Chapter 75: Not Sisters (Part 4)

“This move…”

Samimi’s expression grew sharp.

Others might not understand the White-haired Witch, but could she herself not see it?

This was Bemore’s Ultimate Formula. It seemed she had gradually awakened and comprehended her own unique finishing move.

This Small Fireball may look simple, but there was a lot to it. But that’s a topic for another time.

“Ah!”

“What!”

As soon as the Frost Fortress was cracked open, the two Frost Mage Senior Sisters could no longer keep up their cold, aloof act. Their already pale faces turned even whiter, and they cried out in fright.

At this moment, the weakness of the Academy Mage was laid bare—they had no real combat skills at all, only knowledge of magic theory and endless meditation.

Moreover, Frost Magic wasn’t good at explosions, so there was no way to break through Samimi’s Wall of Thorns.

They cowered inside the Frost Fortress, not even knowing how to reposition themselves. How could they possibly deal with the Nun of Atonement?

And it wasn’t just the Nun of Atonement—looking at that white-haired girl, with her witch-like aura, their hands trembled with fear.

All the Frost Arrows missed, and now even their proud Frost Fortress had been breached. The Frost Sisters had entered a phase of existential doubt.

Magicians were the most prone to questioning their very existence.

You could say magicians were simply too smart, too stubborn. The higher their intelligence, the lower their SAN (sanity) value. Confronted with something incomprehensible, they would instantly go mad.

Once madness set in, flaws would appear, and defeat would follow like a landslide.

This often happened to magicians—any small change could throw off their casting, reducing the power of their spells.

Among all factors, shock and fear had the greatest impact on performance. Once frightened, a person couldn’t calm down for quite some time.

The fourth round of Frost Arrows formed at a snail’s pace, and their already dubious aim became downright laughable.

Sure enough, the frightened Frost Mage Senior Sister’s spellcasting was barely completed.

“?”

Bemore just stood there, not even needing to counterattack or dodge. Those Frost Arrows veered off wildly on their own.

Kind-hearted archery, edge-shooting—making a comeback in the world.

Meanwhile, the Frost Fortress maintained by the other Frost Mage Senior Sister started convulsing for some unknown reason. The ice bricks began to wobble as if they were drunk!

Bemore seized the chance and fired a tiny fireball, lodging it right in a gap between the ice bricks.

“Boom!”

With a bang, even the Frost Fortress couldn’t withstand the White-haired Witch’s mysterious Small Fireball. It shattered into countless shards of ice on the spot.

When the icy mist cleared, the two Frost Mage Senior Sisters were already weak at the knees, sitting dazed on the ground, with not a shred of resistance left in them.

“Is Senior Sister Bemore done?”

“The match is over, the shield is broken.”

“Senior Sister, don’t go too far—just let it end here.”

Samimi lounged behind the Wall of Thorns, sipping tea, even finding time to chat with Miss Priest Rebecca at the edge of the arena. She had no need to get involved personally.

After breaking the Frost Fortress, Bemore showed no expression, spun her staff behind her back, and turned away from the arena with cold indifference—so cool it was almost criminal.

Truly, she remained silent until she stunned the world with a single move!

The onlooking apprentices instantly remembered this white-haired girl, whose strength was like that of a demon.

Samimi watched this scene and secretly sneered.

Redemption Plan! Complete!

If an undercover agent was someone nobody knew, who would care whether she betrayed or not?

A clown, a nobody—who would bother?

But if she was a campus celebrity, the impact of her betrayal would be on a whole different level.

After the duel, the four from the School of Healing headed straight home, saying nothing and acting like masters—the main point was to leave quickly.

Once they left, over a hundred magic apprentices lingered around the white-brick arena, reluctant to disperse.

Everyone replayed the recent battle in their minds, analyzing whether they could learn something to improve their own skills.

“Frost Magic—good stuff.”

Samimi, too, walked while taking out her notebook, jotting down notes as she reviewed the match.

Nature’s Five Elements—she had already faced three of them, though the Water School only counted as half.

“Lightning Magic: fast, powerful, great penetration—probably the most cost-effective combat magic.”

“Fire Magic: high damage, wide area, strong destructive force, simple and easy to use.”

“Frost Magic: can attack and defend, no flaws, well-rounded, the perfect element. It’s just a pity they lost today because they were too well-rounded. Versatility can’t beat our Briar Magic.”

Samimi wrote down the traits of the three Elemental Magics she had encountered, thinking she might face other Elemental Magic users in the future.

Bemore listened in, secretly taking notes and memorizing Samimi’s summaries.

It was all basic, common knowledge about Elemental Magic—everyone in the Academy knew it. Only these two oddball priestesses acted like they were making profound observations. It was laughable.

But at this thought, Bemore realized she knew all about Elemental Magic but had never thought to share her knowledge with Samimi and the others.

Was I… selfish?

Now, hearing Samimi analyze Elemental Magic from the most basic traits, it was like a caveman entering the city—utterly ridiculous.

But Bemore couldn’t laugh. Instead, she felt a little stifled.

If she weren’t an undercover agent, she wouldn’t care about sharing—after all, it wasn’t some big secret.

But she was an undercover agent. How could she help her targets?

That would be a violation of professional ethics!

It seemed the psychological struggle every undercover agent had to endure was happening to Bemore as well.

Though she tried hard to deny it, after joining the School of Healing and living peacefully with them for a while, she had developed feelings for her targets—maybe even sympathy.

That was uncomfortable. An undercover agent must never have feelings, let alone sympathy.

Otherwise, when the time came to act, she would only hesitate.

Back at the Moon of Darkness Hall.

The moment she entered, Bemore realized she not only felt a sense of belonging to the School of Healing, but was also growing attached to the Moon of Darkness Hall.

Compared to the grand castle of the Flame School, this place was a hundred times warmer and cozier. Every time she returned here, her mood relaxed and calmed, and her meditation and cultivation improved greatly.

Though every heretical magician here was an oddball girl, she was no better than any of them. It seemed this was where she truly belonged.

“No, White-haired Witch, what are you thinking? You’re a piranha, not a goldfish! I’m meant for great things—don’t let useless conscience cloud your grand ambitions!”

Bemore returned to her room, closed the door, and started muttering to herself, continuing her long, rambling train of thought.

Rebecca also went back to her room to cultivate her Green Demon Art, hoping to help Lady Mimi as soon as possible.

Niubao ran up to the rooftop to practice swordsmanship.

Only Samimi lay down on the sofa, slacking off and lazing around.

“The sofa at the Moon of Darkness Hall is so soft. I must get one for my own home someday.”