“I don’t even know if I’m seeking revenge for Yu Yang or for Nancy. Or maybe it’s because of your case… I shot and killed them.” Qiqi Quan’s tone was calm and emotionless.
“I saw… I saw Samimi in an illusion, hugging all our Hero Party members and slaughtering every one of them.” Ke Bos, holding her head, murmured to herself, “She even wiped out the Royal Light Cavalry, and then killed more and more people, and in the end, became the legendary Mage King.”
“You believe that just because of some random rumor? If Samimi really wanted to kill, do you have any idea how many knights would already be dead down there? If she wanted to kill the Grand Archbishop, she could’ve shattered him on stage from the very beginning. She’s a hundred times smarter than you think; she knows killing people would only bring her trouble. So, she absolutely wouldn’t kill anyone—not right now, at least, not if there’s no benefit. I know her well.” Qiqi Duo analyzed the situation with a cold, rational tone.
It made too much sense; Ke Paisi was left more confused than ever.
The inner demons she had struggled with for so long were shattered with a few words from Qiqi Ling. That only made her feel even more lost.
“This is what you call the future of the elves? With brains and cowardice like that? I’ll be grateful if she doesn’t bring the whole race to ruin.” Qiqi Er sneered at Nancy, continuing her taunt.
Nancy fell silent again.
That silence weighed heavily on Ke Paisi, making her feel unbearably pressured by the very sight of Nancy’s drooping head.
“You two better keep your distance. This has nothing to do with you. I’m warning you: don’t mess around again. Next time, I won’t show any mercy.” Qiqi Zha pulled away her small hand, preparing to leave the rooftop.
“You’re not going to avenge Samimi?” Ke Bos asked.
“You really think this wound could kill Samimi? Let alone killing her, if you so much as scratched her, the Holy Knight Order would be here right now to flatten you.” Qiqi Ren countered.
“Why? Weren’t the Holy Knights just beaten down earlier?” Ke Luosi blinked in disbelief.
“Why, why, why? Is that all you know how to say? You really don’t get it at all; you and Nancy aren’t even from the same world. Just stick to your upright Hero’s path. We have our own grand and shadowy cause to fulfill—ours is nothing like yours. Best if you stay out of our sight.” With that, Qiqi Jiu left the rooftop.
Ke Bos looked at Nancy, her lips moving as if to speak, but in the end, she said nothing.
Nancy didn’t say a word either. She turned, her figure fading from sight in an instant, not sparing Ke Bos another moment.
Thinking back, not long ago, they were close, good juniors and seniors, her first time meeting another of her kind. Nancy had always been patient and generous, teaching her many advanced archery skills.
Nancy wasn’t just her senior; in a way, she was also her teacher—though she never formally took her as a disciple.
Now, a dark elf tells her that her old mentor got close just to kill her own father?
How is she supposed to accept that? How can she process it all?
Ke Bos rolled off the rooftop, directly climbing down the building this time—no one came to help her.
“Quick, search this area!”
At the same time, the Inquisition Knights sent to track down the culprit burst through the rooftop door, but the rooftop was still empty.
They could never hope to catch the elusive elves—if an elf doesn’t want you to see her, you simply won’t.
Just like the White-haired Witch Bemore, even though she climbed down the building, Ke Zhi was like a cat, nimbly crawling down the wall, her strong fingers clinging to the stone without any effort.
Anyone would think she was rushing to her death, but in fact, she was just taking a shortcut downstairs.
“Samimi… isn’t dead yet… Because of you… Hero… Witch… Knight… Seniors… everyone left me for her sake…”
Frolro’s eyes burned scarlet, and once again, the mad dog’s rage swept through her mind.
Sniping from afar no longer satisfied her obsessive desire; she had to get closer, to clutch Samimi’s collar, look into her eyes, listen to her explanation, receive her guarantee—only then could she calm herself down.
Standing still in the street, blending into the crowd, she suddenly vanished without a trace.
Her Phantom Box evasion skill was much more refined than before, and she moved with a kind of desperate speed.
And as for Frolro, she completely ignored Qiqi Qin’s words. “You want me not to look for Samimi? Then I insist on meeting her!”
On the other side, Qiqi Duo made her way to a deserted alley, pulling out a sealed letter from her bosom. It was sent to her by Captain Frolro of the Chasing Demon Knights.
The captain assured her they were safe for now and told her not to worry.
Everyone already knew she had been betrayed by the Grand Archbishop, and the entire Chasing Demon Bureau had gathered in Sweet Melon Town to protect Lady Meishan Wenlin.
Besides the Chasing Demon Knights and Judge Knights, there were now several Church knight orders joining Lady Mei Yi Ai Qin’s ranks—even a strong cleric healer team directly commanded by Cat Demon Cultist.
Everyone was waiting for their signal; with a single order, the whole army would march north, storming the Grand Cathedral of Jiali Si in the Royal City.
