“What are you trying to do?”
Samimi’s smile gradually faded.
“Show me your magic! Let’s duel here and now!” Sashafa shouted angrily. “I’ve never thought I was inferior to you. Just because you’re the older sister, I’ve always had to give everything up to you!”
“Haven’t you already taken everything from me?” Samimi asked calmly.
“Today I’ll prove that my magic is superior to yours!” Sashafa raised her holy scepter high.
Samimi realized that unless they fought, she wouldn’t be able to leave the prince’s palace today.
She had already used her wit and psychological tactics to fend off her cheap mother. Now, to deal with this so-called sister, she would need some thunderous measures to put an end to the harassment once and for all.
“Shhh… shhh… shhh…”
Sashafa’s magic began to take shape—manifesting as holy, golden sand swirling around her.
This was an extraordinarily rare magical talent—one in ten thousand. Ever since she awakened this power, Sashafa had been living a cheat-code life, an invincible “heaven-favored” prodigy.
No wonder she dared to act so arrogantly, even defy her elders—she had been hiding something powerful all along.
“Niubao, step back for now,” Samimi said.
“Are you gonna be okay, Miss Nun?” Niubao asked.
“A piece of cake.” Samimi gave her a confident smile.
Niubao nodded, full of faith, and backed away to watch while still holding a few takeout boxes.
“Scared yet? Have you ever seen a power like this before?” Sashafa laughed triumphantly. “This is a force only found in legends—divine power granted by the goddess to her chosen ones!”
This magical element was called Holy Sand (Shengsha).
She had turned her magic into manipulable, holy sand—able to morph into any form at will. Theoretically, it could transform into thousands of weapons.
“Spell Acceleration.”
Samimi casually cast a buff on Sashafa, instantly speeding up her magic flow.
“Wh-What are you doing?! Are you mocking me?! Dispelling—DISPELLING!”
Sashafa panicked and immediately cast Dispel on herself, removing the buff Samimi had given.
“Yes, I’m mocking you,” Samimi smirked. “I admit your talent is impressive. But that’s it. In every other aspect—you’re trash. Slow hands, slow chanting, slow casting—you’re a turtle, aren’t you?”
“Still acting smug?! Fine—Secret Art: Holy Blades!”
Sashafa focused, expertly guiding her holy sand to form floating golden ritual daggers.
This was the signature move of the future “Holy Blade Walker Sashafa.”
Though she hadn’t yet earned the title, in the future she’d be able to summon holy blades from sand and cleave through all evil.
She was both priest and mage—a dual-gifted powerhouse.
While Sashafa’s sand-based magic lacked the flashiness of traditional spells, it was at least a hundred times more dangerous. It combined physical and magical damage, and came with a hidden trait called Shield-Piercing, making it particularly lethal.
Thanks to the unstoppable properties of Holy Sand, Sashafa could wipe out most enemies on first contact—she could even stab a Demon King before they reacted.
But unfortunately…
Samimi was a transmigrator.
She knew all about Holy Sand in advance, and naturally knew how to counter it.
“Kill!”
Sashafa gave the command, and dozens of golden ritual daggers flew toward the dark penitent nun.
“Light Shield.”
“Mana Shield.”
“Holy-Magic Protection.”
Samimi waved her hands and rapidly chanted, conjuring two shields and one specialized defense buff.
- One was the Light Shield, to block physical attacks.
- The other, Mana Shield, was a basic universal spell she was using for the first time. It manifested as a rose-colored wall of brambles.
- Lastly, a targeted defense spell against holy-magical attacks.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The golden daggers struck against her layered shields but were completely nullified—no damage at all.
“Impossible! You can cast Mana Shield?!” Sashafa’s eyes widened in disbelief.
Mana Shield was a basic skill that every real mage could use—and it was also a defining signature of powerful mages.
The shield’s power scaled with the caster’s magic. Theoretically, as long as the mage was strong enough, Mana Shield could withstand anything—even the end of the world.
It was also one of the few known spells that could effectively resist magical attacks, as its collision with enemy spells caused a neutralizing effect, drastically reducing their impact.
And most importantly—priests couldn’t use Mana Shield. Their holy light spells were fundamentally incompatible.
But thanks to the good-evil alignment system Samimi unlocked earlier, her awakening of the Holy Rose Sacred Sword meant she now had a completely new magical aptitude.
Now that Samimi had cast Mana Shield, it was undeniable—she was also a true mage.
“You’re a dual-aptitude magic user too?!” Sashafa clenched her teeth in shock.
“Out of tricks already?” Samimi asked, relaxed.
“Don’t get cocky!”
Sashafa wasn’t giving up—she conjured even more golden flying daggers and unleashed another volley.
Samimi stood firm, hands clasped, calmly channeling magic into her dual shields. She didn’t even budge as the waves of flying daggers shattered harmlessly on impact.
“Why? Why can’t my Holy Blades pierce her defense?”
Sashafa was on the verge of a breakdown. Her unshakable faith in her power was cracking.
She had always been praised in the church as a prodigy—was that all a lie?
“Let me show you what real flying swords look like.”
Samimi opened the spellbook at her waist, letting it float mid-air as it flipped pages by itself.
“Phantom Sword of the Holy Rose.”
A page detached and swirled into a single glowing strip—transforming into a magical flying sword.
“You—You stole my skill?!” Sashafa shrieked in disbelief.
“Strike.”
Samimi raised her hand, and the sword launched like a lightning bolt, cutting through the night.
“Golden Shield!”
Sashafa frantically summoned her own golden shield made from holy sand.
Though similar to Mana Shield in principle, her element’s rarity granted her buffs far beyond what an average mage could achieve.
But then Samimi flicked her fingers—and the Holy Rose Sword curved midair, bypassing the front-facing shield entirely.
Sashafa had a major flaw—her golden shield only protected the front.
“Ahhhh!”
The sword veered straight for her neck. Sashafa screamed and fell flat on her backside.
But the next moment—the rose sword dissipated on its own.
Sashafa was frozen, her knees trembling—feeling as if she had just visited the gates of hell.
Looking up at the serene, composed Samimi—while she herself was sprawled on the ground, a mess—Sashafa’s cheeks turned bright red in humiliation.
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