In that moment, in that instant, Samimi soared with joy, as if she could fly to the heavens, her pleasure overflowing.
She felt like, for a while, she wouldn’t need to worry about whether the Will of the World, the formidable Bai Si, considered her villainous enough or not. At this point, her emotions were surging to the sky!
But after the pleasure faded, she knew she needed to consider the consequences.
Everything was… just too intense!
She still couldn’t help herself, unable to restrain her reckless hands—her greatest flaw was not being able to endure the Holy Flame.
She’d offended people she absolutely should never offend.
In this otherworld, I can offend the Holy See, the Saintess, the Grandmaster, the Hero, even the King, I don’t care! If they don’t agree with me, I’ll fight them! But there’s only one person I must never offend.
Right now, the best plan would be to simply call for the Knight Order to silence the witness here. If she ran away, she’d never have peace for the rest of her life.
But if she did that, she’d be admitting defeat, a total loss, and her otherworldly life would be nothing but failure. She couldn’t choose the path of silencing someone.
There was no other way—at this point, she could only trust her greatest skill.
Trust my tongue, trust my performance, trust my improvisation.
“You call yourself a Hero! You actually fell for the illusions of the Queen of the Blood-Sucking Ghosts! Did you really believe the Queen of the Blood-Sucking Ghosts’ illusions? Has your brain been chewed up by a herd of cows? I’m really, really disappointed in you!” Samimi went berserk, unleashing a tirade, grabbing Krellos’ collar and dragging her close, spitting words like bullets.
“…”
Krellos was still in shock, pointing at her own face, looking utterly pitiful.
“A hired thug? Use your brain! Don’t think your Hero Party rose up through your own merit! Isn’t it all because you’ve got someone powerful backing you? Killing this one, killing that one? You’re really defying the heavens!” Samimi waved Krellos’ limp arms wildly, trying to wrap them around her own head.
“…” Krellos still hadn’t recovered, being swung about by Samimi for dozens of seconds, unable to think, her mind numbed by this physical manhandling.
“It’s not me destroying the Hero Party! It’s your own ignorance! Your own incompetence! Lawless!” Samimi suddenly smashed Krellos with a shoulder strike, knocking her to the ground.
Krellos crashed into a bookshelf, documents scattered all over her, she flailed helplessly on the floor, unable to get up for a while.
After the beating, Samimi finally felt comfortable, slumping to the ground as if exhausted.
The little parasite girl flopped down in a duck-sit full of girlish air, doing her best to appear less aggressive, to show a softer side and comfort the other party awake—it was all just for show.
“My companions and I want to change this rotten salvation! We’re fighting against the entrenched forces of evil! We want to eliminate the parasites living among the Human Race. Every step must be perfect, because there are hundreds, thousands of comrades working with me! If I fail, all of them will be wiped out in the reckoning. Do you understand? That’s why I’m fully justified in dealing with these clueless, useless seeds! I don’t owe you anything, you should get down on your knees and kowtow to me! You half-breed, mixed-up mountain elf!” Samimi kept venting, her tirade growing more and more furious.
She felt like this was the most furious moment of her entire story, not satisfied with just beating her, she had to curse her ancestors to the eighteenth generation.
“You, who got tricked by a Wushan Ghost’s illusions, I saved you and you want to come kill me? Where’s your sense? After hearing you, I feel like I’ve finally seen the truth of these illusions! I should’ve taken care of your Hero Party earlier! Letting any of you remain is a disaster for the Human Race! Sooner or later, you bastards will get the whole race killed! Heroes? Heroes who eat shit!” Samimi was hoarse by the end, her mouth completely dry.
“…”
Finally, Krellos crawled out from under the pile of documents, sitting in a corner, completely cowed by Samimi, unable to utter a single word of rebuttal.
“What are you still standing there for? Get lost! I don’t want to see you! Go back and play your Hero games! Live as you like after that, I don’t care!” Samimi, seeing she wasn’t getting attacked, continued her scolding for another ten minutes.
“What do you take me for? You think I’m the kind of fragile princess who kills her own people the moment something goes wrong? I’m Samimi the Spirit! I’m the Demon-Hunting Nun who got you all kicked out of the party! You think I want revenge and that’s why I’d wipe you all out? Why would I wait till now to do it? Think with your brain for once!” Samimi scolded as she walked up, grabbed Krellos’ collar again, shook her a few times, and tossed her back to the ground—feeling wildly exhilarated, almost addicted.
She picked up her own rune staff, preparing to give Krellos another beating to avenge her earlier fright.
Honestly, she wasn’t afraid Krellos would run away. Even if she wasn’t sure she could beat her one-on-one, she had reliable seniors behind her.
