The Blood Nobles and the entire family in the Noble Castle and Manor on the land of Fupu Xishu had already left.
The Temporary Barracks had been dismantled. The Cathedral’s swampland and the Kingdom Knights responsible for the Sealed Zone were all given rewards, and the Adventurers also received their prizes and rewards.
With the Crisis Resolution, the entire local noble family and their Servants could finally return home.
The Vice Wood of the Land Offering and the Crimson Court also came to an end here.
All twenty-five members of the Vanguard Team survived—truly the Perfect Ending.
Most importantly, Samimi obtained a legendary Demon Magic Book.
But Miworm, clearly a dark, miserable, and down-on-his-luck novelist, still managed to write a perfect ending where everyone survived. What a joke.
Yet, this was only the beginning.
Because all the nerves and tension had been bunched together, then suddenly burst forth.
It took four days to clear the dungeon, then a full fourteen days of rest.
Samimi and Ten Treasures were warmly entertained with Local Relief, feasting on dozens of banquets in the City, enjoying several more days of travel, before finally returning to the Royal City along with the others from the Heretical Tribunal Bureau.
The Adjudication Knights were also quite generous—every day, they enjoyed fine meals and great feasts. Samimi and Niubao just followed them, eating and staying for free every single day.
However, the pace of the team was slow, because the leader of the team had an accident.
So Samimi’s main role in the Defense Team Original Group was to help treat the Chief of the Heretical Tribunal Bureau.
“Meici Wenlin, we’re not taking advantage here, we still need to be paid,” she said.
Usually, with nothing else to do, Samimi and Ten Treasures would drag Liu Yijielin along for walks.
“I’ve told you many times—everything you see in the Illusion is fake. Why don’t you tell me what you saw in the Illusion?” Samimi never expected that one day she’d be helping someone else with psychotherapy.
Not only was she a support Saint, a healer Priestess, a Mage, and a sword fighter—now she even had to be a Psychotherapist. Truly, the Omni-King!
However, Chief Meishan Yaolin always said nothing. She followed obediently, going out for walks together, but after returning, she turned into a silent block, unable to say even half a word.
No matter how Samimi questioned her, she wouldn’t say what she saw in the Illusion. It must have been something extremely embarrassing.
“Chief, I’m a Saint, a Priestess, and a Psychotherapist. I have a duty to keep my patients’ secrets. No matter what you say, I won’t tell anyone else,” Samimi suddenly thought of an analogy.
“My mind?” Meiying Wenlin didn’t quite believe her, but finally spoke her first sentence—it all boiled down to saving face.
“We’ve fought side by side, we’re comrades who’ve been through life and death together. If you can’t trust me, who else can you trust? What can’t we talk about?” Samimi smiled gently.
“I was scolded by everyone. All the staff of the Relief Society said I’m unworthy of my position, a piece of rotten mud that can’t stick to the wall, utterly unqualified for such a high post. They all said I only got promoted because of backdoor connections, that’s how I became the Chief,” Nanke Jielin’s voice was hoarse.
After hearing this, Samimi didn’t feel even a ripple inside.
Because it was just too ordinary and too predictable, so superficial that even she didn’t expect it. She’d thought there’d be some huge surprise.
And honestly, this time she had to stand on the side of the Queen of the Blood-Sucking Ghosts. The Illusion she created was not wrong at all. You really are a puppet Chief who only climbed to the top by backdoor means—nobody was lying.
But it wouldn’t be fair to say Chief Meige Ai Lin had no ability at all. With her looks, she was on the same level as the once-in-a-century Miracle Healer Priestess Rebecca, a rare beauty.
Unlike Meici Yaolin, Priestess Rebecca’s trouble was the opposite: the latter was extremely capable but couldn’t find a path upward, while the former had climbed the Summit only to find her abilities couldn’t match her position.
“Why aren’t you saying anything? Do you think the same?” Meirui Yaolin saw that Samimi was silent for a long time and got even more anxious.
“Do you remember who scolded you the hardest?” Samimi asked.
“My brother? That was in the Illusion…” Meishan Yaolin was a bit confused.
“That’s right. The ones who scolded you in the Illusion were all projections. How can you take the words of fakes and apply them to real people? That’s unfair to everyone,” Samimi said.
“In the Illusion, the person who scolded me most was you. What do you think of me?” Meige Wenlin lowered her head and muttered, suddenly becoming timid.
“Did I tell the truth?” Samimi asked.
“I…” Meishan Wenlin was speechless for a moment.
“I think the criticism was right. I am just like rotten mud that can’t stick to a wall. But, why are you suddenly so harsh with me?” Samimi suddenly changed her tone and went straight to the point.
“That’s because I got punched flying by Niubao! The Chief told me not to be arrogant, so I stopped being arrogant! Now you say don’t be cowardly—am I supposed to be tough or soft? I really don’t know what to do!” Nanke Jielin was quite aggrieved and on the verge of tears.
Huh? When Samimi heard this, she felt something wasn’t quite right. Maybe she’d said the wrong thing.
She didn’t expect that even her wise advice could backfire.
The more she tried to heal others, the more she ended up getting them stuck. If this continued, Chief Meiyi Yaolin was going to turn into the next Sorrowful Melody.
No, she had to find a way.
“Being rotten mud that can’t stick to the wall isn’t all that bad. There are lots of people who are unworthy of their positions, especially in our Cathedral. Look at me—aren’t I pretty capable? But I’m just a humble scribe at the bottom of the Church. But, the fact that you’re troubled by this shows you still have hope, and that’s worth praising,” Samimi said seriously, drawing on her own experiences to comfort her.
“Still have hope?” Meigan Wenlin was still a bit lost.
“That means you’re a good person. You still have a conscience, you still remember the teachings of the gods. At first, you were swept away by the rotten atmosphere of the Cathedral, so you came to us for help. But later, you began to reflect and feel regret. You think your abilities aren’t enough, because deep down you still want to be a Saint who serves the people,” Samimi said encouragingly.
The light in Meitei Ai Lin’s eyes flickered.
“I’ll probably spend my whole life as a Saint fighting demons for the people, and die a silent death in the jaws of evil. But you’re different—you’re better than me. You can go to the root of corruption and pull out the entire rotten Church like a poisonous tumor. I hope one day you’ll die fighting against evil,” Samimi launched into a passionate speech about justice.
“Can I really do that?” Nan Jian Jielin whispered, “But I don’t understand anything, and nobody obeys me. They all listen to you. I can’t do anything.”
“Why are you being so slow? If you think they listen to me and not to you, just bring me along! I’ll do all the talking for you!” Samimi pretended to be generous, starting to cheer her up.