Chapter 433: line with translation of chapter title

NO. 16: Not all are coincidences.

As a large-scale source-energy exchange academic organization, and a federally registered higher education institution.

The Clock Tower indeed has quite a bit of special equipment available for student operation, teacher demonstrations, and even infirmary use.

Whether it's a physical examination or a spiritual check, both can be done.

Expensive and dangerous equipment requiring supervision naturally needs an application submitted, but Aomo doesn't quite understand why that medical staff member is putting on such a wary expression.

It's clear we've met before, and we've even had brief cooperation.

"That… my current issue shouldn't be too serious, right?"

Looking at the head nurse before him, Aomo deliberately turned his head to glance at the full-length mirror not far away—just a few minutes earlier, he had measured his height and weight there, and now he was merely checking whether his eyes were turning red again.

The symptom of iris discoloration stems from demonic blood.

He had long known that whenever he became overly focused, especially earnest, that usually latent bloodline would surface.

For him, this stage has always been controllable, stemming from his mastery of his own psyche and spirit.

But not long ago, in Weber Wilwet's office, as well as in the hallway where he communicated with Kai.

He lost control three times, each while believing himself to be calm.

Even when observing the furnishings in Weber's office, he hadn't examined them closely enough to emit any aura or message.

But El-Melloi II's assessment of his monster was right there, and before Ob's reminder he had also noticed others' odd conditions.

It made him involuntarily reach into his pocket, feeling those quiet cards.

Obviously, this isn't their problem either.

And a certain head nurse went straight in, grabbing deep into Aomo's pocket, making it cramped, pulling out the card case at once, and also pulling out his hand.

"Only after the examination will we know the result; for now I must temporarily confiscate this!"

Florence Nightingale, without a doubt, is a person from the Hongying District; seeing her made Aomo a little startled, but there was no need to ask further.

At most, he just thought to himself how many acquaintances there were here; originally, among the people he knew, aside from Jidong natives, the second most were Hongying people...

"Um, can you place it within my field of view?"

"Right here."

The composite metal box was placed in front of the medicine preparation table, several meters away from the equipment Aomo was lying on; this head nurse seemed to truly regard it as an obstruction that could affect the physical examination results.

But if one truly wanted to sever the connection, this distance still wouldn't be enough.

Aomo could fully feel that his connection with the cards remained unbroken, able to resume at any moment.

But he felt this wasn't the cards' problem either.

The problem should lie within himself, which is why he came here.

But Aomo hadn't yet had the chance to tell those doctors his purpose and his 'condition' when Florence Nightingale rushed over from the rear desk, grabbed his hand, and dashed to the adjacent room.

The magnitude of the reaction was enough to make Aomo's heart flutter.

Although the head nurse is indeed a Berserker-class spirit made flesh, as a medical professional her determination and enthusiasm for study are always top-notch; considering this, Aomo has no doubt that her modern professional knowledge far surpasses that of Weber Wilwet.

Regarding the matter that a Caster's learning drive is inferior to a Berserker's……although absurd, considering it's the head nurse's medical knowledge, it actually makes sense.

So the reason she could become so agitated and rush out……must be that I have a serious problem visible to the naked eye, right?

"Very close!"

"What?"

"The aura is very similar to that of Angola Manu! I am currently syncing your data to Chaldea."

Nightingale said this while placing the metal instruments on the stretcher one by one onto Aomo's limbs, torso, and head.

And Aomo remained silent, wondering whether he should say something to Chazuo.

As for Xi and Suzi, never mind—they're prone to overinterpretation.

As for Bourbon, I'm a bit worried her manner of expression might cause misunderstanding.

Anyway, first let's call Morrison, who has finished watching the resurrection advertisement……

He thought nonchalantly, then raised his hand to swipe the side light screen, only to have it slapped down by another hand covered in a white glove.

"Don't move your hand, we're preparing to test."

"... Okay."

Arguing with a stubborn mental case is pointless; Aomo very honestly lowered his hand.

He very obediently continued to let his thoughts wander.

