A Scientific Urban Detective

The next day, at dusk, in Academy City, Stiyl once again set foot on the ground of District 23 after several days. After smoothly completing the entry procedures, he intended to go straight to District 7 to visit an "old friend." However, as soon as he walked out of the terminal, a car that had been waiting for him directly took him to a luxurious hotel located in District 2.

It was said to be a reception arranged specifically by Chairman Aleister to allow the reinforcements who had come from afar to rest and adjust their condition.

Having had an experience of directly facing Chairman Aleister a few days ago, Stiyl did not raise any objections and wisely chose to go along with the arrangements.

In Stiyl's view, the ruler of Academy City, Chairman Aleister, had similarities with his own Archbishop in many ways.

For example, at first glance, they both seemed to be non-threatening types—

One was a beautiful girl who looked like she had just come of age. Apart from her exaggeratedly long hair, she exuded an air of frailty.

The other, although looking very strange, was soaked in a tank, practically paralyzed, and naturally not a dangerous type either.

However, only when truly facing them in person could one experience a hint of something from the depths of their soul.

Powerful, dangerous!

—If they wanted to, killing me would probably only take a moment, right?

Stiyl smiled bitterly in his heart. It was truly ironic that as leaders of their respective camps, they clearly possessed the strongest combat power, yet they always made us, the small fry beneath them, work our butts off…

Stiyl had no doubt that if Chairman Aleister was willing to take action, resolving the Aureolus issue would definitely not be difficult!

"No, this is indeed a troublesome matter."

The next day, when he once again came to the "Building Without Windows" to meet Chairman Aleister, the human suspended upside down in the giant test tube said this.

"This is not a simple battle of combat power," Chairman Aleister explained. "The key is that he is a magician, one of your people."

"If I could freely mobilize the chess pieces in my hand, there would be plenty of ways to deal with him. But doing so would mean 'science has defeated magic,' which would inevitably trigger a new round of confrontation between the opposing forces."

Stiyl continued, "That's why you asked the Church of England for reinforcements from afar?"

"Yes," Chairman Aleister admitted. "Another important point is that this enemy is indeed very strong—if it could be handled discreetly, from my position, I would of course prefer to handle everything privately. As long as no news leaks out, even if 'science has defeated magic,' it wouldn't matter. It's just a pity…"

"You failed?" Stiyl frowned. "You've already sent people to try?"

"Of course, otherwise, where would the information come from?"

"The information I received didn't mention anything about that."

"I told you, this kind of news, if not managed carefully, will trigger a confrontation between the camps," Chairman Aleister said. "I'm revealing this to you just to remind you not to be careless. The enemy is very strong."

"Thank you for your kindness," Stiyl said, "but whether the enemy is strong or weak, I will make a judgment after seeing them with my own eyes."

"What I mean is," Chairman Aleister continued, "you can find a partner. A Level 0, a powerless individual, even if they get involved in this incident, cannot represent our Academy City, so you can use them with peace of mind."

"Ah, I understand. I will," Stiyl nodded repeatedly, and couldn't help but mutter, "You guys wouldn't have colluded beforehand, would you?"

"This is the best decision to improve efficiency and success rate," Chairman Aleister said calmly.

"Even the ruthless side is similar," Stiyl muttered. "Speaking of which, that guy is still in the hospital, right? Isn't this too cruel…"

"Don't worry," a huge clock emerged in the room. "At this time, Touma Kamijou has already completed his discharge procedures and is preparing to return to his dormitory."

In the hospital room, Touma Kamijou, with Index's help, was packing his luggage, preparing to go home after being discharged.

The day before yesterday, in order to help Lin Wuming "remove the curse," he asked Heaven Canceller to remove the cast on his right hand and perform a comprehensive re-examination.

The results showed that Touma Kamijou's recovery was very good. Although it couldn't be said that he had fully recovered, he had reached the point where he could go home and recuperate on his own, and didn't need to stay in the hospital for 24/7 care anymore.

It was unknown whether it was Heaven Canceller's superb medical skills or Touma Kamijou's own strong recovery ability.

After being granted permission to be discharged, Touma Kamijou immediately became restless. He finally waited until today, and after all the procedures were completed, he couldn't wait to go home!

Although there were nurses to take care of him in the hospital, and all expenses were reimbursed by Lin Wuming, Touma Kamijou still felt more comfortable returning to his own home.

Not to mention, Touma Kamijou really felt that his injuries had almost healed. Continuing to stay in the hospital was really a waste of time and money. With his habits and moral requirements, he really didn't want to continue wasting his friend's money because of this…

You know, Touma Kamijou had been plagued by bad luck since he was a child, and getting injured was commonplace; perhaps because of this, his self-healing speed was also extraordinary.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible for him to grow up healthy to this day.

However, after all, it takes a hundred days to recover from a bone injury, and the injuries to his feet were indeed more serious, so Touma Kamijou still had to use a wheelchair for the time being.

"So… are you imitating Lin Wuming?" After blocking Touma Kamijou on the road, Stiyl frowned and sized him up for a while before saying.

"What do you mean imitating Wuming!" Touma Kamijou retorted, "My injuries haven't healed yet, you bastard! It's only been a few days, you should know how serious my injuries were!"

"It's okay," Stiyl carefully examined the boy in the wheelchair, especially his right hand. Seeing that it wasn't wrapped in a cast or bandages, he nodded in satisfaction. "As long as you can move, it's fine. The cast on your right hand has also been removed, that's good."

"Hey, what do you mean by that? It's like I'm just an accessory to my right hand…" Touma Kamijou immediately became vigilant. "Also, what are you doing back here all of a sudden, you magician?"

As he spoke, Touma Kamijou manipulated the wheelchair, shielding Index behind him—could it be… that the Necessarius was preparing to take Index away?

Stiyl glanced at him and sneered, "Don't worry, no one wants to strip you of your duties as a temporary collar… for now."

Touma Kamijou immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"But," Stiyl changed the subject, "as a temporary collar, you also have responsibilities that you must shoulder. Let's go, there's a mission."