Chapter 470

No. 53: Orderliness Has Its Own Significance

Chaldea Medical Office, Ward 7.

This time it's a normal ward, without an overly large room size, and without hangar-like furnishings.

Even the large aircraft that should exist has turned into a young man in Western formal attire—half-reclining on the hospital bed, his suit full of bandages; at first glance it looks like he's trying to cosplay a crab-eating mummy, but actually...

"It's truly baffling! No matter how we take off his clothes to apply medicine and bandage, that outfit returns to him within ten minutes!"

"Probably an accidental phenomenon caused by leaving the data and returning to reality."

The woman in nun's attire explained thus, she who is forbidden by a certain B. B from stepping into the data world; although it's a pity she can't help the Master on that battlefield, she can likewise assist the doctor in caring for the patient.

Of course, the doctor isn't very keen on her helping.

And he also doesn't think this patient needs any particular care.

The real rescue is conducted in the data world; now, after waking, receiving medication in the real world is merely an attempt.

This patient isn't a regular patient in the conventional sense, so he doesn't need standard patient care methods.

Just like a certain doctor, after simply asking if he's dizzy, if his wound hurts, if there are any other abnormal symptoms, he directly prescribed him a fried chicken burger recipe.

Then he eagerly ate it with great spirit.

Wow! Truly a hand that brings spring back to life! Doctor Roman!

Before that doctor was 'knocked out' by a nurse's elbow, a certain Hei'an-period wakaJK writer was praising him thus.

This is Chaldea.

Its staff composition is very divine, very strange, very hard to describe; it sounds like some Lovecraft academy, but the actual composition isn't entirely unrelated.

Fortunately the purity isn't that high, otherwise we couldn't squeeze in.

For example, take the Yellow-Clothed King who just appeared on TV a while ago.

Even this Yellow-Clothed wanderer of Beta Lyrae and the green-skinned fatty in the sea have long been chased together by the Ultraman black gang, with meat chunks and clothes blasted into fragments.

Moreover, many of those related isotopes from other worlds also couldn't find a gap to squeeze in.

Even if members of their worlds accidentally entered this world, the Heaven Gate found their world's location and sent them back, making those who received the news quite curious about this side.

Full is full, unless you thin your elements enough, like a clone's clone, clone's scraps, someone who somewhat metaphorically represents an element, then perhaps you could try to forcefully squeeze in.

This is usually an operation that only higher-dimensional beings like gods can attempt.

Performing microscopic surgery on the information composition that constitutes oneself.

But these Servants of Chaldea, relying on the convenience of the Spirit Origin system itself, can make some absurd, bold, and I-dunno-what modifications.

To achieve effects like higher-dimensional conversion, splicing, cutting, etc.

Then some entities that indeed have Outer God elements can mix in this way.

Even able to engage in cross-world communication with the Outer Gods of this world, then discuss when the anthropomorphic trend of Outer Gods began.

But enough chatter, now is the occasion of a certain super agent.

Having awakened from his childhood call, he finally managed to shift from that troublesome aircraft form back to a convenient, friendly human form; the Chaldea staff responsible for his care then hurriedly brought him from the recuperative data world back to the real world.

And they stuffed a plastic toy into his hand for comfort.

—That is the reinforced framework designed by Da Vinci and her team of designers per Aomo's suggestion for him.

It is both equipment to repair his frame and a complex device that can be disassembled and reassembled into reinforced armor, expanding his engine output.

Of course, outwardly it looks just like a very crude toy race car, to the point that even a remote‑control system can't be fitted inside.

The toy's effect is astonishing.

Waking up, I found myself in a strange room (the ward), wearing strange attire (referring to certain servants' excessively self‑conscious outfits), under a terrifying gaze (a certain unnamed Zhuge Liang who has been waiting too long for clues).

This super agent didn't even jump up in fright to kick the overtime worker in front of him, which already counts as a great feat achieved together by the toy and the little girl.

What the latter refers to are the few little girls who have been guiding him by voice throughout his confusion: Nursery Rhyme, Innocent, and Little Jack.

Upon hearing that the master who would return would bring snacks to thank himself, he happily left, leaving Aiermeluo Ershi, Mogen, and Gele i to continue staying in this ward.

The common point among these three is that they are all related to the Clock Tower case.

Gele i is Ershi's assistant, and together they investigated the Clock Tower attack case, while Morgan is precisely the person whose reputation has been smeared.

Besides Miss Gele i who still wore a hood in the room, the gazes of the other two adults were utterly oppressive.

If it weren't for a certain doctor who entered the ward with an embarrassed yet polite smile, bringing a tablet, this silent standoff would likely have continued for much longer.

——

Yuehuanshe: 【Hello, masked super agent we meet for the first time.

Of course, there are also the Chaldea staff beside you; hello to you all. I guess Your Excellency Aiermeluo Ershi is also present, so I presume to suggest we get straight to the point, how about that?

Of course, Mr. Agent, you must be utterly confused now.

Not knowing where you are, not knowing who those people are.

But this actually isn't important; what matters is, do you still remember the battle before you lost consciousness?

You were pursuing a spacecraft, which was likely a vessel that violated the law and disrupted peace, even harboring aliens within, wielding the power of strange giant beasts.

Do you remember?

Those people around you wish to obtain this information.

Please try to recall, someone is thus suffering injustice】

——

Having typed the above content, the ending was rushed and no period was added; Aomo's messages never end with punctuation other than a question mark, only when writing long passages do they become relatively neat.

However, the reason this message was sent without the period is not that he didn't want to send it, but because he saw the Chazuo approaching.

「Trainer... 」

The black-haired girl's complexion was not good, and this was not because her sister had said something excessive in the call; on the contrary:

「【Friend】 agreed, but her condition seems……」「Not optimistic。」

Aomo took over the latter part of her words.

And he mentioned what she had said before.

"The city, streets, and buildings were jumping……"

"This probably doesn't belong to a normal way of moving under ordinary circumstances."

"Either she is chasing someone, or someone is chasing her, right?"

"Her breathing sounded hurried……" Chazuo said, her ears drooping, "For a spirit body, that shouldn't be the case, and it also sounds like there are some explosion and collapsing noises."

"I think she also didn't ask you for help, and even went through the motions of what she was doing."

"Hmm……"

"There should have been similar things before."

"……Hmm…"

"You should have confidence in her; she also knows my ability, but she has no intention of asking me for help."

"……" Chazuo fell silent, closed her eyes, then after a few seconds, her ears twitched slightly, she nodded, "Just for a short while, I can't even run."

Let's go to the activity room and get a cup of coffee; the intermittent connection also prevents most training. Aomo suggested.

Okay, then… let the trainer pay more attention to Suzi and Bourbon.

Compared to her own condition, the girl chose to let the trainer's attention go to her companion.

In response, Aomo simply crossed out the live broadcast link and forwarded it to the other party's Umaline.

Actually, it's no problem; even you can pay attention, but still go get a cup of coffee first—I can even use the conveyor belt to take you and your coffee together to visit them.

"Okay!" the girl replied.

Thus she was fully spirited up, and a new pop-up appeared on Aomo's screen.

From the Witch Beast came the documents and live broadcast application.

Also came a communication from Chaldea.

【I especially emphasize that the people around me want to obtain that information; what you want is different from theirs, right?】

Looking at this string of characters, a hint of a happy arc appeared on Aomo's usually calm face.

Yuehuanshe: 【Very sharp, Special Agent.】

【I and my companions are more interested in you, and in your HyperAgent.】

【What we want is your information, especially that of Gridman.】