Just as the young knight had walked a few steps away to scout the area—he seemed to have discovered something.
“Clang! Clang! Clang!”
Suddenly, three cold flashes of razor-sharp claws slashed behind him, scattering fallen leaves.
The young knight collapsed instantly.
His armor was torn open with ease.
He groaned in pain as blood poured from his back.
Everyone was shocked to see a massive wolf king slowly emerge from the underbrush—its eyes blood-red, radiating murderous intent.
This was no ordinary wolf. Its size was more like a buffalo than any normal beast.
This ties into the monster settings of Rose Phantom Chronicles, where creatures are divided into ordinary beasts and magibeasts.
A magibeast is a creature that’s been corrupted by the Abyss. Any non-human species can be Abyss-corrupted, which greatly enhances their stats—larger body, red eyes—but the cost is their sanity.
They become bloodthirsty monsters.
As for what the Abyss actually is?
Don’t ask. I don’t know either. The book never explained.
So no—this wasn’t a regular wild wolf. It was a demonic wolf.
“Xiao Gao! Dammit!”
Another middle-aged kingdom knight rushed forward upon seeing his comrade wounded, attempting a rescue.
“Stop—!”
The captain shouted, trying to halt him, but it was too late.
The middle-aged knight dragged the injured young man, trying to retreat—but the demonic wolf didn’t give them a chance.
It lunged with terrifying speed, maw wide open, aiming straight for the knight’s throat.
“[Holy Shield]!”
In a split second, Samimi raised her hand and cast a protective barrier over the knight.
The wolf’s jaws snapped down on the glowing shield—crack!—losing two teeth in the process.
“[Healing Spell]!”
Samimi flicked her palm again, launching a green orb that hit the young knight’s mangled back.
The three bloody claw marks healed right before everyone’s eyes. The knight stopped groaning—he could even stand, looking stunned.
“This is…”
Even the captain was in shock.
“Captain, don’t freeze—everyone, go! I’ll cover you. [Secret Art – Sanctuary]!”
Samimi took command, chanting softly as she spread her arms wide, casting a holy field centered on herself.
Any allies standing within the sanctuary’s radius received a modest boost to all attributes.
Though it was called a “secret art,” the actual effect was average. Because the buffs were spread evenly, they weren’t as impactful as focused enhancements.
But as a former gaming nerd, Samimi knew: the strongest support was one that could supercharge a single stat.
Still, for now, this generic buff was plenty.
The knights finally snapped back to action, regrouped, and began to encircle the demonic wolf.
Their earlier panic vanished.
With glowing shields protecting each of them, they fearlessly raised their shields and swords, surrounding the beast on all sides.
“Bang! Bang! Bang!”
The demonic wolf thrashed and pounded their shields with its claws—but the knights held their ground.
Then, the young knight who had been healed slipped in from the flank and stabbed deep into the wolf’s side—black blood erupted.
Though they were gaining ground, the knights were all secretly shocked.
Because they knew how terrifying the wolf’s power was. Its hide was nearly impenetrable. Normally, their swords couldn’t even scratch it.
But now? The wolf felt like tofu. Completely helpless.
“Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash! Slash!”
Moments later, five sword strikes landed in unison. The demonic wolf fell, dead.
Everyone stared at its corpse in disbelief. It felt like a dream—far too surreal.
“You guys never partied with a cleric before? Let’s head back, I’ve got dinner to cook.”
Samimi dismissed the sanctuary field and smiled.
“Uh… yeah. Let’s take the body back first—the Adventurer’s Guild pays well for magibeast corpses,” the knight captain said.
“You said money?”
Samimi immediately perked up.
They loaded the wolf’s body onto a wooden cart, hooked it to a horse, and began walking back to Sweet Melon Town on foot.
But the hard work was worth it.
As they entered the town, cheers and admiring gazes greeted them like conquering heroes.
Once they delivered the body to the Adventurer’s Guild, the payout was substantial.
Even split six ways, Samimi’s share was still more than what the mayor had promised her.
“Miss Nun, we wouldn’t have survived without you. Please take a bigger share.”
The captain wanted to give her extra as thanks.
“We split evenly. If not, I’m not taking any.”
Samimi flatly refused and took only her share—then headed home to cook.
“Miss Nun! You’re back!”
Niubao had been waiting outside the chapel. When she saw Samimi’s figure approach and unlock the door, she rushed out to greet her.
“Dinner time. Made some good money today—we can eat something nice tonight.”
Samimi patted the girl’s head. Her mana was nearly depleted, and she was starving.
What made her happiest though was the system notification:
[Goodness Value +0.5]
So satisfying…
Wait—only 0.5?!
One mission was all it took for the townsfolk to accept Samimi.
“Miss Nun is so strong!”
“Go Miss Nun!”
The knights had returned to town and celebrated in the tavern that night—bragging wildly and singing Samimi’s praises to the heavens.
Thus, the tales of the penitent nun’s strength spread through Sweet Melon Town like wildfire.
Next time Samimi visited the general store, the plump owner gave her a 30% discount on everything.
She also began receiving healing requests, many referred by the mayor.
They were mostly minor injuries from merchant caravans—broken legs, bruises from wagon crashes. Samimi could heal them in seconds.
Though the villainess’s healing talent was just average, it was more than enough.
Now, Samimi had a stable income, an honest job, and a peaceful daily life.
It was incredibly satisfying.
But the peaceful days didn’t last long…
“Bad news! Evacuate immediately!”
One day, a kingdom scout cavalryman galloped into Sweet Melon Town with a dire message:
A Steelback Dragon was charging toward the town. He was here to evacuate civilians.
The kingdom knights quickly began organizing a full evacuation.
All the traveling merchants fled instantly. The townspeople also evacuated in an orderly fashion.
The knight squad went door-to-door, reaching even the town’s remotest household—which refused to leave.
“Miss Nun, it’s a dragon. We have to leave now!”
The captain tried to persuade her.
“You all go. The dragon’s heading straight for the wall behind my home. I’m a penitent nun—I won’t just stand by and let my chapel be destroyed.”
Samimi stood firm, hands in her pockets, eyes fixed on the distance.
Her face showed unwavering resolve.
She would not retreat. Even if it meant death.