“But the nobles definitely won’t let this go. He will surely come back for revenge.”
The Watermelon Town Chief said anxiously.
“That is indeed a problem. Offending nobles is like provoking cockroaches—there’s no end to killing them. Especially these petty nobles, they’re the most petty and narrow-minded.”
Samimi said coldly.
According to the usual playbook, this Blackberry Baron will definitely come back for a second round of trouble.
That’s just how villains from other worlds operate: they reuse themselves repeatedly, rushing headlong into death without pause, never dying, never resting.
Thinking of this, Samimi still felt she had miscalculated; she should have just killed him on the spot.
But no matter what, he is a noble, and killing one casually always brings a mountain of trouble—basically, just a big headache. Calling them cockroaches is absolutely no exaggeration.
“Don’t worry, everyone, keep working. A petty roadside baron like him isn’t a high-quality noble like the Knight King. If he dares come back for trouble, I will make sure he sleeps forever.”
Samimi comforted them.
“Alright.”
The Watermelon Town Chief nodded, dispersed the gathered crowd, allowed the merchant caravan to pass normally, and still had to go back and comfort the employees of the Melon Guild—he was swamped with work.
“When we finish building the city walls, these pests won’t be able to bother us anymore.”
Samimi also went into the guild hall to stand for a while, giving everyone a shot of morale—there was no need to be afraid.
The Earl’s Lady followed into the Watermelon Guild and couldn’t help but be amazed.
Is this the guild her daughter built?
Even with a hundred brains, she never would have imagined that her troublesome girl would end up doing business like this.
The Watermelon Guild office was located right in the center of Watermelon Town, but its internal layout was somewhat like a bank: the front desk was the reception hall, while the back was a sealed large warehouse, storing batch after batch of Blood Recovery Pendants.
The staff consisted of only two front-desk accountants and two burly security knights. Though few in number, all were professionals hired and paid by the Town Chief himself.
“Sister Nun, this lady is…”
The Watermelon Town Chief, eyeing the noblewoman beside Samimi, asked.
“…”
This question put Samimi in a bind—how was she supposed to answer?
She had just told the lady not to expose their mother-daughter relationship, not wanting anyone to know she was the daughter of a noble, fearing it might interfere with her career.
But that was obviously just an excuse. Samimi wasn’t the type to care about such details; even if it got out, it wouldn’t matter. In fact, it might even make things easier for her work.
I am the Earl’s daughter—who dares to mess with me?
However, once spoken, words were like spilled water—there was no taking them back, and she couldn’t lose face.
What made it worse was that she looked almost exactly like the Earl’s Lady. Everyone would know they were related by blood; trying to deceive them was impossible.
“I am…”
Even the Earl’s Lady was at a loss for words—she didn’t know how to answer either. What exactly was she now?
“She’s my old mother from the big city, who came specially to visit her unfilial daughter. You know I am a sinner; if this gets out, it won’t sound good, so please don’t spread it around.”
Samimi sighed and finally admitted the truth.
“…”
The Earl’s Lady was shaken to her core hearing this, looking helplessly at Samimi, moved beyond words.
“I see.”
The astute Town Chief also sensed something was off and didn’t continue probing their family affairs.
He could tell the Earl’s Lady was definitely someone important—the way she dressed and carried herself was different. But wearing a cloak and hood, she clearly didn’t want to expose herself.
That Blackberry Baron, who dressed like a Rainbow Man, was just a minor noble of the region. The real big nobles were all very low-key.
Samimi, Sister Nun, came from a noble background, so the Town Chief didn’t find it strange. After all, someone with her talents must have some backing.
“Lady, I hope you enjoy your stay in Watermelon Town. I must get back to work now.”
The Town Chief greeted them and then slipped away.
“Thank you.”
The Earl’s Lady held the words back for a long time before finally saying them.
“We won’t keep you any longer.”
Samimi said.
The two of them left the Watermelon Guild and returned to the Watermelon Chapel.
“sob”
Once home, the Earl’s Lady couldn’t help but shed a tear—her daughter had finally acknowledged her.
“You’ve seen it too. I’m doing well here. So don’t keep trying to persuade me to go back. I won’t be going back.”
Samimi said.
“nod”
The Earl’s Lady nodded.
Now she probably wouldn’t persist in taking Samimi home. Seeing her daughter building a guild and city walls here, what use would going back be?
However, when she returned to sit in the open hall, she instantly switched from the kindly mother to a Great Noble mode.
“Mi Mi, that Town Chief was right. The local nobles will definitely come back for more trouble. Since you left him in such a state, he’ll resort to even more shameless and vicious means against you. Even if you can handle direct confrontations, you won’t be able to defend against those sneaky underhanded tactics.”
The Earl’s Lady seriously analyzed the situation.
“I’ve already warned them. If they make a move again…”
Samimi calmly replied while pouring tea, “Next time, it won’t be as simple as ‘Magic Power Recharge.’”
“Sometimes, it’s not the nobles’ underhanded tactics that are scary—it’s when they hit you with both straight and sneaky methods at the same time.”
The Earl’s Lady’s eyes sharpened, her tone deepening.
“Straight and sneaky methods?”
Samimi was stunned by the phrase, wondering why it sounded like some dirty joke?
And why had her cheap mother suddenly become so profound?
Almost forgot, she was a Great Noble with real power in the Royal City.
The Earl’s Lady had a deep partnership with Saintess Makima and was also the Whip of the Three Princes Faction. Don’t be fooled by her recent soft and gentle act—never forget her true background.
As for what a Whip was:
The Saintess and the Three Princes were the public faces of the faction, absolutely forbidden from being tainted by any scandal. They performed on a bright, glamorous stage, showing the faction’s friendly and benevolent side.
But beneath the stage, the Whip was responsible for quietly eliminating all competitors, monitoring the faction’s own people, and preventing traitors. Their power was not inferior to that of the faction leaders.
The Earl’s Lady was the woman who gave birth to the soulless, shambling zombie, Samimi.
Samimi was a chosen villain lady, shaped by the World Will in the image of the Earl’s Lady.
Mother of Zombies! Root of Evil! The more you think about it, the more terrifying it is! So chilling to contemplate!
“If they play dirty, you can use your strength to break them head-on. But if they use procedural tricks—”
The Earl’s Lady continued seriously, “I heard from the Town Chief that this place is not under that Baron’s management, but he can apply to the Royal City to obtain the management rights for the town. That shouldn’t be a difficult matter.
When he gets the Town Management Certificate and the Kingdom Marshal Fabian’s Inspection Knight Corps comes to Watermelon Town, what will you do?
Are you going to resist the royal authority?”
The Earl’s Lady analyzed the situation seriously.