“What are you all doing?! I haven’t lost yet! I can still fight! Why did you interrupt my duel?!”
Red Lion saw Samimi leaving the stage and suddenly exploded on his own people, grabbing a junior’s collar and furiously lashing out.
He was completely hysterical—powerless rage, utterly pitiful.
Slap!
The faction president backhanded him across the face and snapped,
“You think I wanted to save you? If you weren’t my brother, I wouldn’t give a damn! I’d be laughing watching you get beaten to death!”
So the president and vice-president of the Fire Faction were siblings—no wonder she broke the rules to stop the duel.
Like knights, mages were not allowed to suffer public defeats—a loss would stain their entire careers.
“Sis, are we just going to let her off?”
Red Lion didn’t even flinch after getting slapped—clearly she hadn’t hit hard enough.
“We’re not letting her off.”
The president glared at Samimi’s retreating figure and said coldly,
“We will rebuild the glory of the Fire Faction—with her blood.”
White-haired witch Bémore stood nearby and heard her command. She realized Samimi was in for something serious next.
“It’s all that priestess’s fault! She tricked me! Deceived me! The filthy church plotted this whole thing!”
Red Lion shouted, jabbing a finger at Rebecca, pushing all the blame onto her.
“……”
Rebecca heard this from afar, and her heart sank into despair.
The Fire Faction had completely abandoned her. They were letting the Penitent Nun deal with her however she liked—they wouldn’t lift a finger to protect her.
Samimi stood in front of Rebecca, looking down at her from above.
When the Penitent Nun’s shadow loomed over her, Rebecca finally came to her senses, crouched low, and covered her head, begging:
“Please, don’t kill me…”
“Do you want to learn support magic? I can teach you.”
The Penitent Nun’s voice was calm and gentle—so much so that Rebecca thought she must have misheard.
She slowly lifted her head and looked up at that elegant half-visible face, golden bangs falling slightly forward. The black lace eyepatch couldn’t hide the tenderness in her eyes. A divine aura radiated from her, as if a goddess statue had come to life.
Perhaps only a nun who had endured great suffering…
Perhaps only someone reborn from hell…
Could truly comprehend the Goddess’s will.
“But I set you up… I betrayed you… Why?”
Rebecca’s eyes welled with tears.
“You are our church sister. We trust you. We don’t trust mages. You only strayed momentarily.”
Samimi said softly.
“And to me, this doesn’t even count as a betrayal. My sister in faith—we welcome you back. But this chance comes only once.”
“Uuu…”
Rebecca burst into tears, overcome with gratitude, unable to say a word. She lowered her once-proud head again, unable to meet those gentle eyes.
At this moment, it felt like the first time she ever knelt to pray to the Goddess.
Back then, she had been so sincere. Her faith in the church was unwavering.
But as she grew older, she realized no one in the church truly believed—they all spoke only of profit.
Even after coming to the Continental Academy of Magic, she found the same thing. Everyone just wanted to climb higher.
But now, fallen priestess Rebecca had rediscovered that original feeling—found a real ascetic, a living saint, who stood apart from the corrupt world and was worth following with her whole heart.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry… Please forgive me, my church sister. From now on, my life is yours.”
Rebecca pressed her hands together in prayer and lowered her head to Samimi’s black-stockinged, leather-clad shoes—a gesture of absolute loyalty.
“Sisters once, sisters forever. It’s my duty to pull you back.”
Samimi, seeing her attitude change, knelt down too and gently helped her up, offering the utmost respect and affirmation.
Seeing that the timing was right, Niubao stepped in, and the three embraced in a show of unity. The church’s reconciliation arc had arrived.
“Waaah—”
All the humiliation Rebecca had endured recently burst out as she sobbed uncontrollably in Samimi’s arms.
She had thought joining the Hero’s Party was the peak of her life. But in just a few days, she was cast aside, put on ice. While not officially expelled, it was pretty much the same.
Then she came to the mage academy, thinking she’d found a turning point.
But after playing servant girl to the Fire Faction for so long, they still treated her as a disposable lower-class pawn.
And yet the Penitent Nun and orc nun—whom she had mocked, insulted, and looked down upon—treated her as a person. As a sister.
This made her see the ugly truth of the world.
After that emotional whiplash, Rebecca was now utterly loyal to Samimi. Even if Samimi told her to die, she would do so without hesitation.
In other words, she had been “charmed.”
Saint Machima was the same. These female church clerics had been fooled by Samimi’s flawless appearance and god-tier acting.
They had mistaken her for a “church idol.”
But Samimi was no savior, and certainly no saint.
She was a transmigrator. A deceiver. A pretender.
“Today’s not a good day to be out. Let’s leave this place of trouble.”
Samimi and Niubao supported the sobbing Rebecca and departed from the mages’ chaos, returning to their little lair under the Dark Moon.
The Fire Faction students glared daggers at their backs.
If there hadn’t been other faction students watching, they probably would’ve burned the priestesses to ash on the spot.
White-haired witch Bémore was among them, staring at Samimi with a confused expression.
She couldn’t imagine Samimi doing something like this. She couldn’t believe Samimi would forgive someone who betrayed her.
Was this really the same Samimi she knew?
Last time they met, Samimi had thrown rocks at her—that’s how much she hated betrayal.
So how could she forgive this priestess?
She couldn’t make sense of it.
She really didn’t understand Samimi at all.
…
“The Fire Faction won’t let you go easily. This is all my fault.”
Rebecca felt the sharp gazes behind her and sighed apologetically.
“A bunch of cowards who only bully the weak. As long as my sisters stand united, there’s no obstacle we can’t overcome.”
Samimi said with a confident smile, completely bewitching the poor priestess.
“Mm.”
Rebecca nodded trustingly, like a little kitten.
“When we get back, I’ll teach you support magic. In return, you help me refine some healing spells, okay?”
Samimi had said all that sweet talk just to set up this line.
That one line? Was the real reason she “forgave” Rebecca.
“Yes, yes, yes!”
Rebecca nodded eagerly, without a shred of doubt.
Poor priestess Rebecca never realized that in the end, she still couldn’t escape the word ‘profit’—and now she was being played like a fiddle by this parasitic trickster.
Samimi was no savior.
She was no saint.
She was a transmigrator,
A liar,
A master of disguise.
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