Chapter 182: Wind and Cloud Upheaval (Part 3)

“To think such a grave act of utter lawlessness would occur…”

Samimi looked as if she was in great pain, but in reality, she was feeling quite delighted.

Her acting was so good that Niubao’s heart ached, so he went up to hug Samimi and comforted Sister for a moment.

“They killed the Holy See, disguised themselves as Impostor Sickness Envoys, and tried to push Director General out to become the new Holy See, to serve as their puppet. Right now, aside from you, we can’t trust anyone in the entire Church. I hope you’ll help us. Even if you don’t want to, at least let us rest here for a day,” Minzong’s Left Hand analyzed.

“You can rest as long as you need. I’m just a Place Nun, I have nothing to do with those Cardinal Archbishops up above. You should know, I’m actually an Exiled Apostate of the Holy Maiden, so my relationship with the Holy Maiden is as cold as ice,” Samimi replied sincerely.

“I’m deeply grateful, but this is a path of no return. You’ll be seen as one of us now. You know what means the Church will use—once we’re exposed, everyone will be silenced,” said Minzong’s Left Hand.

“What’s more terrifying than the Crimson Court is still the human heart,” Samimi said, “But the bonds we forged in the Crimson Court are as firm as iron.”

The Demon-Hunting Nun’s eloquence was still unmatched, and everyone felt reassured after hearing her words.

“But is your Heretical Inquisition Bureau just these few people?” Samimi asked suspiciously.

“These are all the elites of our bureau. You already know the eight Knights of the Vanguard Team. The others are trustworthy Cathedral Knights who are willing to help Director General,” Minzong’s Left Hand explained.

“Is there no going back to the Adjudication Bureau?” Samimi asked.

“As for the other Church Adjudication Knights… we can’t trust them. If any other Judge Knights arrive, they must be treated as enemies,” Minzong’s Left Hand replied with a cold smile.

“I understand. Niubao, keep watch outside for a bit,” Samimi nodded, instructing Niubao to head out and stand guard.

Niubao accepted the order, put on a solemn expression, and silently, diligently, went to keep watch.

“Use the back door—the front door’s locked,” Samimi corrected.

Niubao stopped, straightened his posture, turned around, and left through the back door of the Melon Chapel.

“I’ll go back and keep watch too. You all have a good rest.” After speaking, Samimi also left, returning to her room to meditate and rest.

Of course, she had no intention of meditating tonight. Her mind was racing, and having just taken in all the information from the Left Hand, she needed to sort out her thoughts.

This time, the real mastermind was the Hongyi Grand Archbishop—the true power behind the Cathedral.

But honestly, Samimi wasn’t afraid at all. A powerless person from the Otherworld was no more than a stray dog on the roadside.

Moreover, as long as the Church Guardian Deity, Papal Left Hand, and Saintess Makima all stood on the White Side, she didn’t think any of the other useless exiled clergy could pose a threat to her.

After a moment’s thought, she relaxed—there was really nothing to worry about.

In the Otherworld, ultimately, might makes right.

To take on the entire Min Hall, an entire Race, the whole World, all by herself—was not impossible.

Although she’d never wanted to have much to do with the Cathedral’s dirty politics, now that all that filth was being dumped on her, she had no choice but to shoulder it all.

In the end, it was all thanks to Saintess Makima.

With such an irresponsible but convenient Master, there was no way she could ever truly sever ties with the Church after transmigrating into the body of Samimi, the perennial side character.

It was like once you stepped into the world of rivers and lakes, it was impossible to leave so easily.

“Since I can’t hide, it’s about time to start playing my hand against the Min Hall.”

Samimi muttered wild words to herself while meditating, feeling she’d wanted to do this for a long time anyway.

The next day, Samimi got up early and, surprisingly, wasn’t glued to the bed.

She and Niubao went out to purchase a large quantity of food, having it delivered to the Doctor’s Association’s Warehouse to be stockpiled.

After everyone had finished their breakfast, Samimi and Niubao quickly carried food down the corridor’s shortcut to deliver it to the hidden Melon Chapel, secretly keeping a whole squad of Judge Knights alive.

But Director General Megelin and Minzong’s Left Hand and the others could only remain locked inside Min Tang, unable to let anyone else know of their existence.

Still, this situation couldn’t last for long. Sooner or later, they’d be found out—one more day was one more day.

Although she had ambition, for the moment, she really couldn’t think of a good plan to strike back at the Church.

No wonder everyone despised power struggles—racking her brains, she still couldn’t come up with a workable idea.

“Director General, how are you feeling?” Samimi entered the small chapel, seeking out Megelin for a heart-to-heart.

At this moment, this young woman was the core figure of the entire incident, but honestly, she wasn’t very capable, and most matters were handled by Minzong’s Left Hand.

Could someone like her really be the Holy See? Samimi could understand why the two Hongyi Grand Archbishops supported her—she was indeed a very easy-to-control young puppet.

“Samimi…” Megelin muttered her name, saying nothing more.

But just from hearing this address, Samimi couldn’t help but shiver a bit, feeling that another female Saint was about to be born—her tone was exactly the same as that Miracle Healer Rebecca’s.

The problem was that Samimi had already recruited a whole bunch of “dog” disciple girls at the Doctor’s Association.

Thinking about it, Samimi realized Director General Megelin’s character was exactly like Miracle Healer Rebecca’s: they’d both come to her looking for trouble, then get beaten up and inevitably become enamored with her charm and join her ranks.

Wasn’t there any other routine for winning over beautiful girl teammates?

It felt like the backstories for us female protagonists were really lacking…

And look at the new hidden main character, Fatty Knight Qiqiwei—her character design, backstory, and abilities were all rich and deep, clearly a notch above us supporting girls. She was on a different level altogether, even surpassing the four members of the Hero Party.

All that can be said is, when writing a novel, character priorities must be clearly defined.

But once a novel world becomes real, you discover how unfair it all is—compare person to person and you’ll be driven mad.

“The female protagonist also needs a savior of the supporting roles…” Samimi grumbled.

“What did you say, Samimi?” Rui Rui Jiejie didn’t quite catch that.

“It’s nothing. I just wanted to ask about the Holy See—my condolences. But I still want to know your thoughts on this matter,” Samimi said.

“Grandfather… treated me very well. He was a kind and amiable person, but always seemed a bit old-fashioned. He never spoke of his worries and bore them all alone…” Megelin said, voice trailing off as her nose turned red and her eyes misted up.

Samimi could see that she wasn’t in the right state for a heart-to-heart, so she silently accompanied her, helping her calm her mood.

A compassionate “rice worm” like this was rare indeed.

But when it came time to be serious, she could still distinguish what was important and what was not.

Once Megelin’s mood had stabilized, Samimi asked solemnly, “Do you have any clues about the hands behind your grandfather’s death?”