Everyone was stunned!
Usually, the Kingdom’s Patrol Knights known as the small town’s destroyers were nothing more than a nuisance.
Yet now, they had transformed into the town’s protectors, guarding Sweet Melon Town’s peace.
No one dared to speak. Not a single breath was heard.
Because everyone knew that the Kingdom Patrol Knight Corps only stopped because this esteemed Lady had just presented an Ancient Badge.
They definitely recognized that Ancient Badge, but since we didn’t know, it was best not to say anything foolish.
“Deeply sorry, we didn’t know this was your territory, Lady Felingbo,” the patrol knight captain stepped forward respectfully to apologize.
“That’s enough. Don’t say any more. I originally planned to develop my affairs quietly, so I didn’t report to you. That’s my fault. But now that you know, I don’t want to see this happen again.” The Earl’s Lady cut him off, her tone full of authority.
Could this really be the same soft and doting wife who was chasing after her daughter just a few days ago?
“Yes, yes, thank you, Your Ladyship, for not holding this against us. We will take care of the aftermath. No one will disturb you again.” The patrol knight captain let out a sigh of relief, made his promise, and quickly led his troops away.
Once again, the crisis in Sweet Melon Town was averted, and though the commotion was loud, it was resolved much faster than the last time.
“What exactly is that badge?” Samimi asked.
“It’s the Feling family badge, passed down through generations,” the Earl’s Lady answered. “How could you forget something so obvious?”
Her casual joke made Samimi’s heart skip a beat. Could it be she had been found out—that she wasn’t really who she claimed to be?
“Who remembers things from childhood?” Samimi tried to recall memories. After digging through her mind, she finally remembered the Earl’s Lady mentioning this badge when she was only three years old.
Upon hearing that, the Earl’s Lady surely wouldn’t suspect anything. She had never doubted Samimi was her daughter—not that the bad daughter turned good.
“I thought I could let Niubao try a move or two. Chief, now that things are settled, everyone can work in peace.”
But the situation was resolved so quickly that Samimi felt a bit unsatisfied. She was still eager for a fight—to show everyone her Saint Flame Enchantment and Magic upon Magic skills.
Forget it. Samimi prepared to return to the Sweet Melon Church.
Yet the next moment, the doors of several nearby inns were pushed open, and another large group of strange people surrounded the area, blocking both the left and right streets of the Melon Guild.
One wave of trouble hadn’t even settled before another erupted. Why did all these problems have to happen at once? Didn’t they leave any time for her to react?
From the left street came a group of beautiful women dressed in white Pastoralist robes. Each one looked like Priestess Rebecca, with first-rate looks truly stunning.
On the right street appeared a strange knight squad dark-armored black knights in heavy armor. A closer look revealed these were Church Knights by their armor style.
White-robed Pastoralists and Church black knights black and white in stark contrast both forming such a grand procession, it felt like they had come to fight on the streets.
This must have nothing to do with me, right? Right!
It definitely had nothing to do with me, Samimi! Let me go home!
Samimi didn’t want any involvement with either group and tried to sneak away, missing the chance to let Niubao show off his moves.
“Sister Nun, please stop.” A white-robed female Pastoralist immediately called out to Samimi as soon as she moved clearly coming for her.
Samimi had no choice but to stop.
“Wait! We came here first. You guys move aside.” From the other side, the black knights rushed forward as well, clearly here to capture Samimi, their attitude toward the white-robed Pastoralists much more aggressive.
“What do you mean? We came first!” The white-robed Pastoralists refused to back down and began pointing fingers, yelling at their opponents.
“Are you even reasonable? We’ve been waiting for a whole day! We have urgent business! Can you take responsibility if you interfere with the Church’s mission?” The Church black knights argued through their helmets.
“We’ve been waiting a day too! We’re also here executing the Church’s orders! Who do you think you are? Who is your supervisor?” The white-robed Pastoralists fired sharp questions.
“You’re not qualified to know! Who sent you?” The Church black knights shouted back loudly.
Immediately, the two groups fell into an endless, meaningless dispute. Even if they argued until dawn, no resolution would come.
This was exactly why Samimi refused to get involved in Church affairs no matter what.
She called herself a nun, but had no desire to work, much less take on any responsibilities.
Because the Church’s internal factions were as numerous and complex as those in the Magic Academy, but a hundred times more complicated. Dozens of departments despised one another and fought for credit.
Every archbishop and high priest probably had their own private teams. Even Saintess Makima, who led a neutral force, had her own mercenary knights.
They spoke of faith, but their hearts were filled with power struggles.
At the Continental Magic Academy, one could make a name with fists and determination, building their own domain.
But that approach didn’t work in the Church. Strength alone was useless—you needed reputation, power, money, and opportunity to climb the ranks.
If you only had strength without social skills or backing, you were sent straight to the frontlines to fight demons and monsters—cannon fodder for them.
So the clever Samimi chose to stay in the middle, neither going to the front lines as cannon fodder nor climbing the Church’s tangled ladder of trouble. Instead, she hid in a less remote third-tier town to farm and grow.
“Shut up! All of you shut up! Stop yelling! Get lost! Don’t disturb my business! Don’t block the road! Do you know how much money this town makes every minute? Are you going to pay me for that? If you have business, come to the Church tomorrow morning!” Samimi finally lost her temper and shouted loudly in the street.
At the mention of money, everything instantly quieted down—no one had a word to say.
“Clear the way. Go back to the inns and sleep. For the sake of our profession, I’ll pay for today’s inn fees. Come back tomorrow,” Samimi said, flicking her hand and driving away both Church groups.
“All right, we’ll come back tomorrow.”
“See you tomorrow.”
Only after hearing the promise to pay the inn fees did the white-robed Pastoralists and Church black knights agree to leave, returning to the inns to stay one more night. Not a single penny could trip up a hero.
Sweet Melon Town was a major transportation hub, and the inn fees were not cheap. But the rooms and services were top-notch.
Watching them finally leave, Samimi let out a long breath, hands on her hips, her face full of helplessness.
“Need help? What’s going on?” the Earl’s Lady asked.
“I don’t know either. Let’s talk tomorrow.” Samimi shook her head, signaling she didn’t understand the situation.
But one thing was clear—someone in the Church had definitely set their sights on her.
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