“Is that the best you can do—just cursing with childish insults?
Your level of education really isn’t that high. I’ve told you to read more books.”
At a moment like this, Samimi still had to sneer and mock.
It was too insulting! Absolutely too insulting!
In the end, it was Bemore’s mouth that was silenced. She could no longer curse back because if she said anything more, it would reveal her lack of education.
She was merely an illegitimate child, after all, and hadn’t received much education. She grew up in the mountains, and if she hadn’t awakened her magical talent, she probably would have spent her whole life there.
Meanwhile, Samimi was a noble girl from the Fey tribe, receiving higher education from a young age. Even if her looks didn’t seem impressive, she had still become a feared and hated aristocratic lady.
Alright, the banter was about over.
Samimi had nothing left to say; she had already verbally scorched the witch lady to the point of self-combustion.
At this moment, both sides had very little magical energy left.
Theoretically, each could only cast two spells, with one being a fair strike.
Two moves, two rounds—the winner would be decided in the blink of an eye.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh~ whoosh whoosh whoosh—”
When Samimi closed her eyes, only the sound of the gentle wind could be heard on the rooftop.
The wild white hair whipped about in the breeze, while her small figure, her blonde hair subdued beneath the Nun’s veil, seemed on the verge of erupting into conflict at any moment.
Suddenly, a gust of sand blew, smearing Bemore’s face and forcing her to blink.
But cunning Samimi, wearing the Sinner’s Blindfold, was completely unfazed by the dust and wind.
The moment had come! Right now! Right here!
“[Holy Rose Illusion Sword].”
As expected, the underhanded Nun of Atonement struck first!
Samimi raised her Runic Staff, magic powering the page from her spellbook to flutter onto its tip, instantly conjuring a magic-powered flying sword.
This was the second usage of the Holy Rose Illusion Sword, though she seldom used it this way—normally it was employed as an enchantment.
That was because the rose enchantment could bypass most magic shields, but a magic-powered flying sword attacking a magic shield would most likely be wasted effort and power.
Thus, the magic flying sword was usually just a move to bully weaker opponents or a surprise trick.
Like now—both had too little magic left to activate shields, so offensive spells were the only choice to crush the enemy.
However, while Samimi was still concentrating on the Illusion Sword…
“Clack! Bang!”
Bemore’s hands moved like lightning, suddenly drawing out her black and white short staffs.
She targeted Samimi with lightning-fast precision, launching two tiny Dragon Bombs without hesitation or emotion.
Though Samimi was the first to make a move, Bemore’s spell struck first.
“Shing!”
Yet the Holy Rose Illusion Sword was incredibly well-formed—manifesting as if it were a real blade.
The Runic Staff in Samimi’s hand was like a crossbow; she released the magical power with force, shooting the Illusion Sword forward with tremendous power.
The recoil of the spell caused Samimi to stagger back a step just to withstand it.
“I’m going to kill you! White-haired Witch!”
Samimi roared with fury.
Bemore saw clearly that Samimi was going all out with this strike—she truly wanted to kill her, truly hated herself.
Unexpectedly, only at a moment like this could Bemore see through Samimi’s true feelings—but it wasn’t too late yet.
You are cruel, and so am I heartbroken. That’s just right.
I no longer need to hold back. I am no longer lost. I will win.
“You can scheme against me, you can toy with my heart, but your magic can never surpass mine.”
Bemore’s expression was calm because she had already calculated everything—seen through the magic, glimpsed the outcome.
Because the White-haired Witch had predicted the trajectory of the Villainess’s attack.
She had seen through the flight path of the magic flying sword, and one of her Dragon Bombs had already flown ahead, positioned along the sword’s path.
“Boom!”
The Dragon Bomb struck the Holy Rose Illusion Sword, causing it to explode mid-flight.
At that moment, the White-haired Witch defeated the Villainess. She had foreseen the future and claimed victory.
The only miscalculation was that the Holy Rose Illusion Sword still released a scorching explosion of energy, with half of the magical blade remaining, still flying toward her.
It seemed her Dragon Bomb’s power wasn’t enough to completely stop the Illusion Sword—only half was destroyed, but that was enough to drastically reduce its power.
Is it lucky? Is it not? Is it? Is it not? Is it?
Could it really be non-lethal?
Could her delicate flesh truly withstand half a magic sword?
Bemore’s precognition failed at this moment because she couldn’t calculate whether she could really block it or not.
The broken Holy Rose Illusion Sword’s jagged edge was sharp beyond belief, aiming straight for her heart.
Unable to activate a Magic Shield, even a thrown toothpick could kill her.
She had calculated everything, but had missed just one thing—Samimi still had one last projectile spell, with power far beyond what Bemore had imagined.
“Whoosh whoosh whoosh~ whoosh whoosh whoosh—”
The rushing sound of the flying sword cut through the air, so close, right before her eyes.
Bemore closed her eyes, stopped resisting, and surrendered to fate.
But before she could feel any heart-rending pain, only a gentle magical force collided with her.
She opened her eyes and saw that the Holy Rose Illusion Sword had dissolved just before piercing her heart, leaving only a rune-inscribed page stuck to her chest.
And her second Dragon Bomb struck true and exploded.
She watched with her own eyes as Samimi was directly torn apart by the double fiery explosion, completely obliterated without a trace.
Bemore’s mind went blank, utterly unable to comprehend what had just happened.
“Lady Jessie!”
Priestess Rebecca, witnessing this scene, screamed hysterically.
Her scream was like a hammer striking Bemore’s temporarily halted heart, waking her from her blank stupor.
Once awake, Bemore felt icy cold all over. She could predict the future and calculate outcomes, yet no matter how many times she tried, she hadn’t foreseen this ending.
Why did it happen like this? Am I dreaming? What am I doing? Why did I stop attacking?
Why did you hold back only at the end? Didn’t you say it was “me without you”?
Shouldn’t killing Samimi have made me happy? Then why do I feel sadness?
At this moment…
Images of the four of them living together lately flashed through Bemore’s mind.
Their quarrels, their smiles, the meals they shared.
What was most unacceptable was that while her mind had predicted everything, it hadn’t recalled their friendship.
Bemore suddenly understood why Samimi had held back.
Her tear ducts broke, and she began to weep on the spot.
Because Samimi stopped but she did not.
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