Chapter 913: The Backlash of Magic
It wasn't easy, but Itsuwa finally arrived at the battlefield at the fastest speed. His attention was immediately drawn to the ruins and debris below the city wall, which looked as if they had been carpet-bombed. He then saw a man lying on the ground, surrounded by the Queen of the Church, Lin Wuming, and others.
Itsuwa felt a sense of déjà vu, as if he had experienced something similar not long ago.
That's right, just yesterday, when they arrived at Orsola Church to rendezvous with Lin Wuming and Kamijou Touma, they saw a similar scene—the enemy lying on the ground, their fate unknown, and the man named Lin Wuming standing by as the victor.
The Amakusa-style members couldn't help but look at each other. They had rushed over with all their might, taking less than ten minutes, but even so, they still didn't make it in time?
"You've all worked hard," Shinkanzaki said to her companions, her expression somewhat complex. "But as you can see, the battle is over, and the enemy... has been defeated."
"Too slow again, damn it!"
"We didn't help at all, and we missed the cruise ship... Doesn't that make us look like clowns?"
The Amakusa-style members complained one after another. They had been prepared to face a formidable enemy like Front.
In the end, nothing happened. Although it was a good outcome, it still inevitably left them with a sense of disappointment, like throwing a punch into thin air.
"Alright, I've seen your intentions and your resolve." Shinkanzaki could only smile wryly. "And even I couldn't help much, so you don't need to be too disheartened."
Hearing their Queen of the Church say this, the Amakusa-style members' gazes towards Lin Wuming changed again. They had long known that this second-in-command of Academy City had extraordinary combat power, but they never expected him to be this powerful.
A strong person who can defeat a Saint, and even "Angel Power"—such a strong person actually exists, and he's in Academy City, the scientific side.
But then again, can a super-standard existence like Lin Wuming truly be considered a "mortal"?
The Amakusa-style members' feelings were very complex. They felt that the existence of such a super-strong person was a mockery of them, these true "mortals."
"This has really blown up..." Tsuchimikado Motoharu, who had arrived with the Amakusa-style, didn't have so many idle thoughts. He mumbled to himself as if distracted.
"Is this William Orwell, who almost became a major general of the Knights?" Stiyl looked at the man lying on the ground. "By the way, how should we deal with him next?"
"That's the problem." Tsuchimikado Motoharu took two steps back and raised his hands in surrender. "This has nothing to do with me. Just pretend I wasn't here. You guys figure it out."
As if it were a hot potato, Tsuchimikado Motoharu avoided it and turned to leave.
After taking two steps, he turned back and reminded, "No matter how he's dealt with, there will be side effects, so my only advice is to make a decision quickly—before the Orthodox Church reacts."
Just then, Koura's voice suddenly rang out from the city gate, amplified by a loudspeaker: "Mr. Lin Wuming... Uh, Chairman Aleister has something to discuss with you. Please move to the conference room with your guests."
"Looks like we don't have to worry about it." Stiyl shrugged. "Now it's time for a king-to-king negotiation."
With that, Stiyl took out his phone and contacted Archbishop Lola, who was far away.
Both the incident itself and the heavyweight "trophy" that is Front were worth the direct involvement of the highest leaders of both factions for negotiations.
Of course, Lin Wuming had no interest in such negotiations, and even if he attended the meeting, he wouldn't play any role—on truly important matters, Academy City had always been Chairman Aleister's one-man show.
So, after leading the magicians into the conference room, Lin Wuming and the girls found an opportunity to leave directly.
Lin Wuming headed straight for the Hospital.
During the battle, in order to actively enter "Bullet Time" mode, Lin Wuming activated magic twice, thus suffering a backlash.
In addition, because he was caught in a super-high-speed battle spiral with Front, Lin Wuming's body and brain also endured a considerable burden.
During the battle, this minor discomfort could of course be overcome with willpower, but after the battle, he still needed to see a doctor as soon as possible.
In his office, Heaven Canceller looked Lin Wuming, who had come to him personally, up and down, with a curious expression.
"How rare..."
Lin Wuming said, "Indeed, my injuries this time aren't serious, but just to be safe, I..."
"No, no, no," Heaven Canceller waved his hand. "You don't need to explain coming to the Hospital. I've long been used to it, but... why are you alone this time?"
"Because only I'm injured?" Lin Wuming was a little confused.
"I mean, where's that girl Hu Feng? Or Shokuhou Misaki, or Misaka..." Heaven Canceller counted on his fingers. "Oh, right, I heard recently that little girl from the Shirai family also got involved, didn't she?"
"...You're a doctor, you don't need to be so gossipy, do you?" Lin Wuming complained. "Anyway, for various reasons, we've decided to temporarily keep Our distance... After all, you see, I'm not seriously injured."
If Lin Wuming were truly critically injured, his bedside would surely still be surrounded by people, right?
Heaven Canceller shook his head repeatedly: "As expected of young people! How can you 'keep your distance' at a time like this? You should shamelessly get closer and further narrow the distance!"
"Don't meddle in other people's business. Why are you all so fond of gossiping about these things...?" Lin Wuming complained. "Alright, let's get down to business! I'm injured, you know!"
Heaven Canceller looked as if he hadn't finished speaking, but in the end, his professional ethics prevailed.
Lin Wuming made a request as a patient, and Heaven Canceller, as a doctor, could only immediately get into character and begin treatment.
As a result, Lin Wuming lay in the multi-functional medical capsule for three hours.
Watching Heaven Canceller busy himself around him, not stopping for a moment, Lin Wuming finally couldn't help but ask, "Is it that complicated? My injuries this time shouldn't be serious, right?"
"Lin Wuming," the doctor sighed helplessly, "What do you take me for? I'm just a doctor with slightly better medical skills, not a priest character from a game. It's unrealistic to recite a few spells and have injuries heal instantly."
"I know that, of course..."
"Furthermore, your injuries are indeed not serious, but healing them is not that easy either," Heaven Canceller said. "Your actions are like drinking poison to quench thirst, a slow suicide!"
