Chapter 417: The War Marshal Betraying the Kingdom (Part 3)

Samimi stood by the window of the Knight Hospital, looking at the blazing fire outside. Her expression was serious and earnest, and her mood was also very low.

“May the Goddess bless you.”

Knight King Char slumped on the stool, looking like a dead man.

Moreover, Samimi had cast multiple calming spells on Knight King Char, allowing the old man to barely catch his breath.

Otherwise, having suddenly suffered so many blows, he would probably have fainted on the spot.

The family fortune his ancestors had built over generations was destroyed in his generation.

His son and daughter-in-law were dead.

The knight apprentices he had personally trained also suffered heavy casualties.

Even a man with a body of steel completely collapsed at this moment.

In a sense—

The Knight King was already “dead.”

He was now only an empty shell.

His strength could no longer keep up with the times.

Only the title “Knight King” remained.

But his granddaughter was about to inherit that title.

And she would shine even brighter.

The disciple surpasses the master.

The Knight King’s mentality had collapsed.

However, his granddaughter’s mentality had been tempered to be as firm as a rock.

Samimi watched Fabiana’s back.

Now the aura about her perfectly matched the description of the “Kingdom War Marshal” in the original novel.

Although she was not yet the Kingdom War Marshal.

Instead—the War Marshal of Revenge.

“What exactly happened? Can someone explain?!”

“Knight King, all my men are dead! They exploded right before my eyes!”

“If I don’t avenge this, I am no knight!”

Apart from the War Marshal of Revenge, two enraged Grand Knight Commanders—Frost Blade Knight Henry and Wind Whisper Knight Kress—stormed into the sickroom.

Samimi was just worrying about having no outlet for her emotions.

Seeing these two big men, she immediately let out a sarcastic remark.

“Weren’t you two trying to kill us before?”

“Now you shamelessly run to our city for refuge?”

“If you’re so capable, get out of here and take revenge now.”

Samimi sneered repeatedly.

The two Grand Knight Commanders were furious.

But in front of the Knight King, they ultimately didn’t completely fall out.

They still retained a bit of respect.

Moreover, they had already begun to suspect the various bizarre behaviors of the Three Lords.

Now they finally saw their true colors.

“Nun, it’s you again.”

“Who are you exactly?”

Frost Blade Knight Henry asked in a deep voice.

“I am the Cardinal Archbishop of the Holy See, Samimi Feiling.”

Samimi replied coldly.

“My companion, Battle Priestess Shalom, has discovered who is really pulling the strings behind you.”

“It’s the Blood Clan.”

“It’s artificial vampires.”

“You’ve been working for vampires all along, did you know that?”

“?”

“!!”

The two Grand Knight Commanders were shocked.

“Count Perry, in order to gain the power of immortality—that is, to become a vampire—started this series of wars.”

“But he was actually just treated as a pawn by the vampires.”

“Now he’s been bitten to death.”

“Your bounty is gone too.”

“I won’t kill you, but get out of here.”

“You are not welcome here.”

Samimi, in a state of rage, scolded them unceremoniously.

“Shalom… hasn’t returned either?”

Knight King Char asked with a trembling voice.

“She’s not dead yet.”

“Our minds are connected; she has already transmitted the information to me.”

“But she fell into a vampire ambush and can’t come back for now.”

Samimi replied in a low voice.

The two Grand Knight Commanders also thought of Shalom.

That was the black-haired saint who had appeared at the Round Table Meeting.

At the same time.

Fabiana also returned to the Knight Hospital and asked in a deep voice:

“Mimi, can you tell me more information about the enemy?”

“I only know they are called the [Order of Compassion].”

“This is a secret organization that has studied Corrupted Blood for centuries, also known as the Necromancer Group.”

“Apart from that, I know nothing else.”

“The rebel army, the lords, the Round Table Meeting, all the turmoil in the West Sea—they are pulling the strings behind all of it.”

“I suspect that among the Three Lords, Count Perry and Count Salam have been completely controlled by vampires.”

“Probably promised things like immortality.”

“The artificial vampires even invited Shalom to join them.”

