Because the Kingdom Knights had already informed the townspeople that it was thanks to Samimi’s help that they were able to drive back the Steelback Dragon…
Everyone gave credit where it was due—saying that without the nun’s aid, none of them would’ve returned, and the town would’ve been destroyed.
Thus, Samimi suddenly became a hero of Sweetmelon Town.
Moreover, the fact that a mysterious female knight in shining armor had been following the penitent nun all day only added to her mysterious and noble aura.
Fabiana had been tailing Samimi and Niubao for a full day, witnessing everything Samimi did.
“She’s only doing good because I’m watching her.”
Fabiana still believed Samimi was putting on a show—pretending to be a good person.
Running around healing townsfolk? That had to be a trick to mislead her. Samimi was never like this before.
Heh. I, Fabiana, granddaughter of the Knight King, am not so easily fooled!
“Do you want food or not? I can make an extra portion, but it’s gonna cost you.”
Back at Sweetmelon Chapel at noon, Samimi asked plainly.
She didn’t have the heart to let someone just sit and stare while she ate—it made her lose her appetite too.
“Hah, you think I don’t know what you’re up to?” Fabiana sneered, refusing the offer. “You’re probably trying to poison me.”
“Have you got water in your brain? Then go eat at an inn,” Samimi snapped, finally losing her temper.
“Struck a nerve? I must’ve hit the mark.” Fabiana kept provoking, slapping a few silver coins on the table. “Fine, I’ll eat here. I have top-tier antidotes in my pouch—you can’t touch me.”
Samimi swiftly pocketed the money. For silver, she could put up with the nonsense.
Niubao started the fire and cooked with a mighty sizzle.
Fabiana finally took off her dual-winged knight’s helmet, revealing her exquisitely beautiful face. Her eyes, however, stayed sharp and cold, showing no emotion.
Samimi didn’t care. She leaned back in a creaky rocking chair to nap while waiting for food. Completely unbothered.
“Kid, has this woman mistreated you?” Fabiana took the chance to question Niubao.
“No, the Sister is very kind to me,” Niubao replied.
“Has she ever touched you inappropriately?” Fabiana pressed further.
“What does ‘inappropriately’ mean?” Niubao blinked, confused.
“Uh… well…” Fabiana found herself unable to explain.
“The Sister is super nice. I was thrown off a slave cart and broke my leg. Hundreds of people passed me on the road, but only she was willing to save me. She gave me food and a place to live,” Niubao said.
“She only saved you because you’re cute. She just wanted someone to serve her while she lazes around. Don’t trust her. Run away when you get a chance,” Fabiana tried to convince her.
“And go where?” Niubao asked. “You gonna take care of me?”
Fabiana was left speechless, cheeks flushed red.
Witchcraft! Samimi must have brainwashed the kid!
She’s a cleric, after all—must be using dark spells to charm the whole town!
“As a knight, all you do is sow discord. Your moral character is truly impressive,” Samimi quipped with sharp sarcasm.
“You—!” Fabiana was rattled, springing to her feet in fury, but couldn’t find a single word to counter her.
“I may not be a good person, but none of you are saints either,” Samimi opened her eyes beneath the black cloth.
Even with her eyes covered, Fabiana could feel the sharpness of her gaze through the enchanted blindfold. She was momentarily stunned.
“Food’s ready,” Samimi cut off the argument, heading to the table for lunch.
Niubao reluctantly served Fabiana a bowl of rice.
The three of them ate lunch in total silence.
Samimi and Niubao, being quick eaters, finished everything in moments.
Fabiana, dawdling and suspicious, realized too late—only scraps of veggies and a few meat crumbs remained for her.
Samimi had at least left her something.
After the meal, Samimi and Niubao went out for a walk, leaving Fabiana behind to sulk and stew in her thoughts.
“You think pretending to be a blind nun will atone for your sins, huh?” Fabiana muttered bitterly at Samimi’s retreating back.
“I will find evidence of your crimes!”
That night, Fabiana still refused to leave the Sweetmelon Chapel, unwilling to stay at an inn. She claimed a spare room—of course, she had to pay for it.
“Go clean up—you stink.”
She finally removed her heavy white armor and relaxed a bit, dropping her guard for the first time.
Fabiana boiled a kettle of water and returned to her room to wipe herself down. That counted as a bath.
But it was all a trap.
Just before, she’d deliberately walked past Samimi and loudly declared she was going to bathe—classic honey trap bait. She wanted to catch Samimi red-handed.
Everyone remembers, after all, that Samimi has a secret female-loving quirk.
Creak~
The wooden door cracked open.
“Hmph! Got you!”
Fabiana lunged and yanked the door wide open—only to grab…
“Ah?! Knight lady, what are you doing?!” Niubao shrieked, dropping her plate of fruit.
“Eh?” Fabiana froze, awkwardly clutching the wrong person.
“What’s the ruckus?” Samimi poked her head out from the next room, visibly groggy and confused.
“Sister, I was just bringing her some fruit and she jumped out and grabbed me!” Niubao stammered.
“What the hell is your problem?” Samimi rushed over and pulled Niubao behind her, glaring at Fabiana with full vigilance.
“I…” Fabiana couldn’t even explain herself.
“Fruit isn’t cheap, y’know. We barely had money to buy any before,” Samimi scolded. “These were gifts from the townspeople, and you just wasted them.”
“I’ll pay,” Fabiana said quickly, trying to fix the situation with her wallet.
“I don’t want your money. I want you to respect food,” Samimi snapped. “Not everyone is impressed by your filthy rich-knight attitude.”
With that, she crouched down to pick up the fallen fruit pieces and plates.
After cleaning up, Samimi and Niubao headed back to their room to rest.
Fabiana stood to the side, trembling slightly, feeling worse than ever.
She crept quietly to the window of their room to spy.
She had wanted to bait a peeping tom—yet now she was the one peeking.
Inside, Samimi sat calmly on her wooden bed, meditating. Faint lights of healing magic glimmered around her—a peaceful scene of focused cultivation.
Beside her, Niubao read a storybook in the soft glow, sitting quietly. When she grew sleepy, she climbed into bed on her own.
The sight was so warm, so peaceful, so enviable.
“It’s only the first day… I will catch you slipping.”
“I refuse to admit… Samimi is not a good person.”
The more Fabiana watched, the more complicated her emotions became.
But outwardly, her lips remained firm and stubborn.