The Flame Apprentice Grand Castle has eight floors in total.
The first floor is the Banquet Hall, six floors are Academy Dormitories, and one floor is the Conference Room.
The Heretical Witch Squad had already advanced to the fourth floor, climbing steadily upward without encountering any effective resistance.
Most of the fiery apprentices, upon receiving the news, hid inside the dormitories, refusing to come out, unwilling to get involved in such a mess.
Everyone only knew how to fight from a position of advantage; they had no idea how to handle a disadvantageous situation, so they preferred to hide like scared turtles.
“Kang Girl! Come here and die!”
Therefore, the Witch Four only met some reluctant resistance upon reaching the final floor’s Conference Room, where the Senior Sister Defensive Line was formed by Orange Lion’s closest confidantes.
“Give me amplification,” Bemore volunteered this time, stepping up to fight.
“What’s wrong? Another Enemy Ji? How come it’s all Enemy Ji?” Samimi asked curiously.
“You guessed right,” Bemore responded coldly.
“[Clear Mind Technique], [Still Water], [Chant Acceleration], [Concentration].”
Samimi chanted four spells in a second, instantly soothing Bemore’s heart and calming her down.
Yet the anger burning inside the witch did not extinguish; a calm revenge is the most terrifying mentality in the world.
Bemore knew exactly what she had to do, who she had to take revenge on, yet her heart was not swallowed by fury, and she did not lose her rationality.
How could a rational avenger not terrify evildoers?
With amplification, Bemore strode boldly out from the corridor’s corner, standing squarely in the center of the hallway, facing Orange Lion’s best friend group head-on — utterly audacious.
“Bemore! You little traitor!”
“I knew you had evil intentions!”
“Such a waste of the Council President’s goodwill in nurturing you!”
“You’re a white-eyed wolf! Despicable traitor witch!”
“You’ll never live a good life! Betray our Flame School, and you’ll be homeless forever, never finding peace!”
“We want to expel you from the Magic Academy! You don’t deserve to stay here!”
Before any spells flew from the opposing group, their vicious curses already echoed down the hallway.
Those senior sisters and brothers from before were nothing but gossiping busybodies whispering into Bemore’s ear.
But these best friends of the Council President? They were the kind who psychologically manipulate their older female peers daily, commanding their subordinates around, each one far nastier than the last.
They even gave Bemore her nickname, White-haired Witch, and organized other apprentices to isolate her.
A person becomes socially anxious not only because of their own odd traits but mostly due to external causes—having to follow the orders of this group of despicable worms in the Academy, how could Bemore not feel oppressed? How could she remain silent?
The ones truly responsible for ruining her life are these women!
“My entire life is thanks to you all…”
Bemore’s anger grew with every thought; her expression became more like that of a wicked witch. Coldly, she raised the Black-and-White Twin Staffs, aiming precisely at the best friend group.
“Unforgivable! Traitor!”
“You’re looking for death, Bemore!”
“Punish the witch! Sisters, burn her!”
Orange Lion’s best friend group instantly went into a frenzy, their faces twisting into hateful snarls. They clearly knew what they had done to Bemore.
Since it was a dormitory, everyone tacitly understood the situation. They raised their Red Gem Magic Staffs and unleashed a straight, unrelenting fiery ray at Bemore, showing no mercy as they struck hard.
This was an advanced fiery magic attack, akin to the Thunder Spear used in lightning magic, with a strong shield-piercing effect. It was designed specifically to counter Magic Shields.
Bemore quickly activated her unique Shield of Flame Magic.
Flames compressed into tightly bound beams rose in front of her, forming an impenetrable barrier.
Why did her Magic Shield seem to leak?
Never had anyone seen such strip-shaped magical protection before.
Samimi also felt Bemore’s Shield of Flame Magic looked so solid it resembled prison iron bars!
“Is this really necessary? Bringing out the iron bars in full form? Do you really like sitting in jail that much?” Samimi teased.
Yet the fiery iron bars stopped every fiery ray precisely and effectively.
“Wow,” Samimi was amazed by the scene.
“What! How is this possible?!” The opposing best friend group screamed out in ear-piercing disbelief.
Rather than a shield, this was an automatic interception defense system.
Every column of flame stood between the enemies’ attacks and Bemore, using minimal magic power to block enemy strikes — the most efficient defense.
Theoretically, anyone could say this, but the real question was whether it was achievable. If any magician could create automatic defense like the White-haired Witch, then it would truly be unstoppable.
“Whiz! Whiz! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!”
The next moment, Bemore’s Black-and-White Twin Staffs silently launched Dragon Bombs.
Once they exploded with sound, it was all over — they detonated in two stages.
Orange Lion’s best friend group’s fiery shield wall shattered instantly as if it were made of paper.
Immediately following was a barrage of ordinary Small Fireballs.
The witch spared no one, hitting every one of the spiteful women squarely in the face, burning off their hair and eyebrows and leaving their cheeks smoked bright red.
Of course, the damage was hateful but not permanent. However, these vain girls wouldn’t be looking pretty again for quite some time.
Bemore said nothing, lowering her hands and retracting the Twin Staffs. She walked forward coolly, this time truly silent and confident.
Samimi felt that the White-haired Witch was walking into a storyline unknown even to herself.
Originally, the White-haired Witch was not a flame magician skilled in micro-control. Samimi recalled she was a powerhouse who only knew how to rain down long-range Dragon Bomb explosions like a super glass charcoal.
But now, Bemore had become a lone gunslinger who preferred close-range face-to-face combat.
“Not bad.”
A subtle smile crept to Samimi’s lips. Her face was full of appreciation, no longer laced with her usual sarcasm.
I have to admit, you’re growing on me more and more, Bemore!
Only a powerful but inwardly conflicted bad girl suits my old-school second-dimension aesthetics.
Because the stronger you become, the more pleasure I’ll feel when I finally knock you down! Hehe!
Before, when I was easily beating Kingdom Marshal Fabian as a beginner, I felt unsatisfied, like something was missing.
But this White-haired Witch Bemore at this moment would definitely bring me joy! Haha!
Only strong prey is worth hunting. Little ones like Fabian still need to grow a bit before she’s worthy.
Damn it, even Niubao now has all these long and smelly psychological dramas.
It’s not just her; even Priestess Miss Cardolian and the White-haired Witch Bemore have their own long, stinky little inner struggles.
Only our kind-hearted Minotauros has a pure heart without distractions.
As always, Minotauros marched at the front lines, thinking only of fighting and protecting her comrades.