“Bath? I’m coming too! I’m coming too!” Rebecca said.
“?” Samimi was left utterly confused.
Why are you coming? Why are you butting in again? It’s so hard to hold back! Samimi really wanted to land a punch on the Priestess.
And Rebecca should know she’s crooked, right? She clearly knows she has issues with her orientation, and yet she still wants to bathe with me? What does that even mean?
The more Samimi thought about it, the more unsettled she felt, her scalp tingling, a cold sweat trickling down. The more she thought, the creepier it got.
Could it be that the Priestess has feelings for me? That can’t happen, that’s a grave sin against the Church.
I’m a Nun, Nuns aren’t allowed to fall in love, Nuns have already devoted their body and soul to the Goddess.
Wait! In this other world, the Church worships the Goddess.
Nuns are the wives of the Goddess, so I’ve already devoted my body and soul to the Goddess. Doesn’t that still make me a girl who loves girls?
All the evidence points to me being impure, so why do you still insist on joining us for a bath?
“Stare~” Bemore’s gaze sharpened, but she didn’t say anything.
Crap! She’s suspicious of me again!
Rebecca, you’re such a terrible teammate! Letting you join the party is my biggest regret lately!
“Can’t you just bathe by yourself?” Even though saying this might make her look more suspicious, Samimi had to say it.
Because Samimi would rather be suspected by the White-haired Witch Bemore than be pined for by the Priestess Rebecca.
“Why can Mino?” Rebecca asked with a face full of grievance, “Why can’t I? Aren’t we all sisters of the Church?”
Samimi’s fists clenched! So hard! She really wanted to unleash a charged punch!
Besides, ever since she and Niubao came to the Moon of Darkness Hall, they’d always bathed together. Because of the Sinner’s Blindfold on her face, washing her hair was really troublesome, so usually Niubao helped her wash it.
Rebecca knew about this too. All the heretical mages knew. Why did she have to make a fuss now? And right in front of Bemore?
“Don’t mind me, you two go ahead.” Bemore stood to the side, perking up her ears to eavesdrop.
However, those sharp eyes hidden under the brim of her hat kept glancing sidelong at Samimi, as if trying to see through her, searching for any flaws.
Honestly, she’s a hundred times more troublesome than the Pig-headed Knight Fabiana!
But it was time to show off her acting skills.
“It’s not your fault, it’s just that I’m not worthy. I’m a sinner, a penitent Nun, a person covered in filth.” Samimi explained with deep emotion, “Wait three years for me, wait until I’ve washed away my sins, then we’ll bathe together beneath the holy water.”
After saying that, she left Rebecca and Bemore behind and went to bathe with Niubao.
As expected, Rebecca was moved to tears by her words, fingers tightly clasped in prayer: “I’ll wait for you.”
“Clergy really are all sick in the head.” Bemore muttered quietly on the side.
“What did you say? Are you badmouthing Lady Mimi?” Rebecca’s face suddenly changed.
“We should have told you before what kind of person Samimi is.” Bemore asked.
“I remember, I almost got fooled by you all, but it was all nonsense.” Rebecca stood firmly on Samimi’s side.
Bemore didn’t bother to explain further, knowing there was no point reasoning with a member of the clergy.
When words fail, there’s no point continuing; both turned and left in opposite directions.
“Phew~”
Inside the bathhouse of the Moon of Darkness Hall, Samimi soaked in the hot spring, legs propped up, letting out a satisfied sigh.
Niubao sat beside her, helping to wash her hair, scrubbing her back automatically. It was pure bliss.
All the fatigue from studying vanished for Samimi, but she still had to rack her brains against beautiful girls. In truth, she hadn’t learned much, or rather, hadn’t managed to draw any good Universal Magic.
Of course, as a transmigrator, Samimi would never waste time. Other than Magic Shield and Substitution Technique, she actually knew of some other Universal Magic with odd uses.
These Universal Magic spells weren’t like the two life-saving divine arts that could be mastered by intuition—they required finding the corresponding knowledge to learn. It was both useless and troublesome.
Universal Magic was just too generic. They couldn’t even be compiled into skill books, and you couldn’t buy them with money. You had to search for them, like looking for a needle in a haystack.
After soaking for a while, Samimi patted Niubao’s head, finished her bath, and left the bathhouse, quickly returning to her room.
Once she got back, she opened up the Book of Magic Notes she’d excerpted during the day and continued her analysis.
Niubao played around with her Golden Sword, and once her hair was dry, obediently went to sleep, requiring no attention from Samimi at all.
“I’m actually reviewing at night? I’m actually taking the initiative to study? Is this the charm of another world? Whatever, time to sleep.”
Samimi gained nothing tonight, found no Universal Magic she wanted, and finally closed her notebook, sat back on her bed, and began to meditate.
For the next week, the three from the Healing Sect spent all their time in the Library of Universal Magic.
Samimi and Rebecca spent every day analyzing the Book of Universal Magic, recording one utterly useless Universal Magic spell after another.
No one knew what they were after. They were completely immersed in their own world, uninterested in anything else.
Bemore was in charge of answering magic terminology questions. With nothing else to do, she just sat to the side, meditating and cultivating.
Niubao didn’t waste time either, practicing swordsmanship in the library, weaving between the bookshelves. Everyone had a bright future.
A peaceful four-person world—the Healing Sect had truly taken root here.
Because as soon as they entered, they locked the door behind them.
Though no apprentices usually came by, even if someone did, they wouldn’t be able to get in, so of course it was quiet.
The Continental Magic Academy was as stubborn as a boulder, filled everywhere with disgusting little cliques. Fortunately, there were still too few mages, and the Academy was so large that they could avoid each other.
So they could completely steer clear of those high-and-mighty noble mages, hiding in their own little world and amusing themselves wasn’t necessarily a bad thing.
That was exactly what the four heretical mages of the Moon of Darkness Hall were doing.
They never tried to interact with the noble mages who looked down on them.
But the heretical mages didn’t need the knowledge of the Elemental Magic Faction, so they really didn’t have to attend classes.
However, for someone like Bemore, an Elemental Magic user, no matter how gifted she was, she still had to rely on the Flame School.
Just like the Church monopolized the potion-making technique for healing potions, the Flame School monopolized most of the highest-level Legendary Flame Divine Spells.
Even if they couldn’t master them themselves, they wouldn’t share. If a genius junior mage wanted to learn legendary spells, they had to grovel before the old men of the school.
Even the White-haired Witch Bemore couldn’t escape this age-old cesspit.
“No one can escape the Mobius Loop… ah.”
Bemore snapped awake from her long, miserable meditation nightmare. Looking at the three hardworking members of the School of Healing, her heart felt soothed, and a faint smile appeared at the corner of her lips.
For others, dreams are beautiful but reality is cruel.
But for her, it was the opposite: dreams made her want to bash her head against a wall, but reality was healing.
Yet, how long could all of this really last?
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