“I’m just a nobody, who would recognize me?” Samimi waved her little hand.
“You really don’t know how famous you are? Everyone in the Church knows the nun wearing the Sinner’s Blindfold is the Demon-Hunting Nun. They may not recognize your face, but they know the Sinner’s Blindfold on your face. In the entire Kingdom, you’re the only Sinner Nun—how could you hide?” said the Papal Left Hand, Fen Lin.
“I have my own way.” Samimi gave a light laugh.
Seeing her so confident, the Papal Left Hand didn’t ask any more questions and could only choose to trust her.
“Niubao, you stay here to protect everyone, protect the Church, and protect the town.” Samimi even left Niubao behind this time—it was truly a solo mission.
“I want to go with Sister Lu.” Niubao looked very reluctant to follow the order, clearly wanting to go with Samimi.
But though Niubao might seem a little slow, she wasn’t dumb at all.
She knew that her own bull horns were too conspicuous. There was no way she could go on a secret mission with the nuns; she’d only get in the way.
“Niubao, I’m counting on you. You have to learn how to make the right choices without my instructions.” Samimi gently stroked Niubao’s head, knowing she wouldn’t be able to watch over her for a while.
“Alright, I understand. I’ll work even harder at sword training.” Niubao nodded, her eyes full of determination.
“Niubao has grown up. I’m very happy.” Samimi smiled gently, then left the Sweet Melon Chapel.
The moment the Demon-Expelling Nun left, everyone felt uneasy, but they all knew—
She was going to risk everything alone for them because they were all too powerless.
Samimi first hurried to the Doctor’s Association along the wall, picked up a set of pristine white Priestess Robe, and then went back to her room to change out of her old, pitch-black nun’s habit.
She took off her heavy Headdress and put on a beloved little white cap, changed from black stockings to new white ones, took off her sturdy military boots, and put on shiny, brand-new little leather shoes.
Even her worn-out cloth satchel needed to be swapped out; she took a square, rigid medical pouch with her. But it wasn’t for medicine—it was for the Sun Gold Sutra, which she had carefully wrapped in white cloth.
Fully changed into a fresh outfit, Samimi stood in front of the Mirror. Her entire aura had changed—indeed, clothes make the woman.
The dark, somber, intimidating Demon-Hunting Nun, veiled in black and shrouded in sorrow, had vanished, replaced by a cute, youthful, lively priestess girl, exuding nothing but the vigor of youth.
Of course, this alone was not enough—because all someone had to do was look at her chest and they’d know the truth.
On her chest was the Sin-Bearing Scar, a curse mark she could never erase.
As long as she wore it, no matter how adorable she dressed, it was no use.
But…
“[Blessing of the Goddess].”
The edges of the Sinner’s Blindfold shimmered with faint crimson magic, the runes glowing as they unraveled one by one. In an instant, the Sinner’s Blindfold slipped from her neck and became a thin, black strip of cloth.
Samimi gently caught the Sinner’s Blindfold. Without the veil over her eyes, her vision suddenly brightened, making her feel a little uncomfortable.
She folded the Blindfold carefully and put it in her most important pocket at her waist. She would need it again in the future, ready to put on at a moment’s notice.
Because the Sinner’s Blindfold was her most important identifier. Everything she had done so far had been as the Demon-Expelling Sinner Nun.
She could never truly separate herself from the Sinner’s Blindfold; it had already become the defining trait of her identity.
Samimi looked once more at herself in the Mirror, finding the unfamiliar girl before her a bit strange—let alone seeing herself dressed as a priestess.
Now, her appearance was absolutely flawless—a cute, pure priestess maiden, with not a hint of the past.
Samimi gave herself a butterfly wink and a flying kiss in the mirror—no one could possibly resist her charm.
But seeing herself dressed like this, Samimi could only feel a little embarrassed.
Once everything was ready, she quietly set out.
However, after just a few steps, Samimi turned back to her room and took off her new weapon pack. There was no way a beautiful young priestess could go to the capital carrying that, right?
She placed her new weapon pack back in its case and hid it under the bed before setting out once more.
Night had fallen. A mysterious carriage quietly arrived at a secluded corner of the High-Class Residence District in the capital.
The carriage door opened, and stepping out was none other than the transformed Samimi.
Tsk, this priestess girl outfit was really something—she felt as if she brightened up the whole street the moment she stepped out, catching far too much attention.
But she soon slipped into one of the upscale residential buildings. No doubt this was another plaything arranged by Lord Samimi.
Walking through the elegant house, Samimi felt as if she’d returned to her previous world.
Because the layout of these houses was so much like the modern ones from her previous life, it felt like stepping into a dream.
Yet, in her old world, these small rooms were housing for corporate drones, while here in another world they’d become the residences of the successful. She really couldn’t wrap her head around it.
“Check the address—” Samimi came to the door and knocked.
The door cracked open and inside appeared a man with a head of mushroom hair and a big, round face.
He was none other than the Inspector Knight Commander, wearing the same casual Autumn Clothes at home, looking a little out of place.
“Samimi, you’re here! Great! Come in, quick!” The mushroom-haired man saw Samimi’s cap and his expression—well, no need to mention it—he was clearly delighted.
He immediately tried to get handsy, but Samimi sidestepped with a quick move, slipping into his house to take a look around.
The mushroom-haired man didn’t even sense that anything was off. Seeing a beautiful girl enter his house, he was so thrilled he couldn’t contain himself, hurrying in after her and locking the door with a flourish.
He had no idea he was playing with fire by inviting her in. Nor did he know where he found the courage to do this.
But really, it wasn’t his fault—any man would be smitten seeing Samimi dressed up like this.
It had to be said, Samimi’s former black-garbed Demon-Hunting Nun look appealed more to certain folks, but now her bright, fresh priestess appearance was even more irresistible to men.
Whether they were seven or seventy, men were always boys at heart—there was no way they could refuse the white stockings and youthful aura.
“Samimi, don’t play hard to get—I really love those white stockings,” the mushroom-haired man grinned, seemingly up to something.
“Knight Commander, look—what’s this?” Samimi lifted her hand and lightly tapped him with her cane.
“This is… a staff? Why are you asking about it?” The mushroom-haired man thought she was just being playful.
With his rank, he couldn’t look up too much information, but he still knew Samimi was from a noble family—nobles all had their quirks.
“Yes, it’s a staff, but it’s also a steel pipe,” Samimi smiled faintly.