“You little lady, the moment you came to the Holy Word Society, you dragged all of us into the water. Now that we’re tied up with you, we can’t help the rest even if we wanted to. If that Nameless Archbishop recovers, he’ll settle the score with each of us one by one,” Kuoden Morbi said with a faint smile.
We must act first. We need to pull out their hidden cards and crush them,” Samimi declared.
“It’s easy to say, but what exactly do we do?” Xinfika asked.
“Brother, I have a plan,” Samimi pointed skyward with her little hand, a wicked grin on her face.
“You? You actually have a plan?” Ophika questioned skeptically.
“Of course! Since the Kunyan Society plans to announce everything loudly at the People’s Square in the Kingdom, why don’t we hold a second public trial ourselves? I’ve already thought up the name—let’s call it the [Demon-Hunting Nun Judgment Conference].” Samimi sneered coldly.
“What do you mean by that?” Ophika asked.
“Since the world craves the truth, I’ll give them a ‘truth.’ We have to make it grand enough, loud enough, so that everyone witnesses the demise of the Demon-Hunting Nun. Of course, the Inquisitor, Executioner, Judgment, Organizer—all the key roles will be played by our own people,” Samimi explained.
“So that’s your idea,” Li Deng Morbi was the first to grasp Samimi’s plan.
“We’ll do what we do best—put on a play,” Samimi laughed.
“Brother, I can’t outtalk you. No choice. I’ll send people to make the arrangements,” Ophika gave a helpless smile, but in the end could only throw herself into Samimi’s scheme.
“By the way, I have some news for you,” Moden Jiao Bi turned to Ophika, suddenly adding, “Your Grand Leader is on his way back to the Royal City with the Third and Fourth Company Commanders. Once he returns, you won’t be able to stay hidden anymore. It was definitely the Nameless Archbishop who summoned them—it’s all to deal with you.”
“This is serious. Those old leaders care nothing for justice or evil. Anyone who threatens the Church’s unity, they’ll move to suppress,” Ophika looked at Samimi, her eyes signaling:
It’s you! You troublemaker, always stirring up chaos until there’s no way to end it!
“There’s not much time left. Get your body back in shape quickly. Why are you always dragging me along? Are we a good match or not?” Ophika slapped Samimi’s swollen belly as she got up, scolding as she left, still going to make arrangements according to Samimi’s plan.
“Thank you,” Samimi gritted her teeth in pain, yet still managed to thank her.
This wasn’t just empty politeness—she was truly grateful for the Saintess’s full support.
Without the help of the Kunyuan Priestess, she’d really be in prison by now.
“Such an interesting affair, count me in. I’ll go back and relay the message for you, help them lower their guard,” Kuoden Morbi said sincerely, offering help.
“Won’t it affect your work? Aren’t you not with the Church?” Mimi asked.
“It doesn’t matter. I’m also a Special Envoy of the King. Our job is to poke around. Remember to save me a good seat at the Judgment Conference,” Moden Ji Bi replied with a smile.
With that, she got up, put on her hood, hummed a cheerful tune, and left the little medical hut.
“Oh, right. I can arrange a court Nurse to help you recuperate—hope you recover soon,” Kuoden Ku Bi popped back in through the window with a smile.
“Thank you, but aren’t you a Water Magician? You should know a bit of healing magic, right? Or maybe not, since you’re a Frost Magician,” Samimi said.
“Nonsense! I’m both a Water Magician and a Frost Magician. My Special Talent lets me switch Water Element between two states at will, but I’m not as amazing as you. I’m not a dual innate-element mage,” Kuoden Ku Bi explained.
Learned something new. Samimi commented quietly.
“Goodbye,” Moden Yi Bi finally left, reluctant as she was to leave, as if she really enjoyed keeping Mimi company. After all, she is our Kunyan Society’s future.
“Goodbye,” Samimi, with nothing to do, could only seize the moment to rest and heal, hoping to recover to her best state as soon as possible.
The Frost Magic she’d used before had played a huge role. Now, the entire Royal City’s residents were watching her closely.
Although the story of her being the Demon Nun had already begun to spread, without her own confirmation, it was nothing but a rumor—it couldn’t become legend.
After settling her current situation, she would still need to orchestrate a more explosive Judgement Drama to bring this farce to its finale.
Jade Virtue was also only made a legend after being judged as a witch!
Only tragedies leave scars deep enough to be unforgettable!
But with someone as cunning and deceitful as her around, even tragedies could be fabricated.
With a crafty actress like her, wasn’t it easy to perform any tragedy she wanted?
The Church had tricked the people, step by step, into their current state—feeding off the people’s blood and sweat to become this rotten monster.