“And hinted that only mages and physically strong people are qualified to be transformed into true familiars.”

“They have been deceiving those old nobles from the very beginning.”

“Originally, turning humans into vampires is not some profound technique.”

“The method is actually very simple.”

“But after becoming a vampire, one gets gradually brainwashed by the Progenitor.”

“Our industry term for this is [Personality Deterioration].”

“This causes the Blood Clan to be arrogant, self-important, and xenophobic, making true unity impossible and unlimited expansion impossible.”

“But now, the Order of Compassion has eliminated this effect through some means.”

“They can now expand their influence infinitely.”

“Even mass-produce artificial vampires.”

“The first thing they want to do is conquer the world.”

“Keep the entire human race in captivity.”

“Make everyone their lowly slaves and blood bags.”

“So from the looks of it, it should no longer be called Personality Deterioration.”

“It should be called—Stabilized Malignity.”

Samimi sat by the window, slowly revealing all the information.

Her tone was full of sarcasm.

The two Grand Knight Commanders stubbornly stayed, listening on the side, their expressions growing uglier and uglier.

Fabiana, on the other hand, showed no change in expression.

Because her expression was already as dark as it could get.

“The only good news is—”

“Currently, only we in the world know this information.”

“Even the Three Lords are just pawns they have deceived.”

“I have no idea how many enemies we actually have.”

“Haha…”

By the end of her speech, Samimi couldn’t help but laugh bitterly herself.

“I think Count Edward can be trusted.”

“We can go seek shelter with him.”

Frost Blade Knight Henry suggested.

“The benefits are too low.”

“The most important thing for us now is—not to trust anyone.”

“Not to just find some big shot to latch onto.”

Samimi snorted coldly.

“What if he’s also a vampire follower?”

“Wouldn’t we be walking right into the trap?”

“Then what do you suggest?”

Wind Whisper Knight Kress asked with a frown.

“Wait.”

“I will send someone to deliver a letter to the Church.”

“Let the higher-ups send truly professional people to handle it.”

Samimi replied.

“Aren’t you yourself the professional?”

“You are the Cardinal Archbishop, the Demon-Hunting Nun, Samimi Feiling.”

Frost Blade Knight Henry couldn’t help but question.

“Speaking of that, it makes me angry.”

“They mistook Shalom for me.”

“Then sealed her with two Vampire Divine Skills.”

“Who knows how many Vampire Divine Artifacts and Vampire Divine Skills they still have?”

“From start to finish, this whole thing is a conspiracy specifically targeting me.”

“They fear the Demon-Hunting Nun.”

“They believe I have been sealed.”

“So my best choice now is to hide.”

Samimi said coldly.

Everyone fell into silence.

“If they knew they sealed the wrong person, we would not be so peaceful right now.”

“They would definitely attack the city crazily.”

“But now they have retreated.”

“This actually proves my speculation even more.”

Samimi continued analyzing.

“So we stay put for now?”

Fabiana asked.

“There is still too little information.”

“Apart from knowing their organization’s name, we know nothing else.”

Samimi replied.

The atmosphere in the sickroom instantly became even more depressed.

Everyone felt the future was completely uncertain.

Even Samimi couldn’t think of a better solution for now.

After all, there was no such plot in the original novel.

‘What could she, a transmigrator, do?’

“We cannot stay still.”

“We must take the initiative.”

“We must disrupt their plans.”

“We must spread the information.”

“We cannot let them continue hiding in the shadows, waiting for an opportunity.”

After thinking for a moment, Fabiana suddenly spoke, breaking the silence.

Her tone was extremely firm.

For some reason.

As soon as she spoke, everyone actually regained a glimmer of confidence.

Even Samimi subconsciously sat up straight and looked at her seriously.

“What do you want to do?”

Samimi asked.

“The rebel army.”

“The False War Marshal.”

“Do you think they might also be related to the Order of Compassion?”

Fabiana asked in return.

“One hundred percent related.”

“The rebel army is likely their experimental base for mass-producing vampires.”

Samimi immediately analyzed.

“Then we go annihilate the rebel army.”

Fabiana said calmly.