Chapter 358: The Cowardly Turtle (Part 2)

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Although Samimi’s melee attacks as a pastor couldn’t hurt Fabiana much, the damage was minimal, but the humiliation was immense.

She just wanted to knock some sense into this girl.

Fabiana was struck in the face, but the pain hit her heart, and she began to remember—

“Mother…”

She remembered.

Her father was actually a civil official, not a knight.

His final words were: “Go, I’ll hold them off.”

And her mother… had no final words.

She was shot down by a hail of arrows in the chaos.

Fabiana didn’t want to recall that scene, because she clearly remembered her mother’s expression at death—eyes wide open in eternal regret.

“Even if you turned into a traitor war leader for revenge, I’d respect you as a hero! But right now, you’re just a coward hiding in a shell!”

Samimi continued to yell, jabbing her finger into Fabiana’s head.

Finally, she sparked Fabiana’s anger.

But even when angry, she couldn’t suppress Samimi’s fury.

Samimi even pressed her head into the ground.

“Think back to the old days, when I dominated the Royal City! Do you really think I wanted to rebel? It’s because they kidnapped my mother!”

“I never wanted to be some archbishop!”

“Although that cheap mother of mine later ran off on her own, you can’t possibly have parents that ridiculous, can you?”

“If your parents saw you like this now, they wouldn’t rest in peace in heaven!”

With that, she grabbed Fabiana and slammed her hard onto the ground.

“Pastor, calm down.”

Niu Bao quickly stepped in to pull her back.

Fabiana took the slap, but her face didn’t even redden—her defense was absurdly strong.

Samimi was tired from the beating, so she sat down to catch her breath.

Fabiana stood up, her eyes briefly firm, but soon softened again as she whispered:

“I don’t know what I can do… I don’t even know who planned the assassination…”

“My family and grandfather are surrounded by enemies on all sides. We can’t move at all…”

“You can move!” Samimi shouted angrily. “With such a good opportunity, you’re here digging graves?”

“This is exactly when you’re needed! If your family can’t move, you should move even more!”

Fabiana lowered her head, like a scolded puppy, silent.

Samimi found it boring instead.

An opponent who wouldn’t fight back wasn’t even fun to scold.

But as she calmed down, she realized—

Fabiana’s situation was indeed a hell opening.

A baronial family, yet possessing a top-tier knight order and the prestige of a knight king, even connecting with the royal family.

This kind of “overleveled development” was bound to draw hostility from all major powers in the Western Sea.

The enemy’s power was vast, their schemes meticulous, with multi-pronged operations.

They might even be staging the whole thing themselves—

The Marquis’s army and the rebels on the mountain might all be controlled by the same side.

Their goal was simple:

To completely destroy the honor of the Dilmurt family.

Knights value honor above all else. Once honor collapses, everything is over.

“I can’t do anything…”

Fabiana sank back into despair.

“The best solution… is for me to disappear…”

She even thought that if she didn’t show up, she wouldn’t drag her family down.

But the enemy used the “false war leader” tactic to completely seal off any chance of her turning things around.

Even if the royal family stepped in to support, they’d be tied down by “honor issues.”

“Brilliant. Truly brilliant.”

Samimi had to admit it.

This situation was indeed beyond Fabiana’s ability to handle.

“How did you become a nun?”

“Everyone in the church ran away, so I snuck in, put on a nun’s habit, hid my identity here, and investigated who was impersonating me.”

“At least you’ve got some brains.” Samimi snorted coldly.

“But it’s useless…”

“A large number of half-beast elites have gathered on the mountain, along with vicious knights from all over. The rebel army is very strong.”

“If they’re that strong, why are they still playing bandits on a mountain?” Samimi frowned. “Doesn’t that clearly scream trouble?”

“If they really had that power, they would have swept through the nobility long ago.”

“They’re likely in cahoots, putting on a show.”

“A self-directed act?” Fabiana was shocked.

Samimi laid out her theory.

After listening, Fabiana froze completely.

“So… targeting us are the Three Great Lords of the West Sea?”

“Then we’re doomed…”

She broke down again.

“Still crying?”

Samimi grabbed a stool and threw it at her.

The stool shattered, but she was unharmed.

She kept crying.

The scene was just too jarring.

“The enemy is too strong…”

“Strong?” Samimi sneered. “Can they be stronger than the Church?”

“I’ll help you.”

“Pull yourself together!”

Hearing that, Fabiana actually stopped crying.

Samimi started to wonder if she was faking it.

But she’d already said the words, so she had to follow through.

Besides, the knight king and the Giant Whale Knights had shown her kindness; there was no way she could stand by.

As for Fabiana—

Just a convenient rescue.

“I’m tired. I’m going to rest. We’ll talk tomorrow.”

Samimi got up to leave, but not without turning back to scold:

“Think it over carefully. This is your revenge, not mine!”

She returned to her room and began meditation.

But all night long, she was thinking of countermeasures.

None of the plans were reliable.

Finally—

She reached an extreme conclusion:

Since every noble in the Western Sea was targeting them—

Just kill them all.

“Simple and crude, but effective.”

The next morning.

Niu Bao entered the room, holding the Demon Broken Sword.

“Pastor, this sword’s kill count is maxed out.”

“Maxed out?”

“Yeah, but nothing changed.”

Samimi was stunned.

“Take out the other knives.”

Niu Bao complied, laying out seven Demon Knives on the bed.

After studying them carefully, Samimi concluded—

Each knife needed independent kills to unlock.

“Another hint came.”

Niu Bao said.

“This one needs two hundred kills.”

Samimi was speechless.

“Is there class discrimination? Why can only you see the hints?”

She angrily tossed the knives back onto the bed.

But Niu Bao cheerfully played with the weapons.

“So we need to kill another seven hundred?”

“Then let’s farm the rebel army.”

Just then—

“Samimi! Niu Bao!”

Fabiana suddenly burst through the door.

Her eyes had completely changed.

No longer lost, but firm.

She had clearly come to terms with it.

“Please call me Niu Bao.”

“Sorry.”

“Follow me. I have something to show you.”

The three of them went to the cemetery next to the church.

Suddenly—

The air turned cold.

White mist rose.

The ground began to tremble.

Skeletons crawled out from the graves.

They burned with cold ghostfire, exuding an aura of death.

“…What the hell is this?”

Even Samimi was stunned.

“Pastor, what are you saying?”

“Nothing.”

She looked at Fabiana, her tone even softening:

“Did you do this?”

“I… I don’t know what kind of power this is…”

Fabiana stammered.

“No wonder the rumors say you’re studying necromancy…”

Samimi was at a loss for words.

The Pure White Knight—

Was she about to reclass into a death knight?