In the past, I was always the one teasing beautiful girls, never expecting that one day I would also be teased back so thoroughly, what a fate!
“Your Nun of Atonement eye band is gone, so it must be that the Saintess forgave you. From now on, just do your duties well. Don’t disappoint the Saintess and the Earl’s Lady,” Chun Fa Ying kept persuading and nagging.
But I can’t really blame her; seeing that Samimi didn’t have the Nun of Atonement band around her neck, anyone would think of that possibility.
But honestly, that’s completely wrong!
To Samimi, it sounded slippery and funny, making her want to laugh, but she couldn’t show it yet.
Her little sister’s character and abilities were all designed to be top-tier main character treatment, but as for herself, at best, she was only a third-rate supporting female character.
In the original story, Saint Blade Walker Sashafa didn’t even need orders to act—she was the Holy See’s executioner, a ruthless killer of the second rank of undead.
Whenever Sashafa appeared, it meant rivers of blood; men, women, old and young, none were spared—no survivors left. The secrecy of the Holy See was forever buried in the darkness.
Yet everyone adored this kind of character—the cold, ruthless black-clad girl, so popular, so loved.
Even though she didn’t appear much, the popularity of the Saint Blade Walker was always high.
So Samimi really couldn’t understand: why had the originally cool and aloof Saint Blade Walker, who barely had any lines in the story, turned into this comically sycophantic figure? Had she been defeated by herself too?
“You should try hard, and strive to earn the Earl’s Lady’s forgiveness as soon as possible.” Sashafa’s tone was earnest, not knowing that Samimi had already long since been forgiven by the Earl’s Lady.
“Can you be quiet? I can’t even hear the Archbishop’s speech,” Samimi scolded softly.
The distinguished guests’ welcoming segment was over; next was the important session where the two Hongyi Grand Archbishops would deliver their speeches.
Royal City People’s Square gradually quieted down. Everyone stopped chatting and pricked up their ears, preparing to listen attentively, because the Holy See’s speech would surely influence the city’s direction for decades to come.
“Welcome, everyone. I am Cardinal Archbishop Tairus Kuli.”
The chubby archbishop stepped up to the stage, his voice amplified by magic for the entire Royal City to hear—even those hundreds of meters away could catch every word.
Behind him stood the grand, icy Cathedral, with a Frost Magician in a long, pale blue robe and ceremonial cap standing there, channeling mana to reinforce the magic.
The scene was strikingly imposing—two Hongyi Grand Archbishops exuding all the solemn authority of the Holy See.
“Welcome… Today we… this, this, this… that, that, that…”
Archbishop Tairus began with a series of utterly meaningless polite remarks.
Praising mothers among mothers, howling among wolves—there’s no need to elaborate; anyway, it was a speech full of more than eight hundred words of bureaucratic platitudes.
Everyone felt their scalp go numb from listening, except Samimi, who found it unexpectedly entertaining. She herself felt much more relaxed after being comforted by Fa Ying.
After all, now there were thousands of people listening alongside her to this endlessly long-winded archbishop.
No one’s heart is truly steadfast when the crowd is restless; a malicious heart is less effective than the will of the many.
However, none of these empty words revealed their true intentions. If this was the extent of their malice, Mei Beijie Lin could return to the Royal City in broad daylight to claim the papal seat under our protection—what could they possibly do to us?
When Tairus finally finished his empty talk, it was the turn of his companion—the square-jawed, burly archbishop—to take the stage for the second round of speeches.
“I have an alarming announcement to make,” the burly archbishop began, not bothering with self-introductions and getting straight to the point.
Samimi immediately saw that this man was the real power among the two cardinal archbishops.
This man, built like a human shield, was truly the one in charge.
He didn’t even care to introduce himself. No one among the clergy knew anything about him except that he was a grand archbishop—and that was enough. That’s the truly terrifying type.
“It concerns the papal successor,” the burly archbishop continued.
It’s finally here! Samimi perked up her ears, ready to listen.
“Not long ago, the designated successor to the papacy, the pope’s granddaughter, Mei Beijie Lin Federici, went to investigate a certain divine Dungeon. After analyzing the events, it was determined to be a Wushan Ghost Dungeon powered by a Blood Mage.”
At these words, a wave of shock swept through the crowd—like a bomb going off among the masses. The entire Royal City, from nobles to commoners, was stunned.
Blood Clan, Wushan Ghosts—these were already taboo topics, long buried and forgotten among the populace. Now, legends were stirring to life once more.
This one sentence rendered decades of the Holy See’s information suppression useless, yet now they announced it openly—why go through so much trouble to keep it secret before?
Don’t ask—whatever the boss says goes.
The boss never cares about your past achievements, only whether you’re useful right now and in the future.
“The pope’s granddaughter led twenty-four members into the forbidden Blood Clan Dungeon. Four days later, they successfully conquered and sealed the Blood Clan Dungeon—twenty-five team members, all survived,” the burly archbishop declared.
Hearing this, everyone let out a sigh of relief. The fact that the Bloodspawn Dungeon had been sealed made everyone happy.
This only boosted Mei Beijie Lin’s reputation among the people—what exactly was their aim here?
