The next morning, Samimi got up early, unusually not sleeping in.
She double-checked all the locks on Sweet Melon Church, making sure that not even a mosquito could get in after she left.
Though there wasn’t anything particularly valuable in her home, the most expensive item was the golden sword at Niubao’s waist, which they’d be taking with them. The health potions in the storage room could fetch some money, but nothing extraordinary.
In this otherworld, the rules were different from the modern world. As long as one had power and capability, money wasn’t a concern.
To Samimi, money was just worthless scrap metal—as long as she had enough, that was enough.
The rarest and most valuable things in this world were skill books and divine weapons, which sometimes couldn’t be bought no matter how much money you had.
After checking everything, Samimi and Niubao sat at the church entrance with two travel bags, waiting.
Not long after sunrise, two holy knights escorted the purple-robed bishop to the Sweet Melon Church.
“…Impressive,” Samimi said as she eyed the purple-robed bishop.
The fact that Saint Machima could sustain a magical avatar for an entire day—one that could walk, talk, and even looked completely different—spoke volumes about her unfathomable magical power.
For now, Samimi figured it was best not to fall out with her.
“Welcome, Bishop Orie. How are we getting to the Magic Academy?” Samimi greeted her with a beaming smile.
Watching this, Saint Machima—controlling the bishop’s body remotely—felt conflicted. She could clearly tell that Samimi’s smile was fake, her compliments forced. There was no genuine emotion—everything she said was sarcastic and passive-aggressive.
“Do you have an empty room?” the purple-robed bishop asked.
“Empty room? I do… but what for?” Samimi was hesitant. She had just locked everything. Begrudgingly, she led them back inside.
She brought them to an empty storage room—its contents recently moved to the mayor’s mansion—leaving only a few crates of empty bottles in the corner.
As soon as Bishop Orie entered, she exploded into a wave of radiant holy magic that filled the entire room.
Quickly, a complex triple-ring holy magic circle appeared on the floor. Runes and glyphs lit up the walls and ceiling—the entire storage room had become a magical workshop.
“No one knows where the Continental Magic Academy is located. Only this teleportation circle can take you there,” explained the young holy knight.
“You’ll be staying there for at least one semester—half a year. Our church has people stationed there to receive you,” the older knight added.
“Don’t forget your mission: to secure a foothold for the church inside the Continental Magic Academy,” the young knight said sternly.
“There are numerous factions within the academy,” the old knight elaborated. “Mages of the same elemental affinity tend to form alliances. Stronger and more numerous factions gain more influence. It’s a world where only power speaks.”
“How influential is the Church inside the academy?” Samimi asked.
“Zero,” the old knight replied flatly. “Clerics with only healing abilities have no voice there.”
“This mission’s difficulty and reward are totally unbalanced,” Samimi said bitterly, her face souring.
“This is a gift from the Saint,” the old knight suddenly said, pulling out an orange-bound book and handing it to her.
Samimi’s eyes lit up as she received it.
As someone who had transmigrated into this novel, she knew exactly what it was.
It was a skill book—and not just any skill book, but a top-tier [Orange – Legendary Skill Book].
The most powerful skill in her current tree was [Mystic Arts: Sacred Domain], a [Purple – Advanced Skill].
Most of her other enhancement skills were [Green – Basic Skills] or [Blue – Intermediate Skills].
These were standard skills any cleric could learn, not valuable in themselves—only boosted by Samimi’s abnormally high support stats.
Even her strongest skill, Sacred Domain, was kind of mediocre: a support aura that boosted a lot of small attributes. It only really shined when supporting a large group of weaker allies.
She opened the legendary orange skill book. On the first page, in bold letters, was: [Blessing of the Goddess].
“Complete the mission, and there will be more rewards from the Saint,” the old knight said.
“Wait for good news,” Samimi replied with a bright smile, stepping into the teleportation circle with Niubao.
“Good luck,” the old knight nodded.
“You better not let the Saint down,” the young knight said arrogantly. “Don’t embarrass our Church.”
Then the two knights exited the room and shut the door.
Samimi now needed to inject her own magic power to activate the teleportation circle. On the other end, someone had to confirm and receive the signal.
Meanwhile, Saint Machima was still monitoring them remotely. Though the magical avatar had dispersed, the glyphs on the walls included a secret magic eye she had added, still linked to her scrying crystal ball.
Sitting in her chamber, Machima watched the crystal ball’s projection of the black-robed young nun. The cold curve of her jawline, her ruthless aura—it left her entranced.
“BZZZ! BZZZ!”
The signal was received. The teleportation circle glowed in its second stage.
In the blink of an eye, Samimi and Niubao were transformed into magic particles and transported thousands of miles to a mysterious new location.
Saint Machima stared at the now-empty room and suddenly felt a pang of loneliness.
“Cough! Cough! Ugh!”
On the other side, Samimi and Niubao had successfully arrived—only to be overwhelmed by nausea and spatial disorientation.
“This place…?”
Samimi immediately noticed how saturated the area was with magic—the very air they breathed was dense with mana.
She instantly understood why this place was considered a mage’s paradise.
It wasn’t complicated: the land itself pulsed with magical energy. Meditating and training here would drastically speed up magical growth.
The surroundings were dim and dusty. In front of them was a tightly sealed iron gate, behind them solid brick walls on every side.
There was a dusty old cot nearby, and on the floor lay an ancient, decaying teleportation circle—who knew how long it had been there?
This place was clearly a prison cell.
“Why did we get teleported directly into a jail? Could this be a trap by Saint Machima?”
“Hello? Anyone there?” Samimi called out.
From outside the bars, a black-haired girl in priest robes appeared. She glared coldly at Samimi with contempt.
“It’s you again. How much more do you plan to take from me before you’re satisfied?”
Samimi brushed her bangs aside, activated Clarity Vision, and examined the girl closely. After thinking for a while, she finally asked:
“…Who are you again?”
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