you dare resist, you’re not just fighting a mere minor baron—you’re defying Royal Power, which is treason.” The Earl’s Lady introduced them as if reciting a tongue twister, her voice trembling slightly.
The so-called Patrol Knights were actually quite similar in function to the Whip of the Faction role the Earl’s Lady held during the Three Princes’ Whip Ceremony: maintaining internal order and striking hard against external enemies.
“So, the nobles… the local minor nobles really are a bunch of troublesome little pythons,” Samimi muttered, then suddenly corrected herself.
After all, her own mother was a Great Noble, and she herself was a noble too.
“Daughter, this kind of thing happens when you grow big and strong. Even if you haven’t offended anyone, others will still envy your success,” the Earl’s Lady said coldly. “You can’t just sit and wait to be defeated; you must take the initiative and nip all troubles in the bud.”
“Alright, I’ll follow your advice. Tonight, Niubao and I will take care of that baron and eliminate him before he reports to the Royal City,” Samimi said, ready to take action and prevent future problems.
“Wait, wait, that’s not what I meant,” the Earl’s Lady quickly stopped her. “I have a better plan.”
“What plan?” Samimi asked suspiciously.
“Of course, I know you want people to see that you rose from nothing, but rising is easy; maintaining your position is hard. Even if you started from scratch, you need a backer to hold your ground,” the Earl’s Lady explained with a slight smile. “That’s just how the rules work. It’s not something you can simply ignore. Violence isn’t everything—social etiquette and human relationships matter more. Leave this to me.”
“Alright. Thank you, Earl’s Lady,” Samimi agreed without much thought.
She hadn’t really disliked this Cheap Mom. Nobility or not wasn’t the real issue—she only disliked people who made her lose face.
But now, this Cheap Mom wasn’t causing trouble and was even thoughtfully helping her, delivering messages and Skill books.
I, Samimi, am not some ruthless villain.
I, Samimi, have flexible moral standards.
“So, what should we do next? Are you going back to the Royal City to get some documents? I can have Niubao escort you,” Samimi asked.
“No need. Just wait for that baron and the Kingdom Patrol Knights to come,” the Earl’s Lady smiled.
“But didn’t you say everything would be over once the Kingdom Patrol Knights arrive?” Samimi scratched her head, full of doubt.
“Have you forgotten who your mother is?” the Earl’s Lady said confidently.
“So after all that talk, we don’t have to do anything?” Samimi asked sharply. “You’re not just trying to stay here a few more days, are you?”
The Earl’s Lady stayed comfortably with her daughter in the Sweet Melon Chapel for several days.
She said she was here sightseeing, but she didn’t go anywhere else. She basically spent all day wandering inside the chapel, mostly observing her daughter in secret.
The more she observed, the more anxious she became, but at the same time, she was so happy she felt like flying.
Because her daughter had turned into a truly good person.
Samimi’s free days were disciplined: she made potions during the day, studied magic at night, and rested or meditated when tired—often lazing in bed until noon.
For a mother, the happiest moment was exactly this.
Seeing her once troublesome daughter become a diligent, studious, and hardworking good girl moved her to tears.
Samimi had been busy since returning from the Continental Magic Academy, and now she finally had some real free time.
“Looks like farming isn’t so easy after all, more like deadly exhausting. No wonder everyone loves watching farming… because it’s not you doing it! Of course, you enjoy watching others suffer!”
After rushing to meet deadlines before, she could now calm down and study the two legendary orange Skill books she had obtained!
Of course, Skill books helped her grasp things quickly, but it was best to find the right relaxed moment—this way the mastery of the Skill would be higher.
Samimi hadn’t studied deeply before; she just glanced at the Skill names to finish them quickly and get the benefits.
Otherwise, if she was interrupted halfway, her appetite would be ruined and she wouldn’t want to work anymore.
“Hoo~ hoo hoo~”
So, Samimi chose a quiet, peaceful night, accompanied by Niubao’s steady snoring, and opened that legendary Skill book again.
Legendary universal Skill: 【Magic upon Magic】.
This was the orange Skill book given to her by Dean Aoli of the Continental Magic Academy—a prestigious gift.
Since it was a universal Skill, it seemed Dean Aoli really understood her well; other faction-specific Skills were off-limits.
Actually, there was one more detail: the reason Dean Aoli was willing to help the Heretical Magician Four Sisters was likely because the dean herself was a Heretical Magician.
Of course, this was just Samimi’s guess.
She didn’t even know what kind of innate talent an old lady who could casually perform spatial teleportation had.
Zou Yi.
Samimi took a deep breath and quickly entered study mode, flipping page by page while taking notes.
After several hours of hard work, her mind felt like it was going to melt.
At the same time, the Skill book transformed itself into ash, signaling that she had successfully comprehended it.
Samimi turned and climbed into bed, entering a deeply focused meditative state. This state wasn’t rest; it consumed even more mental energy.
“Magic upon Magic! Mana Enchantment!”
She muttered to herself, consolidating the formula she had just learned. Learning didn’t mean mastery; she needed to figure out more details.
“What kind of ridiculous spell is this? How can such magic exist?”
“Junchang, you’re scheming against me!”
“Huh? No? Yes? No, no! Maybe yes? Really yes or no?”
Samimi practiced magic as if possessed, grinding her teeth and talking to herself.
It seemed this spell had some serious problems.
For now, the only thing she could deduce from her fragmented muttering was that it was an Enchantment spell.
After all, an Heretical Magician studying legendary universal Skills was eighty percent about Enchantment spells.
Enchantment spells were indeed trash magic for most magicians; no wonder the dean was so generous to give it to her directly.
The next day at noon, Samimi was still lazing in bed, refusing to get up even when Niubao prodded her.
“Daughter, what’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell? Should I get you some medicine?” The Earl’s Lady fretted like a hot coal ant.
“I’m a Divine Official. I’m a medicine seller too,” Samimi finally woke from the nagging and was forced out of bed to grumble.
“Daughter, are you alright? Why won’t you get up?” the Earl’s Lady asked worriedly.
“So annoying,” Samimi sighed, her scalp tingling from Cheap Mom’s fussing. “I’m fine. I’m just cultivating magic.”
“Aren’t you a Divine Official? Why can you cultivate magic?” the Earl’s Lady kept asking.
Samimi really wanted to punch her but held back—she couldn’t be an unfilial daughter.
“Didn’t Saintess Makima ever tell you what she did? Or what she made me do?” Samimi asked.
“No,” the Earl’s Lady answered.
“She told you nothing and just had you deliver the Skill books to me? Didn’t you suspect anything?” Samimi questioned sharply.
“Everyone has their secrets. You can’t ask so many questions every day,” the Earl’s Lady suddenly put on a serious face. “In the Royal City, people who pry too much don’t get by.”
“You sure are carefree. Aren’t you afraid they’ll harm you? This looks like a trap from every angle,” Samimi scoffed.
“Saintess Makima is your sister’s mentor and your superior. You two are the Church’s rising stars. How could Saintess Makima harm me?” the Earl’s Lady retorted.