So why couldn’t Samimi use the same trickery to manipulate the people’s feelings, control their emotions, and turn them into a People’s Blade to carve through the Church’s bloated body?
“Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it. Don’t forget who gives you water to drink.”
Samimi rested and schemed at the same time, unable to hold back a laugh.
But this time, even if everyone knew Samimi was lying, it would still be a magnificent feat—
Because there was now an unpredictable, monstrous woman taking part in this lively game.
“Enough, wake up!”
After night fell, a drowsy Samimi heard a familiar but somewhat strange voice calling beside her.
Samimi rolled over, feet shuffling in confusion, her head a bit fuzzy, but her nose caught a faint fragrance.
“Excuse me—” Beside her sickbed stood an elegant Nurse, holding a steaming bowl of soup and a spoon, feeding her gently. The aroma was truly appetizing.
“Ah—!”
Samimi didn’t hesitate and leaned forward for a mouthful, but she was immediately scolded.
She looked up and saw a plain-looking human girl Nurse, but somehow the sight gave her a strange sense of déjà vu.
Wait? Human? Why would she be surprised to see a human in her own room?
Of course it’s a human! Could it be something else? Why would she think otherwise? Was it a mistake? Was she not human?
As a transmigrator, if she had such thoughts, it definitely wasn’t just an illusion—there had to be a reason.
“Sorry, let me cool it a bit,” the Nurse gently blew on the soup, her tone soft and giving nothing away.
Samimi hid her suspicions, took a bite, and it really was delicious, but she kept her guard up inside.
The scene was peaceful—the Nurse fed Samimi the entire bowl, each mouthful sweet and clear.
After eating, Samimi lay back down, tucked herself in, then went to the washbasin to clean up.
“Were you sent by Moden Xiong Bi, the court Nurse?” Samimi’s wariness faded a little as she asked.
“Yes,” the Nurse replied.
“May I ask your name?” Samimi asked.
“Yun Lothifen,” the Nurse answered with a gentle smile. She picked up a small basket of water lilies, sat down by the bedside, and began to peel fruit for Samimi.
“Huh?” Samimi only then sensed something wrong.
But it was already too late—a flash of cold steel shone right before her eyes.
“How coincidental, I have a friend with the exact same name,” Samimi could only force a smile.
“Really? What kind of person is your friend?” the Nurse asked with a smile.
That smile made Samimi’s skin crawl—it was the perfect embodiment of a knife hidden behind a smile.
There was no need to pretend! This was definitely her!
But why was she here? And why in this form?
What kind of technique was this? In the original work, there was no record of her having such skills.
“She’s a noble and magnanimous friend, strict with herself, very nice to me, and often lends me money. I don’t resent her at all, really,” Samimi replied in all seriousness.
“Liar. You’re obviously from a rich family, yet always asking me for money and never paid me back a single coin. Don’t you feel guilty?” the Nurse asked.
Mimi started to sweat, scalp tingling.
If she were in perfect condition, she wouldn’t be afraid of her. But right now, with her aching stomach and back, her fighting ability was at its lowest. Facing an opponent who had just disguised herself as a Nurse and succeeded in a sneak attack—she was at a clear disadvantage.
Don’t think bow-users are weak up close! Their close-combat ability can be terrifyingly strong!
Since that’s the case, Samimi stopped pretending. Her smile faded and she asked coldly, “What kind of ability is this? How did you get in?”
In a world governed by these rules, a plain-looking girl appearing at her bedside was already suspicious enough.
“I knocked out the original Nurse, stole her credentials, and disguised myself to sneak in,” the Nurse said.
“How did you manage it? What about your pointed ears?” Samimi pressed.
The Nurse’s aura instantly changed, her face sharpening, killing intent surging from her perfect but cold expression.
Even her ears began to grow out right in front of her eyes.
“What the…” Mimi was stunned.
For once, the little bug was truly shocked—this was no act. There weren’t many things in this world that could still surprise her.
That face was far too familiar.
It was precisely because it was so familiar that she was this shocked, but that wasn’t even the point.
This was magic!
It was the same as the illusion and disguise magic used by Shadow Bow Sisters, but she could tell that this magic was still somewhat crude—not as refined or subtle.
But why could an archer use magic? Was she planning to open her own domain as well?
And this had never happened in the original setting!
For example, the White-haired Witch’s armor-piercing explosive shot—that was a special skill she knew from the beginning, and even if she developed explosive domain powers later, it was still within reason.
But from start to finish, the Arrow of Dream was supposed to be just an archer.
Now, this Nurse uniform–wearing Iron-haired Elf, smiling with a knife behind her back, bow nowhere in sight—are you still the same Arrow of Dream from the original?