“What are you doing!” Close showed her long legs as she lay on the ground, shouting.
“You obsessive stalker, you’re determined to keep following me. Don’t even think about it; just stay right here.”
Samimi and Niubao used both hands and feet to pin her to the ground, pulling out a hemp rope to tie her up.
“You have so many sisters in the Church—are you really planning to just walk away and ignore everything?” Close questioned her.
“Don’t think everyone is like you, someone who can’t survive without being part of a group. Without me, they’ll live strong lives just the same.”
Samimi reached out and patted Close’s little buttocks, grumbling as she spoke.
After finishing the job, Samimi immediately took off her clothes right there. She stowed away her black Demon-Expelling Nun robe and her nun’s habit, changing into a set of white Pastoralist robes and a small white hat.
However, from now on, she wouldn’t wear white stockings or small leather shoes. She continued to wear her black garters and combat boots, which were better for mobility, hidden under the long robe.
“What do you want to do!” Close asked, startled. She had thought Samimi was going to violate her, but it turned out she was just changing clothes.
Finally, Samimi took the Shengzui Xianshenluo out and folded it up, tucking it into the pocket over her chest. She said, “Luckily I prepared this in advance last time, otherwise you would have shot me right through.”
The more she thought about it, the angrier she got. Samimi grabbed Close’s neck with one hand, pinching and squeezing it. She gave her two slaps and flicked her forehead, though she still couldn’t bring herself to use too much force.
“You!” Close was furious, but she couldn’t exert any strength. She could only glare with wide, angry eyes.
“I haven’t forgotten the grudge of you shooting me with an arrow. You ungrateful brat, you still want me back on the team? Unless you die first, then I’ll come back. You willing?” Samimi sneered.
“I… didn’t I apologize before? Haven’t we already cleared the air?” Close asked.
“If an apology could bring forgiveness, then what use would I be? I didn’t forgive you; that was just a temporary cooperation. You will always be in my debt. Why would a mentally unstable person like you still want to form a team and hurt people? I suggest you find a mental doctor to treat your head. Get your mental illness cured before you talk about anything else. Besides, you’re not even the Captain. Find the rest of the team members first before you come looking for me. Otherwise, I’ll hit you every time I see you,” Samimi barked, pointing a finger at her chest.
Close’s chest heaved with indignation. She gritted her teeth but couldn’t find any words to argue back.
“Let’s go, Niubao. When it’s dawn, you can yell for help yourself.” Samimi stood up.
With that, she and Niubao pushed open the door and left the Hero Party mansion.
Close rolled around on the ground like a bug. In reality, she could already shout for help and have people come to ruin Samimi’s escape plan.
But as she watched Samimi’s back as she opened the door and left, she didn’t make a sound, letting her go.
Because at this final moment, the old heartless and brainless Close had actually changed a tiny bit after experiencing so many things.
At the very least, her skin had thickened slightly, she still had a bit of pride, and most importantly, she could finally understand human speech.
Close had realized something.
Samimi was actually a tsundere!
(Does the sickly Elf lady think the Miworm lady is a tsundere? Why would I have such a dream?)
Samimi had a hundred reasons to kill her, but she didn’t strike twice. She only hit her twice; wasn’t that ‘dere’?
Furthermore, Close felt that although Samimi didn’t want to return to the Hero Party, she was thinking of them everywhere, even introducing her sister to them.
And finally, she didn’t say she wouldn’t join at all, but rather told her to gather the people first.
The original Hero Party still had hope for reorganization!
Unfortunately, Samimi only said those words because she wanted to get away. She was selling her sister for peace and quiet, painting a big, fake picture.
A Miworm is only lazy, not ‘dere’.
Thinking carefully, that Close person is only sick, not ‘dere’ either.
Times have changed; as long as you’re good-looking, no matter what you are, you’re ‘dere’.
Samimi liked Close’s face. It was also because of her looks that she didn’t beat her to death. One can see the importance of appearance.
Nowadays, what female character would really be ‘dere’ for you? Real ‘dere’ means no brains, no emotional intelligence, no IQ, princess syndrome, green tea behavior, and being unreasonably troublesome.
Because the audience’s taste has changed. The audience is no longer those naive teenagers who have beautiful fantasies about women. Everyone’s dream filters for beautiful girls have been shattered by internet information.
They would rather be stabbed in the chest by a bad woman than face those green tea girls who are different on the inside than the outside—those brainless troublemakers are disgusting to look at.
Though Samimi had no right to call others ‘tea’, the person who lived most comfortably in the Otherworld was the Miworm!
Analyzing it this way, Samimi really was a top-tier noble blonde brat, a real piece of work.
After giving Close another beating, Samimi and Niubao easily slipped away and left the Royal City. No one could stop them anymore.
Furthermore, Samimi had changed her look. From now on, it seemed the Demon-Expelling Nun style couldn’t be easily used.
The name of the Demon-Expelling Nun was now known to everyone.
There’s no need to repeat the legends about the Demon-Expelling Nun here. When there’s nothing else to talk about later, we can pull them out and chat about them again.
From this moment on, she was about to enter the second phase of the Otherworld: the “wolf in sheep’s clothing” phase.
This is one of the classic tropes of Otherworld light novels, one that never gets old.
