Chapter 13 : Surveillance by the Pure White Knight (Part 2)

Let’s talk a bit about [Pure White Knight] Fabiana Dilmutt.

She’s the granddaughter of the Knight King, the shield of the Hero’s Party, and in the early plot, she’s a sharp-tongued, prideful noble girl and a pay-to-win knight. She has short, shoulder-length hair—pale white with a tinge of soft cream—and while she is undeniably pretty, her combat abilities leave much to be desired.

However, in the later stages of the story, after enduring battle after grueling battle, she undergoes the greatest transformation in the whole novel and becomes one of the strongest pillars of humanity.

First, she inherits her grandfather’s will to become the [White Knight King].

Then, she becomes the [War Marshal of the Kingdom], wielding more power than the king himself.

Finally, she rises to the title of [Grand Marshal of the Continent], mediating and suppressing conflicts between nations single-handedly, uniting all human kingdoms into a single army to launch a counterattack on the Abyss.

But right now, at this moment, Fabiana is still just an annoying, arrogant tsundere brat who has undoubtedly come to cause trouble.

“What do you want now? What more do you people want from me? Haven’t you taken enough?”
Samimi stared at Fabiana and pulled Niubao behind her, questioning repeatedly.

Those main heroines were still haunting her like ghosts—was she truly destined to end up a zombie in the end?

But this time, Samimi was overthinking things.

Fabiana had only worn her winged knight’s helmet because she didn’t have the face to confront Samimi directly. She wanted to cover up her awkward expression.

“What’s that on your face?” Fabiana was shocked to see the black cloth covering Samimi’s eyes.

“Isn’t it obvious? Any random passerby could guess. Thanks to all of you, I’ve lost everything. I’ve left the capital, and I’m serving penance here. Why won’t you leave me alone? Do you hate me that much?” Samimi replied.

“I…”
Now it was Fabiana’s turn to fall silent.

It had been too dark last night for them to notice the blindfold Samimi wore as a sign of a sinner.

The Hero’s Party had always prided itself on never allowing any stains on their records—yet here Samimi was, wearing a literal stain on her face.

But wasn’t this exactly what they had wanted? Shouldn’t she be proud of this outcome?
So why did she feel… guilty?

No! You can’t feel guilty toward someone like her! Stay firm!

Believing Samimi could become a good person was as absurd as believing she was the reincarnation of a goddess.

“I’m here to monitor you, to make sure you don’t do anything behind the scenes to harm the Hero’s Party,” Fabiana declared coldly, though her heart was wavering.

The Hero had actually asked her to persuade Samimi to rejoin them—but how was she supposed to say that out loud? So she made something up to save face and stuck around.

“Monitor me? Wow, you’re really free, huh?” Samimi let out a breath of relief. So she wasn’t here to kill her.

“I’ll be watching you until the Hero returns from delivering the dragon corpse. Don’t run your mouth,” Fabiana said, voice still icy.

“Do whatever you want. My conscience is clear.” Samimi shrugged, turning around with Niubao in tow.

“Hey! Open the door for me!” Fabiana shouted.

“Don’t you have money for an inn?” Samimi shot back.

“How do we know you’re not in there conducting some dark ritual? Do you really expect us to believe you’ve truly repented? You must be scheming something terrifying to get revenge on us!” Fabiana accused.

“To impose guilt where there is none… you’re really something.” Samimi sighed poetically.

“What does that mean?” Fabiana was confused.

“It means, if you want to frame me, you’ll always find a way. I have nothing more to say.” Samimi snorted.

“If there’s nothing to hide, why be afraid?” Fabiana sneered.

With no choice, Samimi opened the gate to Sweet Melon Chapel, letting this annoying pest barge into her peaceful little home.

Once inside, Fabiana instantly acted like she owned the place. She wandered around freely, searching for any trace of Samimi conducting dark rituals.

She was desperate—desperate to prove Samimi was still the same evil woman, so she could relieve her own guilt.

But in the end… she found nothing.

It was just a humble rural chapel, with two small stone houses and a couple of storage sheds in the back.

“Miss Nun, who is she?” Niubao asked timidly, holding onto Samimi’s hand.

“She’s an old teammate with a terrible attitude. Niubao, don’t talk to her. Let’s just ignore her and eat breakfast,” Samimi replied.

After Fabiana had finished scouring the place, she found Samimi and Niubao sitting outside in the courtyard, calmly enjoying a simple breakfast of fried eggs, sausages, and bacon.

Of course, there was no portion for Fabiana.

“Where’d you snatch this half-beast from?” Fabiana slammed her hands on the table and demanded coldly.

“I rescued her. She had nowhere to go, so she’s staying here,” Samimi answered.

“Rescued? You, rescue someone?” Fabiana looked utterly skeptical.

“I’m a cleric. Of course I save people.” Samimi said matter-of-factly.

“Hah. You really do know how to put on a show. If I didn’t know your true nature, I might actually believe you. Unfortunately, I’m your former teammate—I know exactly what kind of person you are.”

“Oh.” Samimi was too tired to argue.

“I’ll never forget the disgusting things you did to me,” Fabiana threatened coldly.

“Fine, I’m sorry, okay? But don’t say that stuff in front of the kid,” Samimi said.

The worst part? Samimi could understand why Fabiana didn’t trust her. The original version of this body had been a terrible person.

She didn’t blame Fabiana for suspecting her. In fact, if Fabiana had trusted her too easily, Samimi might’ve found it suspicious.

“You’d better actually be sorry.”

Fabiana could only stand there and watch them eat. Her stomach rumbled slightly, but she held firm—she was a knight, after all. She could endure watching others eat.

After breakfast, Samimi took Niubao out to do her work and check on Sweet Melon Town.

She still had a few minor healing requests—the town mayor had arranged them for her to make ends meet.

But after everything that happened yesterday, had the residents returned?

“Where are you going?” Fabiana tailed her like a shadow.

“None of your business,” Samimi snapped.

The streets were quieter than usual, with fewer merchant caravans. But most of the townspeople had returned.

“Miss Nun, good morning!”

“Good morning, Sister!”

Shopkeepers on both sides of the street resumed their normal routines. Many greeted Samimi kindly, showing genuine friendliness.

“Good morning,” Samimi responded to each of them.

She ended up exchanging pleasantries with so many people that her throat went dry.

“Miss Nun, have some water,” Niubao offered her a water bottle sweetly.

Samimi’s daily routine mostly involved treating colds or helping merchants suffering from travel sickness.

The more serious cases were minor injuries—things she could heal easily with a single spell.

“Miss Nun, thank you for saving the town.”

“Miss Nun, thank you for healing me.”

“Miss Nun, please accept these fruits as a gift.”

In the past, people treated Samimi like a plague—after getting treatment, they’d kick her out.

But now, they welcomed her warmly and even brought her small gifts.

“Acting. It’s all an act,” Fabiana muttered from behind.

Her knight helmet did a great job of hiding her shocked expression.

She couldn’t believe the townspeople actually liked Samimi.

They must’ve all been fooled by her clever disguise.
It had to be fake—it had to be.