“You’re not blind, after all?” Frolro was shocked, doubting her entire existence as she murmured to herself, “No, no, Nun of Atonement definitely isn’t blind her eyes are just covered. But can you actually see anything like that?”
“I’m still blind!” Samimi rudely pointed her rune staff at her face.
“Sister, is there something wrong with your leg?” Frolro asked suspiciously.
Samimi was left speechless by her.
It was hard to tell whether she was just too pure or simply too naive. Not a trace of humor cells, just like Niubao.
She wasn’t surprised at all because, after all, this was the light yuri fantasy world if your own teammates aren’t pretty girls, they must at least be beautiful women.
So when Samimi looked at the Demon Hunter Scout Cavalry, the latter removed her heavy beast-face helmet, revealing a round face adorned with freckles, crowned with a mass of reddish-brown curls, happily munching away. Cute, indeed.
Sure enough, the Demon Hunter Scout Cavalry was a girl.
That left the plump Knight Qiqi Duo, who stubbornly refused to remove her helmet.
She kept her faceplate half-closed, refusing to take off her headgear even while eating.
But Samimi already knew her gender; just from the name, it was obvious she was a beautiful girl. As a side character following the main story, she had to be a pretty girl without a doubt.
“Huh?” Samimi tried to recall what Qiqi Duo actually looked like.
She couldn’t remember no impression at all. The only possibility was that the book never gave a concrete description of her appearance.
“Sister, is something the matter?” Frolro asked.
“I was just thinking, dungeons usually aren’t under the Church’s jurisdiction, right?” Samimi asked.
In theory, dungeons are managed by the Adventurers’ Guild. The Church has no authority to interfere with the Guild’s affairs unless some evil monster appears that requires the intervention of a holy cleric, then the Guild might call on the Church for help.
But jurisdiction is a fuzzy thing; as long as it’s not a large-scale operation—like mobilizing an entire Church knight order to storm a dungeon—it’s usually no problem.
Besides, many Church priests and pastors also serve in adventurer teams part-time. You can’t just refuse to let holy clerics accompany the team into the dungeon, can you?
“Because this dungeon is special. This time it’s a joint operation between the Adventurers’ Guild and the Church, so we have operational authority,” Frolro explained.
“A joint operation?” Samimi’s mind swirled with questions.
Last time the Saintess herself infiltrated the Magic Academy, claiming cooperation. Now it’s a joint effort with the Adventurers’ Guild? What exactly does the Church want? Is it trying to build connections with other forces everywhere?
Could it be because of the demon’s half-body we handed over last time? Possibly. Maybe turning it in cleared the Church’s mind a bit—they’ve finally started to do some work.
“Because this dungeon isn’t ordinary,” Frolro teased, leaving Samimi hanging.
“What’s so special about it?” Samimi was calm—there was a long night ahead, plenty of time to chat.
“This dungeon doesn’t belong to humans. It’s not a relic left behind by the Ancient Magicians of our race.” Frolro deliberately played mysterious but still avoided the main point.
“Who left it behind then?” Samimi showed some interest.
Actually, she already knew who, because it was mentioned in the book.
The entire Demon Hunter squad had changed. Samimi hadn’t heard of Captain Frolro or Scout Karl before. They were probably insignificant cannon fodder, but the Hell Instance they were going to seemed unchanged.
Samimi’s smile gradually faded. She bit her spoon; this definitely wasn’t the kind of childish game the Magic Academy played.
Demon hunters were irritating, but magic users had their own laws and rules. At worst, you got slapped or trampled on but no real threat to life.
But now we’re going to the Hell Instance. The target isn’t people; if it was, we’d just go and slaughter. This time, it’s life-threatening.
If we lose, we’ll all truly become tragic heroines trapped in a pot of hot oil, played with mercilessly. This was the kind of strange place we were about to enter.
“That’s a dungeon left by the Vampires. Rumor says it was maintained and constructed by the Blood Mages among the Blood Clan,” Frolro answered.
“What?” Samimi feigned surprise, though she’d understood long ago.
“We know nothing about what’s inside. We don’t know what’s in there,” Frolro said.
“Isn’t that just sending us to our deaths?” Samimi put on an angry act.
“But now it’s surfaced in the human world. We have to investigate. Leaving it unchecked, we don’t know what’s brewing inside. There might be a resurrection of the Blood Demon Ancestor,” Frolro said solemnly. “So only professionals like us can enter. Our predecessors worked hard to eradicate the Blood Clan; we absolutely cannot let the vampires rise again.”
“No wonder you came to us. But honestly, I know nothing about vampires,” Samimi pretended to be troubled, scratching her head.
“I know. It’s not your fault. No one in our generation knows what vampires truly look like. The Church destroyed all the records. That period of history was too bloody and terrifying. The Church doesn’t want to cause panic. Vampires have become nothing more than legends,” Frolro explained.
…Samimi didn’t respond, sitting down silently to eat, looking as if her courage had been shattered.
Captain Frolro didn’t say much either, giving Samimi some time to calm down.
Little did anyone know this was all an act—Samimi knew vampires better than anyone; she just pretended to be clueless to fit her character.
In truth, there was probably no one in the world more restrained around vampires than herself. Heh heh.
After eating, Samimi sat inside the tent, meditating quietly.
The Demon Hunter knights, on the other hand, couldn’t sleep and sat around the campfire, restless.
Although Captain Frolro had just reassured Samimi that she was fine, she hoped the Demon Hunter nun could be a bit more reliable—someone who could share some knowledge about vampires with everyone.
If even the Demon Hunter nun didn’t know anything about vampires, what were they supposed to do? Were they really going to be cannon fodder?
“Huff! Huff! Huff!”
Just when everyone felt helpless, the Beastman Nun was practicing elbow strikes against an iron mountain post nearby. This was the knight’s skill: Charge.
Physical skills differed somewhat from magical ones.
Magic skills, once learned, could be used immediately and at least 80% of their full strength.
Physical skills were easy to pick up, but mastery required hard training; otherwise, learning them was useless.
But watching the Beastman Nun’s practice made everyone almost burst out laughing, because knights usually performed Charge with a shield. Without one, her strikes looked like mere elbow jabs very odd indeed.
“Ha ha, Charge isn’t practiced like that,” Scout Karl teased Niubao right after finishing her meal. She didn’t seem to mean any harm just a bit cheeky.
“I’ll teach you,” Captain Frolro stepped over to give some pointers. After all, everyone was free at the moment.
There was no denying that the adorable Beastman Nun was a great help in relieving the squad’s heavy atmosphere.
Earlier, they all wore serious expressions, their minds filled only with terrifying vampires. But now, seeing Niubao’s clumsy elbow strikes, everyone felt their spirits lift considerably.
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