In one scenario, the protagonist is the alt-account of some high-level existence, or a descendant of a Hero, or a reincarnation of a god. They can be as cool as they want, equivalent to starting a New Game Plus to descend and show off.
However, this increasingly exaggerated trope of showing off is no longer accepted by the public. it’s too low-level and childish; one look at the beginning and it can be labeled as “toilet paper.”
So now, more light novels follow the low-profile, high-class route of showing off.
The protagonist is no longer the reincarnation of some god; that’s too common.
Now, many protagonists’ identities are the mysterious boss of some god-tier organization, who then pretends to be a high school student or something during the day, living a mundane life.
Then, the high school student protagonist waits for the right moment to reveal their identity and show off big time. Nowadays, showing off must be paired with some slightly pretentious intellectual battle stories to be more satisfying and not seem so mindless.
This formula can also be perfectly applied to magic light novels.
The protagonist is the boss of some god-tier organization. The protagonist usually goes to school in some Magic Academy and even has to be a bottom-tier student looked down upon by everyone. Then a beautiful princess must come over to get slapped in the face; that’s the right flavor.
Finally, applying this formula to the current Miworm is also completely feasible.
Now she was no longer that obscure Zombie Priest, but the famous Demon-Expelling Nun.
The name of Samimi Closs spread through the United Kingdom like a virus.
But Samimi didn’t want to be this famous. Unfortunately, it was already unstoppable. The massive fame was a kind of shackle to her.
Fame and money are useless things in the Otherworld. Only those natives who don’t understand the essence of the Otherworld would pursue such things.
A quiet life of farming could no longer continue. She couldn’t go back to Sweet Melon Town to continue being a local Nun.
If she wanted to adventure freely in the future, she could only temporarily abandon the identity of Samimi Closs.
Fortunately, for Samimi, a Transmigrator who had read all kinds of Otherworld “face-slapping” novels, this wasn’t a difficult problem to solve. She just needed to apply the tropes she had just analyzed.
Samimi still had an identification document in her hand.
That was the Team Combat Pastoralist certification from the Valkyrie High Holy See Knight Order. The name was Sabarina Guanen.
This was the fake identity she would use to travel the Otherworld from now on, while the identity of the Demon-Expelling Nun would be shelved for a while.
Otherwise, walking around like a big star and being surrounded everywhere she went would be unbearable.
“Sister, are we not going back to Sweet Melon Town?” Walking along the trade road after leaving the Royal City, Niubao realized the direction they were heading was the complete opposite of home.
“Niubao, you can’t call me Sister anymore. You have to call me Pastoralist, and you can’t call me by my real name,” Samimi said. “You must remember this; it’s very important.”
“Sister, then you can’t call me Niubao either,” Niubao replied, acting a bit clever.
“Fine, Niubao baby,” Samimi said even more mushily.
“Pastoralist Nun,” then Niubao gave her a hard time too.
“…Niubao,” Samimi sighed, forced to admit defeat.
“Pastoralist,” hearing that, Niubao finally smiled with satisfaction.
To think even the honest and simple Cow would use her brain; it could only be said that one is influenced by those they associate with.
Niubao was carrying a large bundle, which was all of their luggage. she was even holding a box of gold coins, hanging two hammers from her waist and carrying another hammer on her back—a real little monster.
But this highlighted a problem: there was too much stuff, making travel inconvenient.
Moreover, their equipment would only increase. They had to find a good way to solve this problem.
Sigh! I, the Transmigrator Samimi, just happen to have a way to solve this.
With a travel goal in mind, I will no longer hesitate.
After leaving the Royal City, Samimi took Niubao south, abandoning all carriages and traveling through the night.
Even as she said that, she couldn’t help but review her recent experiences in her mind.
She had gone to the Magic Academy and met the Heretical Magician lady, and there was also the Pastoralist girl Rebecca.
Oh no! I forgot about the “mana-charging treasures” I was cultivating!
Right, I remember now. The once-in-a-thousand-years Miracle Healer, Rebecca Sif, and that powerful Green Demon Art.
And then there was the Scarlet Courtyard Dungeon where she met the protagonist of that line, the chubby Knight Qiqi Zhu.
Both of them were elite teammates she had scouted. When the time was right, she would return to the Royal City to summon them.
To avoid exposing their tracks, the two took small paths instead of the Great Trade Road.
“Royal City, goodbye.”
Samimi and Niubao climbed to a hilltop and stopped to look back.
She would be back, but at that time, she would return with a different identity.
The Demon-Expelling Nun died at this moment, but she would be resurrected.
Now, I am the adventurer, Sabarina Guanen.
“Pastoralist, where are we going next?” Niubao asked.
“South!” Samimi answered. “We’re going south, Niubao.”
“Pastoralist, do you have to add ‘baby’ to everything?” Niubao gave her a look, full of dissatisfaction.
“Just kidding, Niubao,” Samimi joked.
“You don’t keep your word, Pastoralist,” Niubao complained.
“In private we can use nicknames, but in front of outsiders, we use official names,” Samimi laughed.
“Oh… alright,” Niubao was momentarily dazed by the explanation, feeling it made some sense.
Yup, this half-elf really has mental problems.