Otherwise, Samimi, how could you—a mere Supervisory Elf—be able to run amok all over the rescue field, gathering firsthand data and intelligence? You must have a powerful backer behind you.
“You’re overthinking it. You’re only able to do this because of Nili’s help. Why don’t you ever doubt White Si’s allies?” Qi Qi said, obviously unused to lying, her words stumbling as she tried to cover up.
This Qi Qi looked like a naive, honest good elf, but her scheming and political acumen were on par with my own, perhaps even surpassing me. I never had so many tricks up my sleeve, not even the Riceworm could out-scheme her.
But at heart, she truly means well, so it’s impossible to really be angry with her.
Samimi accepted the Heiquan Invitation, glanced at it left and right, and asked, “Where do I go to sign up?”
“I’ll take your registration here. Welcome to our big family.” Qi Qi took the invitation from Samimi’s hand and gave her a nod.
Samimi was stunned for a moment, realizing she had been tricked. She pointed her little finger at Qi Qi in protest, “So you really are a member of the Holy Word Society! No wonder you have such authority and so much information!”
“Don’t mind the details. There’s still one last step before you can officially join the Holy Word Society.” Qi Qi gently pushed away Samimi’s finger.
“Never thought all my years of good reputation would end up falling for your trick.” Samimi could only admit defeat.
But actually, it was a good thing. Having someone from the White Robed Priest group inside the organization, with a reliable person to lead the way, was actually rather comforting.
Still, how could this Black Elf outmaneuver me? Even the adorable Riceworm got caught? Are you even human?
“I’ll take you to the exam next. With your strength, passing should be a breeze. Once you’ve passed, I’ll arrange for you to join the ceremonial escort team.” Qi Qi said.
“If you’re arranging it, I’m a little uneasy, but you wouldn’t harm me.” Samimi nodded in agreement.
“I’ll be going now.” Qi Qi stood up and left. This time, she really was gone—quick and light as the wind.
Samimi could only smile helplessly, a little exasperated. Qi Qi was always so calm, but always stayed a step ahead.
No choice, I’m a ten-year veteran gamer; if I can’t adapt, I won’t survive.
From now on, Samimi could finally relax and enjoy the days. All she had to do was wait for Qi Qi to come find her again.
Her undercover work had basically been outsourced—she’d never had it so easy.
Every day, she’d attend classes in the morning, and after class, she’d be the first to rush to eat, then nap, go for a walk—life was incredibly pleasant.
A few days later, just as Qi Qi had mentioned, the Selection Pageant was held on schedule.
All priest apprentices who were confident in their appearance and talent could sign up to participate.
These few days were the busiest in recent times; all the priest apprentices in the Sheep Cleric Symposium were making preparations. Most of them would participate, then go through fierce rounds of selection to make it into the finals.
So what was Samimi doing? She was the only one in the school who didn’t sign up for the Selection Pageant.
Both the old nun homeroom teacher and the Feizu Lady Tutor had approached her many times, persuading her kindly to join in. But Samimi always refused, saying she was a new transfer and didn’t want to steal anyone’s limelight or honor.
Her words were dripping with the traditional Samimi humility, leaving the tutors speechless.
Because, in essence, it was just a façade of gentle righteousness—everyone knew there wasn’t a shred of sincerity, but the words sounded so right that you couldn’t criticize her.
The Selection Pageant was the perfect opportunity for the White Robed Priests to stand out; no one would willingly pass it up, unless they truly didn’t want to graduate.
Indeed, Samimi had never worried about graduating. She’d already found a new organization and a new path, no need to linger here with these little Sheep Cannons fishing in a turtle’s den.
So she went off to the Convenience Shrine, bought a mountain of snacks, and every day strolled around with bags large and small, ready to watch the show.
Everyone else was frantically preparing performances, working out, raising money for new clothes—the stress was enormous.
“Fine, I’ll just be the audience,” Samimi thought.
She alone was carefree, living her days in high spirits, an obvious outlier that everyone couldn’t help but notice.
It was like everyone else was scrambling to finish homework, and she was the only one on vacation—truly enviable. At the same time, everyone’s hearts began to shift ever so slightly.
Because Samimi was especially laid-back, yet it was clear to everyone that her smile was genuine—truly happy.
Of course! Wouldn’t Samimi be happy?
The White Robed Priests’ performances weren’t just singing and dancing, but adorable priest girls rehearsing on stage every day—how could she not be happy?
This was another world, with no phones, no internet, limited entertainment. Being able to watch beautiful girls sing and dance was already the highest form of entertainment.
And here, there were no artificial beauties or tacky fast-food internet stars—every single one was a pure, natural beauty. Absolutely delightful.
So many great performances—this had to be the reward for all her hardships sneaking into the church, right?
Soon, the Selection Pageant’s preliminary rounds officially began.
Samimi bought even more snacks, taking her spot in the front row every day, watching the nosebleed-inducing, sensual performances.
But the other spectators didn’t share her relaxed mood. Except for her, most of the audience in the preliminaries were actually contestants themselves, watching with the mindset of rivals sizing up strong opponents.
Everyone’s expressions were tense. If you cheered too much for a beautiful girl, you might get mistaken for a pervert.
At the same time, Samimi secretly rejoiced she wasn’t the one on stage. Even the Riceworm wanted to sing and dance, but that didn’t fit her White Robed Priest persona. Unless it was absolutely necessary, she wouldn’t sing or dance in front of a crowd.
And, for the sake of showcasing their figures, the priest girls’ outfits were getting more and more daring. Samimi felt this would eventually become a bikini contest.
Watching all this, Samimi started to feel increasingly uneasy.
She actually preferred seeing the priest girls properly dressed in uniforms and long socks—not these provocative outfits.
“I’ve seen enough of the preliminaries. Hope I can make it back in time for the finals,”
Samimi finished her last piece of candy, brushed off her hands, stood up, and watched as her classmate—the twin-tailed priest girl who always bullied her—was singing and dancing on stage.
Acting like a teacher, Samimi gave a little wave, as if to bless her with some good luck, then turned and left the audience area.
She’d spotted Qi Qi sitting in a distant corner, giving her a subtle signal before leaving—cool and professional as ever.
Samimi left as well, searching outside for where Qi Qi had gone, but after circling around, she still had no idea where she’d gone.
“Over here!” Qi Qi suddenly appeared by a small grove near the stage, waving at Samimi.
“Do we really have to talk in a place like this?” Samimi asked, a little suspicious, as she walked over.