Was this character even in the book?
As someone who transmigrated into a novel, Samimi possessed knowledge of the future that transcended dimensions, and she had inherited all of the original Samimi’s memories.
But after combing through both sets of memories, she couldn’t recall a single thing about this beautiful black-haired priestess!
This time, Samimi was truly innocent—she had absolutely nothing to do with this woman.
“You don’t recognize me?” the girl-priest froze upon hearing Samimi’s words, her expression growing even uglier.
“I’m sorry if I offended you, Miss Priestess, but I’ve thought about it for a long while and I’m certain we’ve never met,” Samimi replied. “May I ask when exactly we were supposed to have met?”
“Of course you don’t remember. I’m the priestess who replaced you in the Hero’s Party. But because of you, I was never able to fit in. After the battle with the Steelback Dragon, I lost all contact with them,” the girl-priest snorted coldly.
“Oh… so it was you?” Samimi finally had a faint recollection.
She was that once-in-a-millennium genius priestess, rumored to be capable of saving anyone as long as they hadn’t yet breathed their last breath.
Back when Samimi had run into the Hero’s Party during the Steelback Dragon subjugation, she did notice they had a female priest with them.
But since the hero was also surrounded by a whole squad of light cavalry, Samimi had just assumed the priestess was with them.
Besides, this girl had no presence at all and hadn’t uttered a single word. How was she still holding a grudge against Samimi? Being abandoned by the Hero’s Party had nothing to do with her!
Never thought the day would come when this villainess would be made a scapegoat.
“Are you the one receiving us? May I ask your name?” Samimi asked.
“I can’t believe the Church actually handed over the sacred list for the Continental Magic Academy to a penitent nun like you,” the girl-priest continued to grumble.
“…Open the door,” Samimi cut her off coldly, face shifting in an instant.
“Uuuuu~ uwaaa~” Startled by the sudden tone shift, the priestess immediately burst into tears, crouching down in place, sobbing pitifully.
“…?” Samimi was stunned into silence.
Someone could switch expressions even faster than her?
She really couldn’t handle girls crying. Samimi was known for giving in to softness, not force—once she saw a girl cry, all her sharp words evaporated.
“Can’t we just talk this out after you open the door?” Samimi sighed deeply.
Sniffling, the girl-priest finally came over and opened the door, releasing both Samimi and Niubao.
“My name is Rebecca Seaver. I’m the president of the [Healing School] at the Continental Magic Academy,” the priestess introduced herself in a small voice.
“I’m Samimi, and this is Niu—*cough, I mean, her name is Minotauros,” Samimi said, introducing them. “How many people do we have in the Healing School?”
“There was just me originally. Now there are three of us,” Rebecca replied.
“Huh?” Samimi began to sweat.
Isn’t that a bit too miserable? An entire Church faction, and only the three of them were here?
Seems like the haughty Church could only throw its weight around among ordinary civilians. In the core world of magic, no one even cared to glance their way.
“Let me give you a quick tour.”
Rebecca led them out of the underground cell and into a corridor, heading toward a room.
But seriously—why was the teleportation array placed inside a dungeon?
The interior decor followed the classic Western fantasy castle style. Unlike a real castle, though, it was spotless.
Outside the windows stretched an endless green meadow—truly a beautiful view.
Still, the castle itself was tiny, barely three floors at most. It was more like a miniature castle.
Soon, Samimi realized: calling this a “castle” was a stretch. It was just a dorm.
“This is your room. Please take a moment to unpack,” Rebecca said, leading them to a room at the end of the corridor.
It was a standard double-apprentice dorm—two beds, two desks, two bookshelves, and two wardrobes, all arranged in perfect symmetry.
“How many people usually share a room here?” Samimi asked cautiously.
“Normally, each apprentice gets their own room. Their room is also their magical workshop, and workshops often contain a mage’s secrets, so they can’t be shared. But since that child with you isn’t a mage and is just your servant, she has to stay with you,” Rebecca explained.
“Such a loss,” Samimi muttered to herself. Clearly, she had negotiated too conservatively.
“Sister Samimi, please hand me your luggage,” Niubao had already started tidying the room.
“Can you tell me a bit about this place?” Samimi asked.
“This dormitory is called the [Hall of the Dark Moon]. It houses mages who don’t fit in with the mainstream elemental factions. They’re outcasts—marginalized individuals,” Rebecca explained.
“But you’re a priest, not a mage,” Samimi pointed out.
“Healing power is classified here as a heretical ability too,” Rebecca replied.
“So which powers are considered popular?” Samimi pressed further.
“The five major elemental schools: [Water, Fire, Wind, Thunder, Earth]. They control everything. Even when we attend class, we have to shrink back and keep our heads down—or we’ll get bullied. And if you do get bullied, I won’t help you,” said Rebecca.
“Don’t worry. I’m a master at shrinking back. I won’t cause trouble,” Samimi assured her.
“My room is right next door. If you need anything, feel free to come ask,” Rebecca said before walking away.
Although “walking away” was a bit of an exaggeration—her door was literally the next one over.
“Miss Rebecca, I have just one more question,” Samimi called out. “Why did you—a priestess—come here? This is a Magic Academy, not a Clergy College.”
“How was I supposed to know this place would be so discriminatory? But the magical density here helps us priests cultivate faster. And you came too, didn’t you? You’re a priestess yourself,” Rebecca answered before disappearing into her room.
“That’s not necessarily true,” Samimi murmured with a smile.
The biggest difference between a priest and a mage was that priests couldn’t form effective magic shields.
That’s why the low-level divine skill Magic Shield was such a big deal.
Though priests could learn Holy Shield, it only blocked physical attacks and couldn’t protect against magical damage.
Meanwhile, a mage’s magic shield could block everything.
Theoretically, as long as the mage was powerful enough, even if the Earth exploded, their shield would hold.
There was only one way for priests to use a true magic shield: awakening a [dual affinity].
For instance, Samimi’s younger sister Sashafa’s [Holy Sand] could form a magic shield—making her a true mage.
But someone like Sashafa, who could defend, attack, heal, pierce shields, and deal physical damage… that kind of magical powerhouse was one-in-a-million.
After all, wasn’t someone like Sashafa basically invincible?