The evil of this world and such—even if it's merely similar, it sounds just as weird; because it's too inconceivable, it actually feels unreal.

Aomo even prepared to have this side checked once over, then go to the hospital for another check.

He originally had quite a bit of faith in the Clock Tower's medical examination equipment, but after hearing the head nurse's words, he's not so sure anymore.

The main reason is that it's all too sudden.

In the past few days there were no signs; today he suddenly began unconscious loss of control, and then you say you sense the aura of the archdemon on him……

If you had said this half a month ago, when he had just finished the Moon-Charge Symbol, he might still have believed it a bit, since that was when he first changed his fusion tendency.

From merely suppressing darkness while making contact, a little bit of control in hand, to directly accepting and embracing darkness, acting while only preserving the self——

——and then, at that time, he unintentionally revealed some malicious thoughts, which although he himself still wouldn't believe, at least rational thinking could acknowledge the possibility of such existence.

As for now……

Forget it—I ate and drank well yesterday, I even filled in some loopholes in the running technique for my subordinate horse girls, and I even took out a D-modified car that the horse girls had used; although I feel I've stirred up another trouble for myself, it's at least an even exchange, and my mood is still okay.

He hasn't even had a single nightmare.

How could he suddenly fall ill the next day?

And the archdemon……

This credibility is even less than that of the Dark Circle showing up beside me right now……

Aomo felt something was wrong with him, either his body or his mind, but the core of the problem was definitely not himself.

So think about the variables that existed yesterday and today...

Being hung by the Hongying government, meeting Hong Kai, arriving at the Clock Tower, having seen Aiermeluo Ershi...

Aomo lay on the stretcher, thinking, letting the device connected to him by countless detection ports run, then he suddenly heard hurried footsteps at the door, prompting him to instinctively want to lift his head.

"Don't move!" the head nurse sitting by the equipment is really strict.

So he could only hear a loud bang as the door was pushed open, then a familiar voice:

"Mr. Lindun! You... alright?"

"Mr. Lindun, are you okay?"

Already slightly bent over and lying on the edge of the stretcher was the grey-haired girl who had pulled back her hood, also the person he had initially planned to find.

And beside her stood a scorpion-tailed braid horse girl.

Obviously, this is Miss Desert Hero and Miss Grey, both looking at him with great concern, and naturally his own silent reflection appeared in the pupils.

Aomo was silent, he of course was silent.

Coming to visit and thank the benefactor, he ended up lying in the infirmary first—this development is too strange, already on the level of performance art; at such a time, saying anything like "Karerakarala" would hardly be convincing.

Especially, the other's expression also became frightened because they genuinely felt something.

To be honest, what the heck is going on?

Aomo lifted his eyes to try to see Nightingale's reaction, then he heard footsteps at the door becoming clearer, and they were the sound of high heels striking the ground, the frequency vaguely familiar.

"The reason Grey suddenly ran off is you... uh... the concept of evil attribute and demonicity, when did you start developing towards a servant?" the Boundary's Enchantress called out lightly,

That's right, familiar.

Not only familiar, but it also felt like a sudden electric current, making him think of a certain possibility.

And his thoughts, without hindering reality, also produced a few rather unfamiliar greetings:

"Mother you're here, he... seems somewhat familiar? I think I've seen him in a magazine..."

"I know, Bamwan, he is Aomo Lindun, that one from the villain ranking."

"Eh?! Is it him?"

"That's right, this is his appearance before transformation."

They were all unfamiliar women, young, immature, mature, all standing around in a pose simulating the scene "You're awake!"

It left him somewhat bewildered, yet also speechless.

"... Compared to mocking me, you should be more careful yourself, Ms. Morgan."

"I think this development is all thanks to you; you can still make it if you run now." Aomo said woodenly.

Even just two seconds after his words fell, there suddenly arose intense footsteps sounding from far outside the house.

This discrepancy is enough to prove that some people are truly unable to wait.

"Ms. Morgan Le Fay."

"You are further accused of collaborating with the demon Aomo Lindun to steal the Alte Organization's activation group; please come with us now to the Bureau of Judicial Affairs."