Chapter 219: Smile-Hiding Blade (Part 2)

Arrow of Dream, Invisible-Killer Maxim

It could be said that, within the Hero Party, she was one of the most unremarkable members—so how did she become so flamboyant and attention-grabbing now?

Kloss’s ability is Distant Lethal Strike, a stealthy, chillingly ruthless technique that delivers simple and highly effective finishing blows in the realm of dreams.

The more unadorned an ability, the more practical it becomes. The Phantom Dream Bow is a core, standout force in the Hero Party’s rear ranks.

So now that I’m awake, what exactly is Magic? Is this what it means to be overpowered?

It was said before that the chance of awakening Magic Talent in the Spirit Village was very low. But thinking about it now, that statement was quite misleading—it’s not entirely accurate.

The Spirit Village is basically just a village in scale. Compared to all of humanity, it’s a mere drop in the ocean. For a village to produce even one or two mages is already a remarkable thing.

And now, with the world’s Magic Talent and her original skills merging perfectly together, it’s as if wings have been added to a tiger.

She was already a stealthy archer, an expert assassin—and now she’s somehow obtained Transformative Disguise Magic? Who can compete with that?

This is a hundred times—no, ten thousand times—more effective than those gaudy, flashy Elemental Magic users!

What on earth did Kloss go through to become like this? And it’s not as if I interacted much with her—by rights, she shouldn’t have gotten too involved with my affairs.

It was only with Fabiana and Bemore that I spent so much time together, which is why they awakened.

But you, Kloss—haven’t we barely exchanged a handful of words? Why did you progress even faster than they did?

This kind of setup didn’t even exist in the original story. Has the plot completely gone off the rails?

How did I, the Transmigrator, get outdated by the newest version so fast? Is this Game World getting too wild or what?

“You came here to kill me, didn’t you? Can you tell me why? Let me die with some clarity,” Samimi was screaming inside, but kept her face calm on the surface. For now, she had to think about how to get through this crisis, and maybe use a trick or two to get out of it.

Since I didn’t get stabbed right at the start, that means she isn’t here to kill me immediately. At least, she’s not planning to kill me right away.

“What exactly do you want?” Kloss asked.

“Huh?” Samimi’s heart skipped a beat.

Just a single question threw Samimi off—she’d been sure that this woman came here to kill her, determined to take her life.

Who knows what happened in between for her to change her mind? She no longer wants to kill me, yet she still sneaks into the Holy Knight Second Company Chapel and comes straight to my bedside. What does she want from me?

“Why did you do all this?” Kloss continued, not even sure herself what she wanted to ask—so fitting for her persona as an awkward young girl.

Is she even human? Is this the normal logic circuit of a person? Even as a Transmigrator, Samimi couldn’t fathom this kind of mentally unstable logic. Girls with this sort of disorder really are the natural nemesis of rational, intelligent transmigrators like me.

“What do I want? I just want to survive, that’s all,” Samimi answered cautiously.

“Are you hiding something from me?” Kloss’s expression grew gloomier and gloomier, clearly displeased—even the apple peel she’d been slicing dropped.

“I’m hiding plenty from you. Are we close? Did you expect me to spill my heart to the very person who wants me dead?” Samimi shot back.

And the moment she finished, she regretted it. Her blunt, iron-headed personality was showing again—her mouth was quicker than her brain.

She had just told herself to say something nice, but her mouth had already started a fight.

“If you won’t talk, then I’ll just have to pry open your mouth and see what’s in your heart.” Kloss lost her temper, grabbing Samimi by the collar and ready to put a knife to her throat.

“Did you see the Hero Party getting wiped out in the Female Vampire Queen’s dream?” Samimi blurted out, “I can find a way to help you restore the Hero Party’s hope!”

Kloss’s blade froze in the air.

“Phew—” Samimi breathed a long sigh of relief. It seems my Transmigrator’s skills aren’t obsolete yet.

As long as I know what a mentally unstable girl cares about most, it’s easy to guess why she’s acting so crazy now. Once I know the reason, I can come up with a countermeasure.

There’s no other way. Looks like I don’t have the option of fleeing.

Previously, Samimi had tried to avoid Kloss altogether, hoping to prevent conflict—but as things turned out, the more we avoided each other, the deeper the conflict became. It’s already nearly unresolvable.

The Hero Party and I are bound together by the invisible Fate Thread—forever and always entangled together.

But there’s one thing she still hasn’t realized: in Kloss’s dream, the person she saw destroying the Hero Party was me.

Originally, Kloss was determined to kill me, but was persuaded by Spirit Kiki’s righteous words on the Rooftop. The argument was just too logical—even a mentally unstable elf couldn’t refute it.