“What the hell are they up to?” Qiqi Quan rubbed her aching head.
She felt stretched too thin—she truly wasn’t avoiding Samimi, there was just too much to deal with. “Samimi, you just lie low for a while, okay?”
To prevent her squad captain and that useless Tanuki prince from doing anything reckless, she had to rush back to Sweet Melon Town as fast as possible and keep them from starting a real fight.
Qiqi Quan arrived at a shabby storage shack, retrieved the equipment she had stashed there earlier, and headed to the changing room to don her specialized armor.
She no longer needed the identity of a Female Valkyrie Knight; she could return to being a Chasing Demon Knight.
She had thought the Funeral Procession would mark the end of the incident, never realizing it was just the beginning.
Samimi’s attack had originally been a plan to kill her way out of the Royal City, to flee all the way to Sweet Melon Town, rally support, and then return to raise a peasant rebellion—counterattacking the Royal City.
But the arrival of Saint Ofisa made her change her plans—such is the value of power and connections.
As it turned out, the Second Company Commander of the Holy Knight Order was her own ally, which meant she could operate from within and didn’t have to resort to mutual destruction so quickly.
But, even so…
“Oww… it hurts…” Samimi had already been lying in her sickbed for a whole day. Her body ached all over; she couldn’t move at all.
This was what happened when a high-ranking cleric overdrew her powers for too long. Add to that being battered around by the Mage King’s magic like a rubber ball—her body had suffered severe trauma.
If it weren’t for the fundamentally robust constitution of otherworlders, she’d probably be scattered in pieces by now—staying intact was a miracle.
If, in her post-battle condition, she was found and captured by enemies, she would be as good as dead—certainly tortured brutally, and this story would quickly shift from a carefree isekai tale to an 18X forbidden book.
But that was impossible. She was now under the protection of the Second Company of the Holy Knight Order.
They called it a chapel, but in reality, it was just a military barracks.
She was being kept in a large medical ward—”quarantined,” they said, but in truth, she was just receiving treatment there.
Well, the Company Commander of the Holy Knight Order’s Second Company happened to be her old acquaintance, after all.
So, Samimi just lay in the hospital, nibbling on fruit snacks. This was the charm of having connections—so comfortable.
“You wretched girl, do you know how much trouble you’ve caused me?”
Little did she know, Second Company Commander Ofisa was losing her mind over Samimi’s antics.
Not just her—the entire Church, the whole Royal City, was thrown into chaos by the Cat Demon Cultist Samimi’s situation.
How could she even begin to explain it?
Outside, things had gotten so out of hand, words could no longer describe it!
The Royal City’s hundreds of thousands had split into wild factions: radical activists, conspirators, surrenderists, neutrals, reformists, royalists, conservatives, no one could stay out of this wild revelry, and everyone was swept into the chaos.
No one could deny it, the Cat Demon Nun’s performance was so spectacular, so dazzling.
Unless you were a fool, everyone was talking about her people even dared to publicly denounce the Church’s corruption and the Grand Archbishop’s incompetence.
Once upon a time, that was unimaginable. Back then, even hinting at such things would get you arrested by the Inquisition Knights. Now, everyone was bold enough to speak.
Because even the Inquisition Knights were trashing the Church! The harshest insults were coming from them!
Everyone who’d ever felt silenced could now speak out, and it was all thanks to the Cat Demon Nun.
As long as there was a hero, a leader, everyone would follow and that was humanity’s special trait.
It was clear everyone had been holding in anger at the Church for a long time. Public opinion was wholly against the Church, and even its internal ranks resented their superiors.
The whole city was like a powder keg, ready to explode at any moment.
Faced with this, the two Hongyi Grand Archbishops became reclusive turtles, refusing to see anyone.
Grand Archbishop Zilu Si holed up in the main cathedral at Jiali Si, originally the Pope’s private quarters, now occupied by him.
Even so, he kept sending his trusted men to the Holy Knight Order’s Second Company, demanding the handover of two suspected nuns, ordering their transfer.
“Get lost! Since when do you get to take over from us Holy Knights? How many times do I have to tell you!”
That was what gave Ofisa such a headache—her own barracks was now surrounded by the Grand Archbishop’s spies, leaving the Second Company stuck inside, unable to act.
She could say a few tough words and the Archbishop’s cronies would scamper off, but soon enough, they’d come knocking again—worse than cockroaches.
Xin Feika knew he was just stalling for time. With her present, no one could snatch anyone from the Second Company.
But she wasn’t the most powerful in the Church. There were still several other high-ranking clergy who could take her on—if the Hongyi Grand Archbishop brought one in, she’d be finished.
“You know how much trouble you’ve caused me…”
Ofisa returned to the infirmary, sat by the sickbed, buried her face in her hands, and looked utterly exhausted as she patted the little Samimi on the head, unable to keep from laughing.
“It really is always you, isn’t it, kiddo?”
Samimi’s expression grew serious, and she showed her gratitude.