Tora-Bachi Tomei proactively left the hospital room, leaving Lin Wuming and Stiyl to their conversation.
“She’s a good girl, isn’t she?” Stiyl said, looking towards the door.
“Ahem, time is limited. If you have something to say, please do so,” Lin Wuming reminded him.
“It’s nothing special, other than the routine thanks, I’m here to tell you something—after all, you have a right to know,” Stiyl said, with a cigarette in his mouth, unlit due to being in the hospital. “I’m preparing to leave.”
“It seems your mission is complete,” Lin Wuming nodded.
“Thanks to you, it is,” Stiyl nodded. “Also, Aureolus—he’s dead. And the alchemists will be taken over by the Necessarius.”
“So, he actually…”
“Things like changing faces,” Stiyl interrupted Lin Wuming, “whether it’s magic or your scientific technology, can be done. Well, being here, I’ll explain it a little more clearly—consider it a kind of ‘extradition’ process. We will take over the alchemists next. This has already been discussed with the Chairman.”
“I understand,” Lin Wuming nodded, not surprised by this outcome. “But what does this have to do with me?”
“That’s why I said it’s a right to know. As a Board Member, you should have at least the minimum right to know, right?” Stiyl explained, “Especially since you’ve been deeply involved in this incident.”
“Tch, what cheap compensation,” Lin Wuming clicked his tongue.
“I’m sorry, I can’t pay you more,” Stiyl said with a serious face, apologizing, “But consider it a little compensation, giving you some information for reference, regarding this.”
Saying that, Stiyl pointed to his forehead.
“The reason it exhibits the characteristics of ‘stigmata,’ and even saved your life…” Stiyl continued, “The Archbishop’s explanation is—you cannot curse an object that is already cursed, especially under the premise of bearing the highest level of curse.”
Listening to Stiyl’s meaning, there was also a priority among “curses.” Inheriting the “curse” of “Dragon King’s Breath” was undoubtedly the most powerful kind. Therefore, if other forces tried to influence Lin Wuming’s body, they would have to pass the “Dragon King’s Breath” level first.
“Dragon King’s Breath” originated from the power of “Saint George.” In the power system constructed by the Anglican Church, the “power of Saint George” was almost equivalent to the “power of angels.”
—The power of “artificial angels.”
Therefore, in terms of rank, the “curse” Lin Wuming bore was a rather high-level power. Under normal circumstances, it would be difficult to encounter a power more advanced than it.
Thus, Lin Wuming could be considered to have gained a blessing in disguise, fighting poison with poison, and indirectly obtaining a firewall against magical attacks.
While explaining, Stiyl also sized up Lin Wuming with the eyes of someone looking at a rare and exotic animal.
“…Well, that’s roughly the situation. For reference only,” Stiyl shrugged. “If the Archbishop hadn’t told me this personally, I would never have believed such nonsense.”
“Since this is a harmful curse,” Lin Wuming twirled the hair in front of his forehead, “why can’t I feel its ‘harmful’ aspect now?”
“Who knows?” Stiyl spread his hands. “That’s why I said for reference only. You are an esper, and there are many things we can’t delve into too deeply. In short, you don’t need to worry too much, but don’t be too careless either. Pay more attention to this power.”
“What’s with this contradictory statement?” Lin Wuming was speechless for a moment. “In the end, hasn’t the problem not been solved at all?”
“Since that’s the case, then don’t waste time here,” Tora-Bachi Tomei said at the door. “The time has long exceeded.”
“How strict,” Stiyl raised his hands in surrender. “Then I’ll take my leave. I wish you a speedy recovery, Lin Wuming.”
“Wuming,” Tora-Bachi Tomei put down the tray in her hand and reached out to stroke the hair in front of Lin Wuming’s forehead. “Is this really okay?”
“For the time being, there’s no unusual feeling,” Lin Wuming said. “It’s useless to worry now, so let’s leave it at that.”
“By the way,” Tora-Bachi Tomei turned to ask, “Wuming, how are you feeling now? Do you still have a headache?”
“To be honest, I still feel a little tired,” Lin Wuming said with a frown. “But I know very well that my body has been fully rested.”
“The doctor—Dr. Heaven Canceller just told me,” Tora-Bachi Tomei picked up a cup from the tray, “If you still feel tired, then continue to sleep.”
“Sleep again?” Lin Wuming showed a look of annoyance. “I’m almost tired of lying down…”
“Here is a sleeping pill, which can ensure adequate sleep,” Tora-Bachi Tomei handed over the cup.
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“Dr. Heaven Canceller’s instructions.”
“Alright,” Lin Wuming finally took the cup.
Dr. Heaven Canceller’s medical advice should still be followed.
…
When he woke up again, Lin Wuming felt much better. At least the lingering feeling of fatigue had been significantly relieved.
Lin Wuming slowly opened his eyes: “Is it a whole day again? This time I rested for quite a long time.”
“That being said, but for the sake of your health, it’s best to sleep for a few more days.” Dr. Heaven Canceller’s voice came from the bedside.
“Wuming-senpai, you’re awake!” From a closer distance, was Misaka Mikoto.
“Mikoto…”
“It’s so good that I could wait until senpai woke up!” Misaka Mikoto said excitedly, “If it was a little later, I would have to go back!”
Because Shirai Kuroko was accidentally trapped in a dangerous place before, the school has also strengthened the protection measures for students—in short, it is to further strengthen management.
These past few days happen to be at the height of the storm, and Misaka Mikoto and Shirai Kuroko, who are being closely watched, have no chance to violate curfew again.
“…Where’s Tora-Bachi?” Lin Wuming asked.
After all, before he fell asleep, the last impression was Tora-Bachi Tomei’s face.
“Ugh…” Misaka Mikoto pouted unhappily and glared fiercely.
