Samimi was only being so nice because her influence wasn’t strong enough yet. Once she gathered power, her true face would definitely be revealed—she’d go back to being the vile person she once was.
Overly suspicious and bitter, Bémore was already feeling smug, convinced she had seen the future.
“Eat more, eat more~”
Samimi kept smiling and feeding her snacks.
“Oh.”
Bémore responded perfunctorily, barely looking at her. She pretended to be the aloof, quiet, socially anxious beauty.
“……”
Rebecca sat nearby, visibly unhappy, her face full of gloom.
Across from them on the couch, Dorm Head Brayette watched the trio with an amused look—like observing monkeys in a zoo. She could only sigh: teenage girls really were something.
Then she glanced at her old dormmates. Though also teenage girls, every one of them was a strange bird lacking normal emotional behavior.
But gatherings among mage girls were supposed to be calm and logical anyway.
The four former heretic mages didn’t need to talk. After their late-night snack, they returned to their personal sofas and simultaneously entered meditation mode.
This wasn’t just idle meditation for rest—it was a form of shared consciousness that consumed both mental focus and magic energy.
These girls trained at night and slept during the day, and this unique collective meditation was part of their special training method.
Well, to be honest, that explanation sounded like nonsense. So muddled and long-winded, you’d want to punch the author.
Still, to simplify—it was something like a “spiritual realm” from a cultivation novel, or a mind-palace duel.
In short:
The four heretic mages linked their minds and pooled their mana to create a shared mental space.
Inside it, they could spar with magic—generating valuable combat simulation data—without harming the real world.
Of course, this required complete mutual trust. Everyone had to lower their guard and treat each other like true family.
If just one person faltered or doubted the others, the mental space would collapse and everyone would suffer magical backlash.
In fact, without that trust, the space wouldn’t even form. It was a classic chicken-and-egg paradox.
“That’s impossible…”
Bémore was stunned watching this scene unfold.
“Don’t disturb them.”
Samimi’s tone suddenly turned stern.
She and Rebecca quietly cleared the table and took the dishes to the kitchen to wash. So… domestic and well-behaved?
Bémore watched in disbelief. Samimi was doing dishes? What kind of parallel universe was this?
She peeked around the kitchen doorway and saw Samimi actually washing dishes herself—and even taking out the trash. Inconceivable.
“Bémore-senpai, shall we go to school together tomorrow?”
Samimi dried her hands and walked to the kitchen entrance.
“…Okay.”
Bémore had wanted to flatly refuse, but remembering her undercover mission, she reluctantly agreed.
Just then, the muscle-brained Niubao tumbled down the stairs like a hungry beast, charging into the kitchen sniffing for food.
“I told you to eat earlier, and now you show up like some starving ghost? Why won’t you ever listen?”
Samimi grabbed her by the horns and scolded her.
That said, she had left a large portion of supper just for her.
“Yum, yum!”
Niubao sat at the tiny kitchen table with her tiny stool, happily munching alone.
“What a blockhead…”
Samimi muttered, watching Niubao with a soft smile tugging at her lips. It was an expression of genuine affection—like she was truly touched.
Off the battlefield, Niubao really was adorable—just an ordinary, fluffy orc girl.
But once in combat, she became a ruthless tauren killer. Cute? Not even remotely.
“I’m heading to bed.”
Bémore looked at the joyful scene—a group of friends feeling like family—and her face turned dark.
She couldn’t watch anymore and turned away.
“Good night, Bémore-senpai.”
Samimi tilted her head and said sweetly,
“Don’t forget—we’re going to school together tomorrow. See you then~”
Still with the fake cutesy act!
Bémore almost threw up from the goosebumps. She didn’t reply, just stomped upstairs in silence and shut herself in her room.
Alone, the cold and loneliness closed in on her again.
She stood by the door, unmoving for a long while.
On her first day in the Darkmoon Dorm, she realized things were not what she’d expected.
She thought the place would be full of creepy decorations, taboo magic experiments—like some dark sorcerers’ lair.
But instead… it was normal. Surprisingly homey, even warm. Spotless. Cozy.
She thought the heretic mages would be raving lunatics. But after spending the day with them, she realized they were more emotionally stable than she was. Some even gave off a calm, enlightened aura.
Even more terrifying? They could construct a shared mental space for magical training.
That was something not even the senior archmages at the continent’s top academies could necessarily pull off.
Because in those circles, everyone was scheming and mistrustful—no one was on the same page.
People called them heretics—but maybe it was because they were truly pure of heart, and that made them stand out.
This completely shattered Bémore’s worldview.
And above all—what shocked her the most—was Samimi.
Samimi had become… wholesome? Gentle?
It was too fake. There was no way she’d fall for that act.
She was sure she had already figured out Samimi’s true intention.
She just wanted to make a comeback.
To build her own faction.
Her reputation in the royal capital was already in ruins.
She’d even try to win over someone like Bémore, a powerful mage, shamelessly clinging like a parasite.
That perfectly matched the Samimi Bémore remembered—thick-skinned, tactless, absolutely infuriating.
And the worst part?
She had to play along in this ridiculous game of house.
But she was a spy, wasn’t she?
She would wait for the perfect moment to strike—then stab Samimi in the back, slam her face into the dirt, and make sure she never rose again.
There’d be no place for her in the Continental Magic Academy.
“…I want to go home.”
Bémore’s inner monologue was long, smelly, and venomous. But it mostly served to cover up the emptiness gnawing at her heart.
Everyone else in Darkmoon Dorm had found their group.
The four heretic mages had their psychic network.
Samimi, Rebecca, and that little beast girl were all good friends.
It reminded Bémore of how isolated she used to feel in the Fire School.
How she’d been an outcast among the noble mage families.
How they’d sneered at her and called her…
“Witch.”
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