“Stop arguing, stop arguing! What are you all doing? We’re all on the same side.”
Samimi was getting a headache and had to step in as a peacemaker, squeezing herself in between them to separate the two, trying to keep them from fighting.
“Who’s on the same side as her! I’ll never accept her! And you were expelled from the School of Healing too! What right do you have to speak?”
It was mainly the furious Rebecca who wanted to hit Bemore, with Samimi stopping Rebecca, while Bemore just sat there unmoving with a sullen face.
“Look at us! We’re all like this, all failures, and you’re still fighting amongst ourselves? How do you expect to accomplish anything like that?” Samimi suddenly became stern, giving a harsh scolding.
“I’m sorry.” As soon as Rebecca heard that tone, she instantly turned into a meek kitten and stopped making a fuss. “Lady Mimi, it’s my fault.”
“Sit down and have a glass of water to calm down. I’m not blaming you, everyone has their own heartaches, let’s not keep bringing up unhappy things.” This was actually directed at Bemore.
But she couldn’t scold Bemore the way she did Rebecca, so she could only hint gently.
Bemore actually did close her mouth and stopped speaking.
“This is the Library, everyone, please keep your voices down and be polite.” Samimi, seeing that they’d stopped arguing, sat down too, letting out a long sigh, feeling that mediating fights was even more exhausting than battle.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, Lady Mimi, it’s all my fault, I shouldn’t have asked Hong Lion to trouble you, it’s all my fault.” Rebecca, suddenly choked with tears, apologized again and again.
“……” Samimi’s headache grew worse upon hearing this, and she couldn’t help but hold her forehead and sweat.
Even the usually sharp-tongued rice weevil was at a loss for words to comfort her, but honestly, she didn’t really want to comfort her either. With the soul of a straight-up iron-blooded man, what Samimi wanted most right now was to punch Rebecca and twist her mouth crooked.
But such actions would harm group unity, and such words shouldn’t be spoken, so Samimi had to hold it in.
One must know, Samimi was the kind of ruthless person who would dare roast the Knight King, Holy Knight, and Saintess, yet Rebecca could leave Samimi at a loss for words.
“If you keep saying things like that, I’ll get angry. If you apologize to me again, I’ll hit you.” Samimi calmed herself, then smiled sweetly, speaking in a cute, mischievous tone.
“If you keep talking like that, I’ll hit you too.” Hearing these tea-flavored words, Bemore next to her wanted to give Samimi a punch, but as an undercover, she couldn’t do it and could only endure.
Really, birds of a feather flock together—everyone wanted to punch someone else, but all held back.
Maybe this was the true emotion of adolescent girls getting along? Endurance!
“Wuwuwu, thank you, Lady Mimi.” Rebecca instantly let it go, even acting coquettish, hugging Samimi for comfort.
Bemore and Samimi both inwardly wanted to punch her, but again, they held back.
“Stop hugging, time to study.” Samimi pushed Rebecca away and said.
“?” Bemore frowned as she saw this.
“?” The sharp Samimi also noticed the subtle change in Bemore’s expression.
Something’s wrong!
She almost forgot—her persona in the Hero Party was the villainous copper girl, so what she just did was a bit off, not matching her original persona.
After all, how could a villainous copper girl push away a pretty priestess? How could she refuse skinship?
Rebecca’s looks were not inferior, and as a villainous supporting character, her main trait was a venomous heart and a beautiful appearance.
All in all, Rebecca’s beauty was not at all inferior to the white-haired beauties of the royal capital—maybe just her hairstyle and color weren’t as unique as those main heroines, who all had white hair with colored streaks.
So would the villainous copper dog refuse physical affection from such a gorgeous beauty? Impossible!
“……” Samimi pretended to read, acting as if nothing had happened.
“……” Bemore squinted her eyes, also pretending to read, but in reality, she was observing in secret.
Although similar things had happened under the surveillance of the pure white knight Fabiana, and Fabiana had also noticed Samimi’s lack of interest in women—
But could a Pig-headed Knight like Fabiana compare to the White-haired Witch? Even if you gave Fabiana a hundred brains, she’d never suspect Samimi was someone from another world.
But Bemore was different. She wasn’t so easily fooled—she was a socially anxious girl, a mage, and the smartest member of the Hero Party.
To mages, they believed in souls, in the Otherworld, and in aliens.
And mages had extraordinary intuition and perception. After all, this world had Soul Transference Forbidden Magic, so Bemore’s suspicion that Samimi’s soul had changed was entirely possible.
One couldn’t underestimate Bemore—she wasn’t as easy to use as Fabiana.
Mages had high intelligence stats, though this stat wasn’t directly linked to brains, but to mana capacity.
A woman like Bemore would never voice her suspicions, just keeping them bottled up inside, so no one ever knew what she was thinking—truly difficult to deal with.
Samimi never expected to actually meet a worthy opponent after coming to the Otherworld.
As expected, only a socially anxious girl like Bemore could truly understand a socially anxious girl like (former) Samimi.
“Senior Bemore, could you explain what this question means?” Samimi chuckled, holding a Magic Book over to ask for help, but her real goal was to probe Bemore’s true feelings.
“This is Mana Focus Speed, which is a mage’s concentration value. It’s a theoretical state known as Perfect Casting State, but only in theory.” Bemore answered seriously, giving a whole bunch of professional jargon that no one could understand.
Truly flawless—you’d never guess what she was thinking.
But since she didn’t expose the topic, Samimi stopped probing. All she could do was study hard.
After studying in the small Library for half a day, the four-member School of Healing group finally headed back to Moon of Darkness Hall.
Magic Books from the Academy weren’t allowed to be taken out, but they could copy down everything they needed and take their notes back to the dormitory to review.
Samimi felt that in just a few days in the Otherworld, she’d taken more notes than in half her life in the Real World.
But thinking about it, the amount of part-time work she’d done in the Real World was nothing compared to her workload in the Otherworld.
Could one really compare the motivation for making money for herself and for her boss? Could one compare her passion for learning magic to her passion for learning bird language?
Of course, the Real World had its own advantages—mainly, it was at least a hundred times safer than the Otherworld.
Even after returning to Moon of Darkness Hall, she still had to be careful with everything, not letting anything slip.
“Niubao, let’s go take a bath.” As soon as they got back, Samimi deliberately said this.
She said this on purpose for Bemore to hear, to let her know she was still a yuri girl.