Chapter 71: Green Demon Art

But I could never live as easily and carefree as them.

Because my path forward was blocked by the Flame School, and if I wanted to move on, I could only join the filthy melting pot of the Flame School.

“……” Bemore found herself feeling a bit envious of them.

But I am a bad person.

I am an undercover agent. My mission here is to bring them harm.

So she quickly dismissed the kindness in her heart. The reason they could be so happy was because of their ignorance, because they weren’t even real mages.

They’re just playing house here, passing their days, and once they’ve got their gold plating, they can go back to the Church and live a good life. But where can I go? They have no idea what kind of burdens I’m carrying.

Without the guidance of a Grand Magister, the School of Healing is just wasting time.

Bemore had already learned from chatting why Samimi had come to the Continental Magic Academy—it was because the Saintess had forced her to come.

The Church had simply given up on her, pushing this thankless task onto her.

After all, the Church had its own mages, and their understanding of magic was second only to the Continental Magic Academy. The Church was fully capable of training its own mages, like Sashafa.

The Church sent people to the Continental Magic Academy, claiming it was cooperation, but in some sense, it was just a test of invasion.

You impure clergy will be driven out of the Magic Academy sooner or later. Even if I don’t do it, someone else will.

Another long, stinky internal monologue…

Little did she know, while Bemore was feeling pretty good about herself, Samimi had already quietly drawn the “grand prize.”

After several days of analyzing the Book of Universal Magic, she finally found the miraculous Universal Spell she had dreamed of, called: [Green Light Mana Conversion – Ultra-Short Range Auxiliary Spell], or simply [Green Demon Art].

But this wasn’t really a Universal Spell—it was an auxiliary spell specifically for priests.

The effect of Green Demon Art is [convert healing power into mana], delivering it to a designated target. Essentially, it’s a Support Spell.

The effect sounds wonderful, but in reality, it can only convert at most half of the healing amount into mana, which is a big loss in terms of efficiency.

But hey, it’s better than nothing, right?

Hehe, just look at what this spell does and you should know what this little leech is going to do next, right?

And this spell isn’t even for Samimi herself—her Healing Spell is like a trickle of pee, completely unimpressive.

Her own healing amount is already low, and converting it to mana is an even bigger loss. This spell is completely useless for Samimi herself.

Jie jie, now you know who this spell is for, right?

Of course, it’s for the most talented and powerful healer in Church history—Miss Rebecca!

Rebecca and Samimi had already been studying together for a while.

Samimi found that no matter how she improved her Healing Spell, it was still just so-so. Even though she had awakened Healing Power, she really had no talent for healing.

On the other hand, Rebecca had learned a few Support Spells and tried them out, but the effects were mediocre—she just didn’t have the knack for support.

She couldn’t rapid-chant, couldn’t instantly stack a set of Buffs on teammates like Samimi. By the time she finished casting her enhancements, the battle would probably be over—completely useless.

Rebecca’s Support Technique effects were only half of Samimi’s. If Samimi could boost strength by 20 points, Rebecca could only boost by 10.

Maybe that doesn’t sound like much, but to put it in perspective: in a card game, if a support character’s exclusive weapon could boost the main DPS by 20%, you’d do anything to get it!

But if that weapon only boosted by 10%? Why bother! Get lost!

So, dreams are beautiful, but reality is harsh.

Samimi and Rebecca’s support and healing abilities were both unique and couldn’t be learned from each other.

That was awkward. Super-support Samimi was hot in this version, but the strongest healer Rebecca was just a useless deadweight.

So Samimi had to find a way to make Rebecca useful.

Otherwise, all her hard work to get Rebecca into the team would be wasted.

Besides, Samimi wasn’t invincible—she actually had a huge weakness: endurance.

She was a glass cannon support, needing to maintain so many buffs, sometimes even for multiple teammates at once. Her mana was like a leaky basin, pouring out in torrents.

Now she had to maintain a Magic Shield for herself, and for Niubao too, plus double Enchantment. Just thinking about the mana cost gave her a headache.

Samimi’s mana pool was already top-tier among her age group, but it still wasn’t enough.

She could only manage short bursts; in drawn-out battles, her weakness would be exposed.

And this Green Demon Art was the key to breaking that deadlock!

With just this one spell, Rebecca could rise to the throne of a super support.

She would support Samimi, and Samimi would support the rest of the team. That way, their team could form the unbeatable [Perpetual Motion Mode].

“Hard work always pays off.” Samimi collapsed on the desk, having drawn the God Card, feeling completely deflated and needing a moment to catch her breath.

“Uuu, everything Great Samimi does is for me, uuu.” Rebecca immediately knelt down beside her, hugging Samimi’s beautiful black-stockinged legs, and started sobbing again.

“……” Samimi looked at Rebecca’s pitiful, cowardly posture—always kneeling to her at the drop of a hat—and her good mood was instantly cut in half.

Bemore, who was meditating across from them, heard the commotion, squinted her eyes into a line, glanced over, then went back to meditating.

She no longer cared at all about Samimi’s sexual orientation.

Because Bemore thought Rebecca’s orientation was questionable too—these two female clergy were birds of a feather.

“Uuu, I used to bully Great Samimi and Niubao so much, but Great Samimi is still so good to me.” Rebecca nuzzled her little face into the gap of Samimi’s thigh, muttering self-criticism, but clearly enjoying herself.

Even Samimi started to wonder if Rebecca had issues with her orientation. Otherwise, why was she always crying and hugging her thigh?

And it was fake crying, too—she’d done it so many times without ever shedding a tear.

Could it be that Rebecca was the real actress here, and she herself was just a supporting role on the sidelines?

Forget it, let’s not talk about this for now.

Samimi had held back many times, but this time, she really couldn’t hold back anymore.

“Bang!” She raised her hand and chopped down with a karate hand, whacking Rebecca on the head.

“Ah!” Rebecca yelped in pain, clutching her head and crouching under the desk, asking fearfully, “Why did Great Samimi hit me?”

“I’m helping you not so you can be a coward who just clings to others! Stand tall! I want you to grow into a Saint Priest who can stand on her own!” Samimi said righteously, scolding loudly.

“Good hit, I’ve wanted to do that for ages.” Bemore cheered from the side.