“What are you two doing? We could hear you yelling from outside! Stop it, don’t fight.” The Sage Knight Order Second Company Commander Ophika, hearing the commotion, rushed in to separate Samimi.
“Spirit? Who is she really?” Even Ophika was shocked when she saw the nurse’s face suddenly change, even her race seemed different—she’d always felt there was something off about this nurse, her temperament didn’t match the plain image, and Samimi always kept her close. Now, seeing her true self, it was clear something was up.
“She’s my former teammate, and because of issues with our old party, she’s been bothering me, but it’s fine—we’ve made everything clear now. My attitude has always been obvious, I’ve already cut ties with my past, so please don’t interfere. Whatever you’re worried about won’t happen, unless you insist on coming to die in front of me like now. Otherwise, I’ll never come after you, unlike some people.” Samimi looked down coldly at Krellos, her tone chilling.
“No… I won’t leave.”
Krellos, after being beaten, finally opened her mouth.
She slowly got up, gathering up the scattered documents, her red eyes shining, expression determined—even though half her face was swollen, her silver hair still glimmered.
“You’re still not leaving? Wasn’t I clear enough?” Samimi’s face twisted with frustration—had she really not been heartless enough?
“I said I’d stay. I want to witness everything.” Krellos said, word by word.
“And you are? What right do you have to stay by my side? Useless, ignorant, irrelevant, what business do you have here?” Samimi retorted, “Didn’t I tell you to go back to your Hero Party and play your games? How do I know you won’t betray me? Why should I trust a mentally unstable blood elf?”
With Ophika by her side, Samimi immediately acted bolder, speaking even louder.
Even though Krellos was no ordinary archer, she definitely couldn’t beat the nimble sword-wielding Ophika.
“You can chase me, but I still won’t leave unless you kill me.” Krellos replied.
“Damn it! Are you always this stubborn, like a lump of mouse shit?” Samimi gritted her teeth, helpless.
But Samimi knew she’d already shaken Krellos enough.
Even after being beaten, Krellos wasn’t retaliating, which proved that her words were working.
Even someone as obsessed as Krellos had been talked around by me! My tongue is unstoppable. I’m already looking forward to the coming Judgement Assembly.
“All right, you’re both young, it’s normal to have a temper. If she wants to stay, let her, as long as she helps.” Ophika stepped in as the peacemaker, pulling them apart.
“How do you want me to help?” Krellos asked.
“Not my problem.” Samimi immediately found a way out, pretending not to care, but inside she was overjoyed.
Because this wasn’t just about winning—it was about turning the Arrow of Dream, Krellos, into a pawn.
Ophika was the one who said you could help. You agreed. It wasn’t my idea.
This was a perfect solution.
“So, can we start our operation now?” Ophika asked with a serious expression, turning to Samimi.
“Yes. Let’s begin.” Samimi nodded solemnly.
Ophika took out the sealed confidential files she’d prepared, and quickly opened the secret meeting room.
With this, the reform faction led by the Knight Order and the Holy See’s grandson was fully mobilized.
“Burn them all.” After Krellos left, Samimi used the Holy Flame to burn all the documents, leaving no trace behind.
Her face was ashen as she asked, “You didn’t secretly copy the data, did you?”
“I’ve memorized it all. If you kill me in the end, you really will be exposed.” Krellos replied.
“Ha, who knows?” Samimi waved her small hand and walked off.
Looks like Krellos is a loyal audience—she won’t leave until this grand show ends.
Even after being beaten and cursed, she won’t go.
Well, maybe Samimi isn’t much of an actress—she only knows how to push her own scenes. But as a director, she’s absolutely first-rate.
In fact, the confidential file that Sage Knight Order Second Company Commander Ophika took away contained several plans for the Judgement Assembly.
One copy was the true plan to break free from Gua Town, to be handed to the reformists lurking inside.
Another was a fake proposal to have the palace magister escort and kidnap Archbishop Luth.
The court mage would be told that everything was ready, all was clear, and that he should attend the Judgement Assembly.
“Wonderful!” Archbishop Dong Lushin saw the plan for the Judgement Assembly and was overjoyed, believing it immediately—this was his anticipated Judgement Assembly.
“Please, Archbishop, you must attend in person. We’ll prepare the best seat for you,” Moden Jibi said with a faint smile.
“I’ll be there for sure. Thank you for the support of His Majesty and the help of the magister. You really saved my life!” Archbishop Su Sheng laughed heartily.
“His Majesty is always your ally. I have other matters to attend to, so I’ll take my leave. Farewell.” Moden Jibi left the fake plan behind, turned, and left the main cathedral, almost unable to contain his laughter.