Chapter 100: Academy Faction War (Part 6)
Bemore found a shabby box containing the fruits of her entire lifetime—her Book of Magic Notes.
However, when she opened it, she saw that all her magic notes were ruined, completely soaked, the ink blurred beyond recognition, leaving nothing usable.
The only thing left intact was the short staff placed at the bottom of the box.
Samimi stood nearby, watching as Bemore retrieved her equipment, frowning as she sensed something was off.
Because the White-haired Witch’s L-shaped short staff was supposed to be one—yet there were two!
She pulled out two L-shaped short staffs from the broken box: one pitch black, the other pure white.
“What’s this white one?” Samimi asked in shock.
“That’s my spare wand. Is there a problem?” Bemore retorted.
Samimi had no words but felt a storm brewing inside.
Where on earth did Bemore hide so many strange things?
The White-haired Witch’s weapon and spell designs clearly copied from gun mechanics—just pulling out the Black Staff was intimidating enough, and now there’s a White Staff too? Was she planning to cosplay as a trickster?
Characters who dual-wield weapons are usually ruthless, but those who dual-wield the Black-and-White Twin Staffs are the most ruthless among the ruthless!
Bemore picked up the black and white staffs, expertly spinning them with one hand, looking less and less like a mage.
She cast a Small Fireball with her hand, burning her damaged Book of Magic Notes to ashes, and casually destroyed the entire Testimonial Room as well.
Flames spread quickly, reducing everything to gray ash.
“You deserve to be kicked out of the Flame School. You are a one hundred percent Heretical Magician,” Samimi said with regret.
Bemore didn’t want to waste time talking to a nagging pest like Samimi. Grabbing her wands, she turned away from the blazing Testimonial Room, eager to head into battle.
“Wait, wait for us! Don’t just run off—do you even have any Team Spirit?” Samimi nagged right in her ear.
Bemore’s face twisted in frustration like a bitter melon, caught between wanting to go and having to stay.
“Remember who pulled you out of that dark, hellish Four Cages? It was Lady Samimi. We stormed the Flame City Fortress because of courage you’ll never have in your lifetime. You should listen to our orders,” Priestess Rebecca said more forcefully, bossy enough to make one sweat.
When Samimi started speaking, she wouldn’t stop for ten sentences, more annoying than a persistent fly.
“Fine, fine, I get it. Stop nagging in my ear,” Bemore said.
“You sound really resentful!” Rebecca kept taunting.
“Alright, alright, let’s argue after the fight. After the fight, we’ll have plenty of time to sort things out,” Samimi quickly covered Rebecca’s mouth.
How did a proper Priestess turn into such a pressure monster?
The two of them were like a gaming duo of “Princess” and “Knight”—and ironically, Bemore was the princess.
What’s a Princess and Knight?
It’s the most disgusting random duo in gaming history: a clueless princess who can’t play and a male fanboy knight who blindly follows her.
A princess who can’t play ruins the whole game, and if you dare say anything bad about the princess, the fanboy knight immediately pops up, cursing your entire family.
No logic, no game sense—if you insult his princess, he’ll ragequit and fight you. He thinks he’s protecting the princess, but in reality, he’s a groveling, despicable fanboy of the lowest kind, rating fifty stars for shamelessness.
Being stuck with such pests, Bemore absolutely refused to be the princess.
“Your words are poisonous. Say less,” Samimi mocked Rebecca, “If you have any opinions, tell me. I’ll help polish your words.”
“Oh.” Rebecca knew Lady Samimi was only doing it for her own good, so instead of getting angry, she felt touched.
Samimi was also mellowing out—she never thought she’d become a fanboy herself, and a female one at that.
The four of them returned to the first floor’s Main Hall, as the only way up was through the Main Building here.
“The Red Lion’s lying there—do you want to finish him off now?” Samimi pointed at the unconscious red-haired man by the door.
Bemore stayed silent, playing it cool, but quickly raised the Black Staff and fired a Small Fireball.
The small fireball struck the Red Lion’s groin, burning his clothes and hair off, giving him a full-body painless hair removal treatment.
Her flame control was truly impressive. Ordinary Fire Mages couldn’t control fire to such a delicate degree.
The dungeon really was a good place for cultivation.
Knowing that she herself had once been locked up in a dungeon for a few days, perhaps she would have gained a new understanding as well.
“I’m not coming with you,” Shadow Wolf Sister suddenly pulled back, refusing to follow, “I have to report back to the Head Resident.”
“Why? Come with us,” Samimi invited.
“I’m a beastman; I’m afraid of fire. I can only take on these weaklings. Facing that group of lions, one wolf is of no help and would just get in the way,” Shadow Wolf Girl explained.
“You talk so sensibly, it’s unsettling, Niubao,” Samimi joked.
“Niubao, you guys can go back to the Moon Pavilion first,” Priestess Rebecca said gently. “Wait for good news, wait for us to come back and hold a celebration. Bye-bye.”
“You sound so gentle, it’s weird,” Samimi mocked twice in a row.
“Lady Samimi, can you sometimes read the atmosphere?” Rebecca complained.
“Bye-bye. See you again at the Moon Pavilion,” Wolf Girl vanished in a flash of invisibility.
And just as they were halfway through opening champagne and chatting slowly, Niubao had already single-handedly fought her way to the third floor of the castle.
But this time, Niubao finally met an opponent—not like before, getting cut up like vegetables, pinned down by fire sprays in the stairwell corner, unable to show herself.
Here were several senior Flame School students—not the lowly foot soldiers downstairs, but elite mages with impressive skills, the backbone of the Flame School.
Unlike the scattered novices below, they knew how to cooperate and fight indoors.
They cast concentrated fire magic attacks, no longer using large-area explosive spells like big fireballs.
Their Shield of Flame Magic was also much stronger, not something that an Enchanted Golden Sword could break through with a single hit.
Even Niubao could only tactically avoid the sharp edges, but fortunately, she was finally awaiting reinforcements.
“Niubao, you’ve worked hard.”
After much delay, the trio of Samimi arrived at the stairwell entrance on the third floor to join Niubao.
But when Niubao saw Bemore, her gaze sharpened. She looked at Bemore with clear hostility, even more disdainful than at Priestess Rebecca.
Because this traitor’s betrayal had caused Lady Priestess to be burned by the enemy’s Fire Dragon—a grave offense in Niubao’s eyes.
Niubao despised betrayal above all else it was the vilest and most despicable act!