So it’s not that Miworm has great eloquence—it was just the effect of Kiki’s well-timed intervention.

What a dark, twisted lesson—even in saving people, you have to teach this thoroughly.

“Don’t worry, I have a way. Put the knife down first,” Samimi said gently.

But although she said that, she wasn’t nearly as confident inside.

Save the Hero Party? Miworm was just saying that.

Because I have no idea how to save the current Hero Party. Is there really anything that needs saving?

Sure, after I left, you all suffered some setbacks without my invincible support as a priest, but you’re all evolving at a rapid pace.

You White-haired Witch types have already mastered the Dragon Bomb and Domain, and as for you, the archer, you’ve miraculously awakened this pseudo-disguise magic. Who in the world can defeat you guys? What am I supposed to save you from?

“Your Promise—I will remember it.” Kloss looked at her for a moment, then her expression quickly returned to calm, sitting back down and resuming her previous actions.

This is another trait of these mentally unstable girls—unpredictable mood swings. She’s far from just an ordinary lunatic. Aside from her unpredictability, she has no other weaknesses.

For example, right now, Samimi had thought she would ask how she planned to save them, but she didn’t even ask.

And now, from her mouth, a terrifying word had been triggered: [Promise].

This word, in our yuri Magic World, is on par with Bond, friendship, vow, and other such magical words—once spoken, it carries the binding force of the world’s will.

“If you want to know the answer to your original question, then stay by my side for a while. It’s hard to explain what I want to do in just a few sentences—once you see, you’ll know,” Samimi suggested, swallowing nervously.

The best way to handle this now is to keep Kloss close, never letting her slip out of my control.

If she runs off, I’ll have no way to track her.

At any moment, I could be attacked unexpectedly. Anyone around me could be her in disguise, ready to strike—a truly terrifying thought.

In short, Kloss is the first person in this world to genuinely make Miworm feel afraid.

To be honest, Samimi’s feelings for Kloss are also quite complicated. Even though she nearly got shot, in reality Miworm rather admires her.

After all, that airhead Pure White Knight Fabiana and the naïve White-haired Witch Bemore aren’t real threats—they’re just little hamsters for me to toy with.

But Kloss is different. I can’t predict her actions, I can’t see through her strategies—and I know she has a skill set that even I, with all my headaches, have to respect.

As expected, the thing that a healer-mage fears most is a sniper or assassin. And now, Kloss has become both—a magic assassin, a magic marksman.

Kloss is Samimi’s natural nemesis; she truly qualifies as an arch-enemy.

Arch-enemy!

Yet another word in our yuri Magic World that carries the binding force of the world’s will.

The more you target me, the more I appreciate you—mutual recognition between enemies, admiration and rivalry mixed together.

You could say Samimi is a bit of a problem child herself.

“Here, have some apple.” Kloss offered Samimi a piece of fruit, and then once again disguised herself as a plain-looking Nurse, giving a gentle smile.

In her heart, she recalled what the clever elf had said: “Kiki and Samimi are preparing to carry out some grand, secret plan. I’ll just wait and see what you two are plotting.”

Of course, Kiki’s words before were just for show—she has no idea what I’m really up to, and even less what Samimi is planning.

She just said her piece and somehow got Kloss involved anyway.

Spirit Kiki’s influence lingers, silently powerful.

“Chomp—” Samimi ate the apple piece.

She knew Kloss had recognized the truth in her words.

But the real contest only truly began at this moment.

There’s no way I won’t get my revenge!

The first thing I’ll do when I recover is rip off that arrogant archer’s chest bandages!

A few days later, under the careful care of the Nurse dispatched by the Court Mage, Samimi had pretty much recovered.

But Kloss hadn’t immediately chopped off the Nurse’s head, acting as if nothing had ever happened, continuing to prepare diligently for the upcoming selection competition.

This Nurse, sent over by the Court Mage, simply stuck to Samimi’s side, living in the Kun Knight Second Company Chapel.

Samimi and Kloss hardly talked to each other on a daily basis—both remained quiet, keeping to themselves, each upholding their own disguises. Their coordination was so seamless it almost felt like an old married couple.

“So, is the real Nurse dead? You didn’t kill her, did you? If you did, I won’t forgive you.” This was the first question Samimi asked after getting out of bed.

“I let her disappear for a while on her own. Otherwise, I would have made her disappear permanently. She left the royal capital last night and went home to hide. She won’t be coming back for the time being,” Kloss answered calmly.

Putting on such an act? She’s even more cold-blooded than Miworm? Unacceptable!

And ever since Kloss has been staying close, she’s always quiet, never causing trouble—so quiet that Samimi finds it a bit unnerving.