Chapter 73: Not Sisters (Part 2)

Here, I need to supplement an important setting: Since I’m someone who transmigrated via Soul Possession, then where did the original Samimi’s soul go?

As a rigorous(?) isekai story, this is a setting that definitely needs to be addressed.

Of course, the answer is…

Ahem, let’s not rush.

There’s a really infuriating aspect about Soul Possession, which is that no matter how you set it up, it will upset the gods.

There are only two types of Soul Possession: either [Soul Possession] or [Fusion].

If it’s Soul Possession, then some inherently kind-hearted god will jump out in anger and rant, “That’s too inhumane! Absolutely unacceptable!”

If it’s Fusion, then some spiritually-pure god will jump out and joyfully curse, “Absolutely unacceptable, two souls in one body! Isn’t that the same as my waifu being cucked?”

No matter which way you go, you’re dead either way.

So, we’re going to invent a brand new setting: from the very beginning, there was never an “Original Host Soul.”

The reason is simple. Do you remember the original Samimi’s title as [Zombie Priest]?

Her setting is just like that of the White-haired Witch Bemore—an effect preceding its cause.

The Author of Rose Fantasy Battle designed the plot and ending first, and only afterward designed the characters and their titles.

So from beginning to end, the original Samimi was an undead zombie without soul or spirit—neither dead nor alive.

Otherwise, why would my unlucky novelist’s soul, out of all the possible protagonists to transmigrate into, end up as a villainess?

It’s precisely because there was a False Human Zombie in this world.

A bodiless soul like mine, upon seeing a soulless zombie, is like a dog spotting a pile of poop—just dives right in.

By this point, everyone should have an idea of what kind of person Samimi is, right?

If she were a pure good person, she wouldn’t have earned the nickname “rice worm,” but she’s not truly evil either. She’s the type of big scoundrel who’s both sly and petty.

Why did she turn out this way?

It’s the doing of the [World Will]!

I inherited the villainess role, so I can’t not do bad things, right? If I don’t, I’ll be kicked out of the zombie body!

In short, when in Rome, do as the Romans do. If you’re occupying the latrine, you can’t just sit and not use it.

I can’t keep holding back and never do anything bad. Every now and then, I have to commit a little mischief to vent and relax. Only then can I avoid being kicked out of the zombie body by the World Will.

Even though I’m a model citizen in the modern world and would never do anything truly insane, I’m forever burdened with an innate sense of villainous pleasure.

Toying with the heroines’ hearts is my main way of fulfilling my assigned character role.

“……” Samimi’s gaze sharpened.

To me, the White-haired Witch Bemore is a hundred times more delicious prey than the Pure White Knight Fabiana!

Her identity is too complicated. Her personality is too twisted. Her story is too convoluted. Her soul is too delectable.

Dealing with Pig-headed Knight Fabiana only requires doing good deeds. If I just act like the world’s best good girl, her knightly spirit will automatically torture her—it’s an easy capture.

But just being a good person isn’t enough to awaken the conscience of the White-haired Witch Bemore.

Her closed-off heart won’t be easily breached. A socially anxious girl like her won’t feel pain seeing others die—as long as it doesn’t hurt her, she doesn’t care.

I have to use even more extreme methods.

…

“Bang~ Bang~ Bang~”

Three knocks sounded on the small library’s door. The gears of fate began to turn.

The three from the School of Healing were instantly startled. They exchanged glances and stopped chatting.

In the end, someone still found this little library.

“They didn’t push the door open, but knocked instead. Looks like they’re here for us,” Samimi analyzed.

Without waiting for the other two to reply, she took the lead, stood up, tidied her nun’s robe, wiped the drool off her stockings, and gracefully went to open the door.

“Click~” A sound.

She opened the door and saw two magic apprentices standing outside.

But they weren’t Flame School magicians in red robes, but magicians in blue robes.

You have to know, the robes at the Magic Academy are a big deal. Different colors and patterns all represent different meanings and status—you can’t just wear whatever you want.

People who dress randomly, like us, will forever be outsiders who don’t fit in.

“What’s the matter?” Samimi asked.

“Sister, we’d like to spar with you,” the leading female apprentice said coldly.

“Another spar?” Samimi’s face darkened.

But in reality, she was overjoyed inside, because she was itching for a fight.

The way to capture the Pure White Knight Fabiana is kindness, but the way to capture the White-haired Witch Bemore is through a display of power.

“Of course, no problem.” Samimi’s expression changed instantly, showing a smile as she accepted the challenge.

In the blink of an eye, the area around the White Brick Arena was packed with people.

I can only say that the Magic Academy’s study system is just too lax.

Even if the apprentices are in class, as soon as they hear about a spar, they immediately pack up and rush over to grab a spot. Even if they can’t get a good seat, they’ll stand by the castle’s corridor windows to watch the match.

“There’s barely a ghost around most of the time, but once there’s a duel, it gets lively.” Samimi stood atop the arena, glanced around, and couldn’t help but comment.

She was starting to feel like the entire Continental Magic Academy was built around this White Brick Arena.

Studying was just an excuse—fighting was the real core.

Because this White Brick Arena sat in the middle of the Teaching Castle Complex, surrounded by massive castles.

No matter how you looked at them, these big castles seemed like spectator stands. Magicians could watch the arena from every corner.

Looking at the two senior girls in blue robes across from her, their auras were cold and lifeless—like the walking dead.

Samimi knew why they were like this. Because they were Frost Magicians—natural human refrigerators, and the second largest group among the five main elements, the [Water School].

However, while the Water School had large numbers, their influence couldn’t compare to the Flame School at all.

Because the Water School was internally divided into two camps and couldn’t unite.

Within the Water School, there were the traditional [Water Magicians], and a group of mutant [Frost Magicians].

The Water Magicians and Frost Magicians might live under the same school, but ever since the school was founded, their infighting had never stopped.

But as the second largest school, their strength shouldn’t be underestimated.

If anyone dares blaspheme or insult their water-based beliefs, they’ll unite in a second to deal with outsiders.

“Two people?” Samimi asked.

“We’ve seen your magic. We think a one-on-one spar with you wouldn’t be interesting—neither side would learn much that way,” the Frost Senior explained.

“Makes sense. All right,” Samimi nodded.

A single person’s magic power is at a disadvantage against two magicians.

So…

“Bemore-senpai, let’s fight together.” Samimi reached out her hand in invitation.