Chapter 193: Sheep Cleric Symposium (VII)

“If Addfruit manages to get a seat at the table, then I won’t need to keep working undercover, I can just walk right in through the front door.”

Samimi gave a wry smile.

“I have a suggestion for you. With your personality, I really think you need to get a clear understanding of the Holy See’s martial forces before you act. Don’t act on impulse.” Qiqi Zhu said.

“I’ve heard the details.” Samimi casually waved her hand.

“There are all sorts of Knight Orders inside the Holy See, too many to count, but most of them don’t actually have any real skills…” Serqi Duo pulled out a huge stack of reference materials and laid them on the table, looking very professional.

“Does that include the Magic Bureau?” Samimi asked.

“Don’t interrupt, that’s rude. But you’re not wrong, the Magic Bureau doesn’t have any real skills either. There’s only one real martial organization in the Holy See, and that’s the [Holy Knight Order].” Qiqi Lin analyzed. “You’re from Kunwen, you must’ve seen them before.”

“That’s true.” Samimi nodded, pretending to be deep in thought.

Holy Knights, mortal warriors at their peak, possessing the strongest physiques, the most steadfast faith, and top-tier equipment. The only major flaw is that they don’t have any special skills or privileges.

But they’re not just individuals, they’re a group, working together to form an indomitable force. Even main character-level figures can suffer miserable defeat if surrounded by them.

In a way, it could be said that Holy Knights are a force specially designed by the world’s will to counter main characters a so-called [Anti-MC Special Force].

If a main character acts out of line, just send in the Holy Knight Order to suppress them, break their spirit, and it’s a surefire cure every time.

The Kun Knight Order has a good relationship with Saintess Makima, but it’s impossible for them to obey her completely.

Now that Saintess Makima has fallen from power, there’s a chance the Holy Knight Order has already become her political opponent.

“The four [Saint Knight Company Commanders] who lead the Kun Order each have combat abilities comparable to top-tier level 5 Adventurers. Above them, there is one [Kun Knight Order Commander] whose power surpasses all four. Even if you’ve managed to get close to Main Cathedral Archbishop Guo, it doesn’t matter—the five of them are people we absolutely can’t afford to provoke right now.” Kunchi Za warned sternly.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Samimi patted her chest in assurance.

“And finally, there’s the Holy See’s guardian deity, [Pope Gong Xian]. This position is responsible for safeguarding the church’s existence and maintaining its precious archives. This person is very low-profile, naturally assuming a literary role, but in terms of power and perception, they’re evenly matched with the Left Hand of the Pope. You get what I mean—his left hand is truly favored by God.” Qiqi Za revealed another key figure.

“No problem at all. I’m famously loyal and absolutely won’t cause trouble.” Samimi’s face was full of conviction.

But Kunchi still had doubts, her tone laced with mockery: “The Saint Knight Order and Wolf Sect are both conservative factions. They don’t care who’s in charge, only that the church stays stable, so they’ll support the Hongyi Grand Archbishop who can keep things under control. Their stance is opposed to ours.”

“Now for your question: If you find out the Nanshi Mercenary is about to act, what will you do?” It was Samimi’s turn to ask.

“I’ll stop her.” Qiqi Zhu said.

“What if you can’t persuade her?” Samimi pressed.

Qiqi Ren fell into silence.

“If you can’t bring yourself to do it, then let me handle it.” Samimi said.

“No, this is a matter of the Jingling Tribe. Don’t get involved.” Qiqi Za sternly objected.

“If the arrow is already nocked and has to be released, I’ll have to step in by force,” Samimi said. “Just so we’re clear, I see myself as a companion of justice. My understanding of justice is to protect the minority and enlighten the majority.

It’s shallow, but simple enough.”

“I promise I’ll find a way to handle it peacefully.” Qiqi responded seriously.

“One last thing. Do you know where Saintess Makima and the Earl’s Lady are being detained? Are there any agents from the opposing faction in the city? Could they be stirring up trouble?” Samimi asked again.

“I have no idea where Saintess Makima is now. She probably holed up in a small chapel somewhere, hiding out and waiting for the storm to pass. Once it’s over, she’ll go back to being a saintess, and the court won’t dare to touch even a hair of the Earl’s Lady.” Kunchi Zhu said.

“Hmph, Saintess Makima, what a hypocrite.” Ju Mimi scoffed disdainfully.

“The Half-Elf knows nothing at all. Right now, she’s probably still lying in the Adventurer’s Hospital outside, and the mental attack she suffered seems even stronger than what we faced. Who knows what she saw? She looks completely out of it.” Kunchi Wei explained.

“Elves are like that. They look cheerful on the surface, but inside they’re fragile like mussels. Ah, forget it, I forgot you’re an elf too—but I’m just being honest.” Zuo Mimi teased.

“It’s alright, I agree.” Qiqi Wei nodded in acknowledgment.

“Time’s about up. I’ll head off. Help me keep track of Saintess Makima and the Earl’s Lady—if anything happens, let me know.” Xiang Mimi picked up her map; lunchtime was nearly over, and she had to rush to class.

After chatting with her old friend Qiqi for a bit, her resolve grew firmer, the confusion in her heart cleared away, and even her steps felt lighter.

She returned to the classroom early, putting on a serious look and studying diligently, her confident expression making the other cleric apprentices a bit suspicious.

In the afternoon, it was time for the etiquette course, Feizu Etiquette.

And the tutor today was a true noblewoman.

That made things simple, Samimi could directly read the original Samimi’s memories, and instantly master all the Feizu Etiquette.

After all, she was the real Feizu little lamp, while the rest of them were just fake Feizu sisters.

Everyone moved their desks and chairs to the edge of the room, clearing a space for practice.

Most of the students were obviously awkward, walking poorly, looking like they struggled with balance and poise. Clearly, being a noble lady wasn’t so easy after all.

Rui Mimi hid herself in a corner, following along and taking a few steps with the right posture, pretending to be clumsy to blend in with the group and not stand out too much.

“Who’s this student? I haven’t seen her before first time attending class?”

But her outstanding aura was like a firefly in the darkness, instantly drawing the attention of the noblewoman tutor.

Sun Mimi realized she had a special knack for attracting old ladies all these older women just loved her. Why was that?

“Yes, Tutor, nice to meet you. My name is Xia Bajie, I’m a new transfer student.” Samimi grinned sheepishly.

“Transfer student? But your steps seem rather practiced for a beginner?” The noblewoman tutor asked suspiciously.

Oh no! I’m about to get exposed!

Since she was supposed to be a beginner, she should collapse on the spot to fit her persona.

But Samimi had too much pride and just couldn’t pull off such embarrassing antics. Looks like her acting skills still weren’t quite up to par.

She could act composed, but not clumsy—this is the path most untalented idols end up taking.

“Someone taught me a bit of noble etiquette before… just a little,” Qian Mimi forced herself to continue.

“Alright then, come out and walk two steps for us.” The Feizu Lady Tutor pulled Samimi to the center and told her to give it a try.

No, wait, she meant take a step.