“Sister, I didn’t just relieve myself on the floor.”
Niubao scratched his head while massaging Samimi, then suddenly said something strange.
“That was just a metaphor, not that you actually went to the cow shed. How could I ever say something like that about our adorable Niubao?”
Samimi tried to raise her hand to stroke his head, but the pain shot through her fingers, so she could only comfort him instead.
“Lady Mimi, I think you should try to use less coarse language.”
Priestess Rebecca scolded gently, “As a noble Miracle Sister, you shouldn’t speak like that. You need to be a little more graceful.”
“Are you my mother? So annoying.”
Samimi gave her a playful kick in the face.
“Cheeky~”
But Rebecca, having been kicked in the face, only smiled even wider.
“Tsk~ Samimi, you’re such a pain.”
Priestess Rebecca has already degenerated to the point that even lazy women like Niubao are afraid of her.
After a difficult bath, Samimi limped out of the bathhouse, leaning heavily on her cane, with Niubao supporting her, both moving painfully and slowly.
That wasn’t much of a problem.
The real issue was that Rebecca liked to hug Samimi’s waist from behind—under the pretense of supporting her—but somehow the posture felt a bit off.
They helped Samimi to the dormitory’s main hall to sit down and rest.
“Head Resident.”
As soon as Samimi sat down, she saw Head Resident Brayetta emerge from nearby holding a bowl of rice porridge.
The Heretical Magician Four Sisters had already moved back from their four-person room in the Warehouse Castle to the Moon Pavilion, continuing to enjoy their luxurious single rooms.
“Chairwoman, good morning.”
Brayetta stopped and greeted with immense ceremony.
“She’s the chairwoman!”
Samimi pointed at Rebecca.
“Huh? Me?”
Rebecca questioned, “What qualifications do I have? Surely Lady Mimi is the real chairwoman!”
“Do you remember what you said on the very first day we arrived here?”
Samimi asked with a smile.
“What did I say?”
Rebecca scratched her head.
“You said you were the only chairwoman of the School of Healing, and the rest of us were just followers.”
Samimi exaggerated Rebecca’s initial pretentious tone perfectly.
…Rebecca’s face instantly flushed red with anger, her cheeks puffed out in frustration.
“Ha ha, it hurts!”
Samimi laughed, immediately feeling a sharp pain in her waist and a twitch in her thigh.
“I’ll help you massage it.”
Rebecca volunteered eagerly, starting to rub Samimi’s cheeks.
“Samimi, thank you all for your efforts. Without your help, we wouldn’t have been able to move back.”
Brayetta expressed her gratitude sincerely.
“Head Resident, I’ve already heard you say thank you a hundred times these past few days.”
Samimi quickly joked, “If you really want to thank me, then go make some food.”
The Moon Pavilion was no longer a place for exiling fringe magic users.
It had since received official recognition from the Continental Magic Academy as the [Moon Pavilion – School of Healing].
Next to the sign of the Moon of Darkness Hall, there was now an additional plaque bearing the words “School of Healing.”
So now, the four Heretical Magicians were no longer heretics.
They had all joined the School of Healing and were officially Healing Magic Users.
Right!
Samimi smacked her cheek belatedly, then winced in pain.
Why hadn’t she thought of this from the start?
Why hadn’t she recruited all her dormitory sisters into the School of Healing from the beginning?
But officially, it didn’t matter, because at first recruiting people was just for fun and self-entertainment, and no one acknowledged them.
But now, thanks to the arrangements made by Headmistress Oli, they had officially gained recognition from the Magic Academy as a new faction.
Most importantly, Samimi’s mission in the Continental Magic Academy was complete.
She had truly planted a flag for the Church within the Magic Academy and seized a foothold.
So there was no reason for her to stay here any longer.
Although it was said that this place was a treasure trove for cultivating magical power, Samimi didn’t lack magic power herself.
Going with the flow was enough.
If she obsessed every day with raising her magic power stat, she would only neglect other more important areas.
Balanced development was the key to becoming a true powerhouse.
Besides, she had never seen a single magic user here who actually knew how to fight.
Even the Lion King who had been out adventuring was nothing more than a turtle.
“It’s time to go back.”
Samimi looked up at the ceiling.
She used to be eager to return home, but now she felt a little reluctant to leave the Moon Pavilion.
However, staying here no longer meant improvement for her.
The most frustrating thing was that the Continental Magic Academy had just issued a new regulation.
From now on, apprentices who wanted to spar had to report to the Academy first; they could no longer just fight whenever they pleased.
This regulation was clearly aimed at the recent uproar Samimi had caused.
After the epic clash between the School of Healing and the Flame School, apprentices had started imitating the Sin Nuns by constantly sparring with magic, completely neglecting their classes.
So now, this rule put an end to that behavior.
Even the White Rock Grand Arena was temporarily closed to apprentices, only opening during the assessment days.
Samimi didn’t have to worry about her sisters after she left.
With Headmistress Oli taking care of them, they would ascend to higher levels of magical mastery.
There were no more heretical magicians—now they were healing magic users.
No, not quite.
There was still one legendary heretical magician, whose story lived on through the young generation of apprentices.
That was Bemore, now known as the [White Heretical Rebel Witch].
As for what she was doing now? It didn’t really matter; she was no longer a character here.
Bemore had left the Magic Academy long ago.
Where else could she go?
Surely back to the Hero Party to continue her adventures.
Samimi was basically pushing her back to the main storyline.
There was no point for her to linger in this side story at the Magic Academy, where she would never improve.
Because, like Samimi, the white-haired witch didn’t need traditional magical knowledge.
They were both chosen ones who had created their own magical schools.
Samimi could confidently retreat and go home to farm.
But there was still one problem…
“Meow meow! Lady Mimi, you’re going back? Lady Mimi, don’t leave us!”
That evening, the three members of the holy order gathered in their room for a small meeting.
As soon as Samimi said she planned to return home, Rebecca burst into tears on the spot, clutching her waist and begging her not to leave.
This was precisely the problem Samimi found so troublesome.
But she remained calm because she knew Rebecca would definitely cry and cling to her; she already saw through Priestess Rebecca’s act.
“You’re the chairwoman of the School of Healing, why are you crying? What if someone sees you like this outside?”
Samimi gently coaxed, “I told you to become independent. Did you forget so soon?”
“I haven’t forgotten.”
Rebecca immediately stopped crying, obviously just pretending to cry.
“We are sisters in the Church, bound by one heart. No one is closer than us. But we can’t stay together forever.”
Samimi comforted her, “It’s precisely because we won’t always be together that our feelings are more sincere and genuine.”
“Sniff…”
Rebecca lowered her head, her eyes shining with tears—this time, it was real.
“Why are you crying? We’re not never going to see each other again.”
“If you want to see me, you can always come to the Church in Sweet Melon Town.”
“If I want to see you, I can come back to the Moon Pavilion to visit everyone.”
Samimi patted Rebecca’s shoulder with a gentle smile.