“But this affair is riddled with suspicious points. If you study it closely, there are illogical details everywhere. Of all the Dungeons explored by humanity—hundreds, even thousands—never has there been a single squad able to clear one without a scratch. All twenty-five of them survived, not even injured, only a few slightly lost their way. That’s nothing short of a miracle! Is this reasonable?” the burly archbishop continued.
His following words caused the smile on Samimi’s face to fade.
The perfect outcome she had worked so hard to achieve was being questioned by others?
And this was the kind of idiotic suspicion that comes purely from baseless speculation.
Not a shred of evidence, just you using your little head to jump to conclusions and make a judgment?
This kind of thing often happened back in my internet era, people doubting everything online, all kinds of so-called “solid evidence,” some true, some fake.
But there really were quite a few troublemakers with nothing better to do, and some rumors were spread deliberately to slander people, using so-called circumstantial evidence to tarnish someone’s reputation.
“We have received the latest intelligence: that Dungeon was actually the lair of one of the Wushan Ghost progenitors—the [Female Vampire Queen]! Those twenty-five people must have already been tainted by the Blood of the Night. They are Bloodspawn deliberately released for the revival of the Blood Clan.”
The burly archbishop spoke more and more fervently, fists clenched, gnashing his teeth, slamming his fist on the podium with righteous fury. His speech was thunderous and passionate.
Below, the audience became restless, exchanging anxious glances and discussing in hushed, fearful tones.
But when a people is terrified, that is when the Holy See’s radiance shines the brightest.
Because when people are afraid, they need faith to rely on.
But this kind of artificially manufactured chaos…
“Unforgivable.”
Samimi’s fists were already clenched so tightly her knuckles turned white—this time, there was no way she could relax.
“Therefore, we have reason to suspect that the pope’s granddaughter, Mei Beijie Lin, has already been corrupted by the Female Vampire Queen, and has become a Bloodspawn of the Wushan Ghosts,” the burly archbishop declared coldly.
“But everyone need not be afraid. The Holy See has already issued an order: all forces will be mobilized to hunt down all Bloodspawn that escaped from the Dungeon,” Tairus, the cardinal archbishop, stepped up anxiously to elaborate.
“We will now announce the names of those wanted. If you encounter any suspicious persons, please immediately report them to the Holy See.”
“Heretical Inquisition Bureau Chief, pope’s granddaughter, Mei Beijie Lin Federici.”
“Heretical Tribunal Bureau Chief Knight, Daiwei Ge Leihuan.”
“Heretical Inquisition Bureau Knight, Frank Pitt.”
“Heretical Inquisition Bureau Knight, Philip Bott.”
“Holy See Ghost Knight Commander, Florence Eden.”
“Holy See Ghost Knight, Carl Answern.”
“Holy See Ghost Knight, Qiqi—no surname.”
“Jingxiao Kingdom Knight Commander, Fortitz.”
“Jingxiao Kingdom Knight, Calvin Pingley.”
“S-Rank Adventurer, codename Azure Moon Rampaging Dragon, and his two disciples.”
“S-Rank Adventurer, Nanbang—no surname.”
“Nun of Atonement, Mi Xun Xianlong Feiling.”
“Sin Nun, Samimi Feicha.”
The two of them took turns, one after another, reading out the names of all twenty-four members of the original party.
The two Hongyi Grand Archbishops were smart enough to leave out one of the most dangerous key figures, not mentioning her directly.
However, when the last name was announced, Sashafa beside Samimi was shocked, her brow furrowing as she looked at her sister.
But Sashafa couldn’t see Samimi’s expression—only a deep, impenetrable blackness.
“Our Holy See promises we will hunt down and exterminate them all! We will never let the flames of the Blood Clan spread further!” the burly archbishop thundered.
“Seventy years ago, we sealed the Immortal King! Today, we will seal the Female Vampire Queen as well!” Tairus, the cardinal archbishop, spread his arms wide, shouting loudly.
Their words whipped the funeral procession speech into a frenzy!
Whether clergy, nobles, or commoners, everyone erupted into shouts and cheers, swept up in this peak moment of humanity.
“We declare war on the Blood Clan! Not a single one will remain!” The burly archbishop jabbed a finger at the sky, shouting with righteous fury.
But as soon as the two Hongyi Grand Archbishops finished speaking, they leapt down and instantly conjured a deep red magic circle.
“Brother!” Tairus, the cardinal archbishop, looked up, and in an instant, all the laughter and applause turned to shock.
“Lin Long!” An eerie twin goddess statue shot up out of nowhere, erupting from the ground.
Two sharp protrusions shot straight at the two Hongyi Grand Archbishops’ crotches and hips, launching them high into the air.
“Ugh!” “Gah!”
The two of them hung there, wailing mid-air, then slammed down heavily, heads cracked and bleeding, a pitiful and ugly sight.
The tens of thousands in Royal City were stunned by the scene.
Afterward, a girl in battle attire slowly strode onto the square’s podium, walking up to the overwhelmingly intimidating twin goddess statue. She swept a cold gaze over all the foolish mortals below.
“What is going on?!”
“Who are you?!”
“Is this your doing?!”
In the next instant, dozens of Holy Knights and Grand Holy See knights rushed to the stage, surrounding the unexpected guest.