Conjurer? I, the Warhammer Psyker

Fire trucks outside, one after another, roared past and rushed towards the area where the explosion had just occurred.

Here is a temporary tent where the Spell Masters Association, Neon government officials, and people from the Neon military department all gathered to discuss the aftermath.

There are also many reporters outside the police "cordon" fence with microphones, reporting

"It is reported that just now in this city, due to the aging of underground natural gas pipelines, a violent explosion occurred near a highway."

"The fire is now under control"

Isayama Norimei watched the reporter skillfully carry the prepared manuscript. He could already imagine the reaction of people around the dining table when they saw this news while eating.

"Again, where did the Neon government spend taxpayers' money? This is the news every day."

Originally, there was a "tent", which can be used to hide a certain area with a barrier so that people without spell power cannot see it.

But the pillar of fire that soared into the sky directly tore the "tent" apart, presenting a scene like a natural disaster to the world.

The "culprit" who caused the cursed spirit to explode, Isayama Nomei, was looking at the hideous wound on his arm gradually healing at a speed visible to the naked eye under his rolled-up sleeves.

"It got better so quickly."

"Okay, it should be fine."

These three people were the "unlucky guys" from before. They used unknown magic techniques to move to the coordinates of calling for help at high speed.

So this doctor is really helpful

Receiving Isayama Nomei's thanks made the girl feel a little bit embarrassed.

"You actually teleported next to the bomb. Did you intend to blow us up?"

"And if you feel any discomfort, you can call me on this phone."

"Your classmates are so energetic."

"Thank you very much, doctor."

If one thing is not good, it will "really" fall into a box.

But at almost zero distance, after facing the terrifying explosion, these people were still able to survive and even suffered only minor injuries.

They are all students of the Tokyo Conjuring High School. The girl is a nunnery singer, a graduate, and a second-level conjurer.

After being slightly surprised, Mr. Kabebe regained his composure and even made a rare joke.

The more she thought about it, the more angry she became. She rolled up her sleeves and went to hit the bastard she called Gojo who was lying on the bed.

"The hand where the wound is located should be careful not to do strenuous exercise or lift heavy objects, because the newly grown flesh may be fragile."

"That's right, if you weren't as shabby as the rest of us and look like a beggar, you would have gone up to talk to that pretty boy a long time ago."

"What!"

Called a doctor by Isayama Norimei, the one who mastered the "surgical reversal" that only a few people can do was unexpectedly a girl with short brown hair who looked like a student and had a tear mole at the corner of her eye.

She didn't need to look at the house to know what was going on. The girl's fists behind her back were clenched, and it was obvious that she had reached the limit of her endurance.

"Gojo, it's not your fault, you idiot."

The short-haired man apologizes to Mr. Mustache

Isayama Nomei heard the huge noise over there, raised his head and saw three gray-faced guys fighting with each other.

Seeing that the two men had revealed her secret, the singer trembled and her face flushed. Fortunately, her cheeks were hidden by the layer of black, otherwise the two men would seize the opportunity. Don't laugh at her properly.

He is a middle-aged man with black hair and a short cut, with a strong build and a serious face. He looks a little younger than Mr. Aabibe, and he is wearing black clothes.

"It's a lie, that Glass can actually be so gentle sometimes."

She was eating a lollipop, wearing the black uniform of the Tokyo Metropolitan Conjuring College, and sitting next to Isayama Nomei. (usually cigarettes)

"Otherwise, I would not know what to do if I was so seriously injured."

It sounds convoluted, but you can imagine how difficult it is to achieve it. Except for the one in front of you who can use "spell reversal" in the Spell Master Association, I have never seen anyone else Isayama Norimei.

"Huh? When the singer is talking about us, isn't she also talking about herself?"

"Oh, thank you,"

"See that? Jay."

"No need, I didn't put much effort into it, it's just a matter of a finger."

Hearing this, Isayama Nomei took back his thoughts, smiled at the young "doctor" in front of him, and thanked him sincerely.

The one with white hair is Gojo Satoru, and the one with black round hair is Natsu Youjie, a second-year student in the same class, the same age as Isayama Nomei.

"Those two scumbags"

It was the urgent support from the Conjuration College.

As a result, the curse spirit turned into a bomb with terrifying curse power for unknown reasons, and by chance, it exploded as soon as they landed.

"I've made a lot of noise to you! This is the medical room!"

Because the essence of mantra is negative emotions and energy with negative attributes, and if you want mantra to heal wounds, you must first turn the nature of mantra over, make it positive from negative, and use "positive" energy to repair it. Wounds, otherwise negative attribute spells will only make the wounds worse due to their destructive power.

"Haha. They've always been like this."

"It's okay, Noctua."

When she saw Isayama Nomei taking the note, the girl smiled slightly.

"Noctua, you students."

This wound was due to Isayama's bad luck. When he was overturned by the shock wave, the door of the car next to him was scratched and opened. Isayama's white shirt was also stained with a lot of blood.

Isayama Nomei has to go to school tomorrow

Ask for leave? Isayama Norimei doesn't even know if he can still ask for leave. Don't just take a leave request form and turn it into a withdrawal notice.

"Sorry, Kabebe, I made you laugh."

Just imagine how powerful they are

They were just a little embarrassed. The three of them were all gray-faced and had dark faces, as if they had just come out from digging coal underground.

The two people on the hospital bed not far away looked like they had seen a ghost in broad daylight. Especially the one with white hair felt like his eyes were about to pop out. He turned over and combed his hair next to him. the black-haired boy asked

The black-haired boy was squinting his eyes before, but now his eyes are open.

"Glass, my name is Iaru Glass."

"That's not because he's handsome, you two idiots."

Ieiri Glass smiled awkwardly, his tone a little forced.

When they heard the first syllable "noisy", the three people who were fighting each other immediately stopped fighting, as if nothing happened. The two boys lay down again, and the girl sat upright on the chair. , just need to put the words "I am very good" on his face.

Suddenly an angry voice rushed in from the other end of the tent's curtain.

Mr. Akube turned his attention to the people who were fighting just now, especially the white-haired Gojo Satoru. When he saw those sky-blue eyes that were as bright as dazzling stars, he was slightly stunned.

"Is that six eyes?"

"I see it, Satoru."

"You don't care how you compare with others. You are no different from the beggars on the street outside."

It’s the first time I’ve seen him.

Two people appeared in the medical room, one Isayama Nomei was very familiar with and was Mr. Akube, and the other was somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember his name.

"I'm making the singer-senpai angry again."

Beside them, sat a girl wearing a red and white miko uniform. She had her hands on her shoulders and stared at the two of them condescendingly as if they were looking at "pests."

"Is this a reversal technique?"

"Tch, what a fuss."

Then Isayama Nomei was surprised to see

The movements were quite fast and unusually skillful. It was obviously not the first time this happened.

"Quite a personality."

One of the sunglasses was wearing only a single lens, one was squinting his eyes and pretending to be sleeping, and the other was wiping the dust on his face, turning himself into a little cat.

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