Chapter 92: Stepping Back Only Makes Me Angrier (Part 4)

Bemore was somewhat moved by what she heard, but when she squinted toward the cage across from her, all she saw was a dissipating whirlwind the mysterious woman had already vanished without a trace.

The silent loneliness descended once more, yet Bemore realized that after exchanging a few words with that strange woman, her mood had calmed considerably, allowing her to barely reenter a meditative state.

However, she still remained curled up like a turtle, nestled on the ground with her white hair wrapped around her body, transformed into a cocoon.

How could someone meditate in such an odd sleeping posture?

It’s worth noting that a magician’s meditation posture is very particular, 99% of the time they sit upright, and even the slightest mistake in posture affects the efficiency of absorbing magical energy from the heavens and earth.

She ought to thank those sharp-tongued senior sisters.

If it weren’t for their relentless display of human envy, she wouldn’t have suddenly found herself unwilling to die.

Even if she had to pick up grains of rice from the ground to eat, she was determined to survive this entire month.

The scene shifts…

Let us now arrive at the Warehouse Castle, nestled in a remote corner of the Continental Magic Academy.

Currently, the four Heretical Magician sisters reside in a shared four-person room within the Warehouse Castle.

Originally, there were four single rooms, but now they have been consolidated into one four-person room.

The four of them squeeze into one room, lying on two double-decker wooden beds.

But does it really affect them much? Not really; they still go about their days and continue training.

After all, the four are close sisters who can enter the spiritual realm a far cry from the plastic sisters around Samimi.

However, what’s been troubling Head Resident Brayetta and Wolf Girl lately is that the trio from the School of Healing left two days ago and still haven’t returned.

“Are Niubao and the others never coming back?” This thought made the usually lively Wolf Girl somewhat listless and sad.

“Their luggage is still here; they’ll definitely come back,” Brayetta comforted her.

In fact, they were allocated two four-person rooms. Originally, they could have shared the rooms two to a room, but Wolf Girl insisted on keeping one room vacant for Niubao and the others’ return.

Samimi’s three companions’ belongings were placed in the neighboring four-person room, mostly research notes quietly waiting for their owners’ return.

One noon, everyone gathered around the small dining table in the room, eating together.

“Did you hear? Someone moved into our Dark Moon Pavilion yesterday. They threw Bemore’s luggage out! It’s hilarious,” Wolf Girl gossiped.

“Seems like it,” White Honey Spider finally spoke up, revealing her deep hatred for traitors.

“You should stay out of those matters. I know you’ve been sneaking back to check on things lately. Don’t get yourself caught,” Brayetta warned.

“My magic rarely gets to be used. Finally, I have a chance to show it off,” Wolf Girl laughed.

“Once the heat dies down, we’ll show our faces again,” Brayetta reminded.

“Sniff? Pok! Pok! Pok!” Suddenly, Wolf Girl’s nose twitched as she inhaled deeply.

“What’s wrong?” Brayetta asked.

“I smell Niubao’s stinky scent! They’re back!” Wolf Girl jumped up so quickly she almost knocked over the small dining table.

“What? They’re back? Where?” Brayetta asked eagerly.

“Of course, at the Dark Moon Pavilion!” Wolf Girl sniffed again, confirming the direction.

“That’s bad they’re surrounded by Fire Mages,” Brayetta slapped her chest, sensing trouble.

“Should we go help?” Wolf Girl asked loudly, eager to jump into action.

“Forget it, they’re just small fry. They can’t beat Samimi. That person even dared to duel three Council Presidents in the arena. Do you think she needs our help?” Brayetta thought it over and chose to continue eating lunch.

“Makes sense. If we head over there, we’ll just be collecting bodies for the Fire Mages,” Wolf Sister agreed, laughing nervously. No need to worry about Samimi.

“Ka! Ka! Kiang!”

At the same time, healing light suddenly illuminated the underground prison of the Bright Moon Pavilion.

Wolf Girl had truly smelled correctly!

In the blink of an eye, three fully armed, familiar saintly figures appeared inside.

Samimi wielded her Runic Staff, feeling the magical energy flowing through the air. Though she had only been gone two days, it felt like two years to her.

“This is the scent of revenge.”

But this return was entirely different from the first time she came to the Magic Academy.

The first time was filled with novelty and excitement, but now Samimi only wished for this thing to die.

“Crack! Crack! Crack!” They tried to leave the underground chamber, but found the door outside was locked.

“Niubao.” Samimi’s face darkened as she took a step back to let the professional handle the situation.

Niubao reached behind and pulled out the Divine Hammer hanging on her back. This was Niubao’s second weapon like the nuns, she carried a weapon kit on her back with the hammer attached.

And she could casually pull out the hammer, unlike Samimi, who had to kick hard to draw the Slaying Demon Sword because it was too long to pull out easily.

“Chan Long!” Niubao swung the hammer forcefully, shattering the fragile wooden door in one strike.

The three emerged from the underground entrance into the Bright Moon Pavilion’s Junk Room. Everything inside had already been stripped clean essentially eaten up.

“What happened?!”

“Why is it you three?!”

“What are you still doing here?”

“Don’t you know this is already the Fire School’s dormitory?”

“Get out! You’re not welcome here!”

The commotion attracted several Fire Apprentices who stormed into the Junk Room, and upon seeing Samimi and the others, they sneered.

But in the next moment, the Nun of Atonement gripped her Divine Staff tightly and swung it fiercely, knocking down the loudest Fire Apprentice with one strike silencing him physically.

“Bawk?!” “They’re hitting people! It’s a rebellion! Murder!”

The other Fire Apprentices’ eyes widened in shock; they never expected such violence to erupt in the Continental Magic Academy.

“Perfect, Rebecca! This staff is amazing. The feeling of smashing heads is just incredible.”

With that strike, Samimi felt unprecedented pleasure and comfort. She raised both hands in gratitude to the Goddess.

“Heretical Nun! You’re looking for death! Do you know who we are? You will be burned alive by fire!” A Fire Apprentice shouted angrily, activating his Flame Shield. He was still quite rational.

“Flame Shield? Whether you can burn me to death or not, I don’t know, but today your heads will definitely be cracked open,” Samimi snapped back with no pretense left, her voice filled with malice and violence.

“[Kunping Enchanted Sword Enchantment].”

As she spoke, her Runic Staff emitted a deep red glow, thorny vines twisting around it.