Since the Penitent Nun could cast a Double Magic Shield, of course, she could also perform Double Enchantment.
“Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!”
Surging rose-colored magic burst from behind the Penitent Nun, and thorny roses made of manifested magic began spreading through the air.
Now everyone understood why a support cleric would carry a longsword on her back—she was a battle cleric!
And what kind of weapon enchantment could make a scene this jaw-dropping?!
Looking back, the magic shield she used on herself was like a fortress wall, while the one she gave the orc nun was relatively normal.
Likewise, the enchantment on the orc nun’s weapon looked like a standard enchantment. But the one she cast on her own weapon? The aura alone was enough to shock the heavens and make ghosts weep—its power must be utterly terrifying!
“Damn it! Damn it all! Two against one is unfair!”
Red Lion twisted his neck to glare at the scene. His face was contorted, uglier than a goblin’s, and he shouted furiously.
He was pouring everything he had into maintaining a high-output flame shield, barely holding off the orc nun’s enchanted golden sword. He had no energy left to defend his back.
If the Penitent Nun struck now, he’d be finished.
As was analyzed from the start—once the two opponents split their positions, his defeat had already been sealed.
But at that very moment—
The magical barrier surrounding the hexagonal white-brick dueling platform was suddenly deactivated.
“Stop!”
Someone shouted—but their hands had already released a high-speed fireball, targeting the Penitent Nun from the side.
“?”
Samimi halted her sword-drawing charge, then calmly raised a Wall of Thorns to block the incoming fireball with ease.
She turned her head coldly and saw that her attacker was an orange-haired senior—standing at the front of the Fire School—the current president of the Fire School.
And it wasn’t just her. Several Fire School mages suddenly stormed onto the dueling platform, forcibly interrupting the match.
Dozens of flame wands instantly pointed at Samimi and Niubao, pressuring them to stand down.
But Red Lion didn’t dare drop his fire shield—Niubao was still pressing forward with her enchanted golden sword.
“Niubao, stop.”
Samimi called out.
Only then did Niubao relax her grip.
She sheathed her sword and glared warily at the surrounding Fire School mages with her beast-like eyes.
“You filthy beast—”
Red Lion snarled viciously. As he dispelled his flame shield, he tried to launch into a verbal tirade, hoping the numbers were on his side.
“Bam!”
But before he could finish, Niubao suddenly lunged and headbutted him with full force.
“Argh!”
His handsome face was instantly disfigured, blood spurting from his nose as he collapsed to the floor, writhing in agony.
The rest of the Fire School students froze—none could react in time.
Then, Niubao performed a slick backstep, darting back to Samimi’s side like a cockroach—slippery and lightning-fast.
So shameless! But hey, aside from not knowing many skills, Niubao was starting to look more and more like a qualified knight.
“Now, what exactly is going on here?”
Samimi wasn’t even angry. Instead, she smiled brightly and looked at the orange-haired president.
“This match was unfair. We have the right to stop the duel,” the president replied.
“Don’t tell me you’re saying two-on-one is unfair? But didn’t that cowardly guy say he didn’t care at the start?”
Samimi asked with an innocent smile.
“He…”
The orange-haired president tried to respond seriously.
“Don’t tell me you’re saying his words don’t count? Don’t tell me he’s just some little brat who spouts nonsense? Really? He’s your vice president, right? And you’re telling me he’s just a lucky charm who can have his duels interrupted by anyone?”
Samimi cut her off with layered sarcasm.
“……”
The orange-haired president was silenced. She had no comeback.
The entire Fire School’s faces turned dark.
Red Lion’s was the darkest of all. No matter how you looked at it, his reputation was utterly destroyed.
Even Bémore, hiding among the Fire School students, tugged her hat lower over her face, trying not to be seen by Samimi.
Unbeknownst to her, Samimi had already spotted her—but chose not to acknowledge her. She didn’t want to waste breath on that mess.
“And you attacked me? A president attacking another mage? Don’t you know sneak-attacking fellow mages is a massive taboo?”
Samimi kept mocking.
“I did not sneak attack. I warned you,” the president shot back.
“Great! So from now on, if a mage yells before attacking, it’s not a sneak attack? Got it.”
Samimi raised her voice so that every other elemental faction could hear.
Immediately, murmurs and mocking whispers spread through the crowd. All eyes turned to the Fire School in ridicule.
Mages cared deeply about their reputations—and Fire mages were particularly proud. Now, their faces were burning with shame. They wished they could dig holes and hide.
But the truth was, most mages were bookish types. Even in groups, they were no match for Samimi when it came to verbal sparring.
In fact, Samimi was grateful to the president for interrupting her powered-up sword technique.
Because her finishing move, the Power Overload Slash, had one core enchantment—Power Overdrive—that she hadn’t even activated yet.
She never intended to fully unleash the attack.
It was just bluffing, a feint to draw Red Lion’s attention and weaken his magical defense, giving Niubao the chance to break through his shield.
Let’s not forget—Samimi’s sword technique had serious recoil. The last time she used it, she dislocated her shoulder. If she could avoid it, she would.
Things didn’t go exactly according to plan—but the outcome was still great.
Even though the Fire School forcibly stopped the duel right before Red Lion was about to lose, Samimi still came out way ahead.
Because this move was a massive blunder.
Originally, it was just Red Lion’s reputation taking a dive. But now? The entire Fire School’s reputation was in the mud.
Honestly, they should’ve just let Red Lion get crushed—it would’ve been better than dragging the whole faction down.
“Niubao, we’re leaving.”
Samimi dusted off her butt and walked away. She lost nothing—and even got to test the strength of the Thorn Crown, which was the most important part.
She was extremely satisfied with the crown’s power. Using it, she could completely overpower one of the top three young mages in the Fire School.
“Stop right there.”
The orange-haired president called out.
“What? You wanna gang up on us?”
Samimi stopped, her back facing the Fire mages. Her voice was cold.
“I don’t mind. But are you prepared to die by our swords?”
“We won’t bully the few with many. We can arrange a proper, fair duel,” the president offered.
“I refuse. I’m not giving you a second chance to save face. Your school can live with the glorious legacy of interrupting duels and inventing pre-announced sneak attacks for life.”
Samimi scoffed.
The orange-haired president visibly winced at her words.
“Don’t touch me!”
Red Lion shoved away the people helping him up. He glared at the retreating backs of the Penitent Nun and the orc nun, grinding his teeth.
White-haired witch Bémore hid under her hat like a rat in the sewer, avoiding Samimi’s gaze.
But her turn hadn’t come yet…
Samimi walked step by step to Priestess Rebecca.
Rebecca truly looked like a stray dog no one wanted.
She was already kneeling on the ground, her expression frozen in fear—waiting for the end.