A Scientific Urban Detective.

Chapter 880 Rescue Plan
—The Amakusa-style Cross Church could have saved themselves, and they did succeed; if they had just gone with them, they could have escaped!

However, Sister Osora did not believe in their unprovoked help and suspected that they coveted her knowledge of the technique to interpret the Book of Laws.

Therefore, Sister Osora decided to proceed with her original plan and go to Academy City to seek refuge with Lin Wuming...

Although the process was somewhat bumpy, the goal was ultimately achieved.

However, due to the first impression, Sister Osora developed some prejudice against Lin Wuming.

Adding to the rumors and the hostility of the girls around Lin Wuming, Sister Osora also felt that Lin Wuming was not particularly reliable, even less so than the Amakusa-style Cross Church—the latter was, after all, a member of the Church of Christ and was indeed more trustworthy.

Then there was the boy named Kamijou Touma, who claimed to have come to rescue him in cooperation with the British Puritans.

The hotel was in chaos, and Sister Osora, who already intended to leave, took the opportunity to escape with them...

Unexpectedly, they ended up walking right into a trap!
At this point, Sister Osora, who had learned the whole truth, felt only a little comforted that neither Touma Kamijou nor the Anglican Church intended to harm her—their intelligence was wrong, and the Roman Catholic Church had concealed the truth when they contacted them.

“As expected…” Sister Osora coughed up blood and murmured weakly.

—Indeed, our orthodox religion can only live in lies... Deceiving others, yet unable to trust others for fear of being deceived in return! How pathetic is this?
At this moment, only despair filled Osora Aquinas's heart, and the physical pain seemed so insignificant in comparison.

If she could, she would rather be beaten to death as atonement for the mistakes she had made.

However, Sister Osora knew very well that she would not be executed before a formal trial—because the doctrine stipulated that one should not harm one's fellow citizens.

Therefore, a trial must be conducted first, and one's religious membership must be revoked before the death penalty can be imposed.

My future is already set; there is only misery and more misery to come, with no hope or light to speak of.

It wasn't that the merciful Lord gave up on saving me, but rather that I repeatedly gave up the opportunity to be saved...

It can only be said that he "deserved it," right?

Osora Aquinas's reflexes gradually weakened.

After stomping on her feet twice and finding no response, Agnes took a half-step back, somewhat disappointed, and then poked her head with the thick sole of her shoe.

"Tsk, is it no longer viable? They have the guts to betray, but lack the corresponding strength."

Indeed, Sister Agnes could punish the "traitor," but she couldn't actually kill her.

That's why they chose the simplest form of corporal punishment, instead of using more lethal magic or other methods.

"Alright, tie her up and keep a close watch on her." Sister Agnes picked up her lotus staff and casually ordered, "Those people won't let this go. Before leaving this country, we must be wary of their foolish attempt to break her out of prison."

"Don't worry, Lady Agnes," the nuns below said nonchalantly, "They've tried before, and we still managed to drive them away. In terms of strength, they are no match for us!" Because of their large numbers and massive size, Sister Agnes's army was destined to be unable to operate discreetly in a foreign land.

Their whereabouts and the location of the "Osora Church" were not secrets; the "enemy" side was well aware of them.

This was exactly what Sister Agnes and the others had anticipated. Just as the nun had said earlier—so what if the "enemy" attacked? In the end, their side was still stronger.

"We must not be careless!" Sister Agnes, as the captain, maintained basic rationality and restraint and did not become complacent. "We must not let our guard down until the support team arrives."

She snorted coldly: "Those hypocritical bastards will definitely keep trying. When that happens, we won't hold back and will crush them with all our might!"

As a devout believer, Sister Agnes's loyalty is widely recognized within the Orthodox Church; otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to lead an entire fighting nun unit at such a young age, and the bishop wouldn't have entrusted her with such an important task.

As the saying goes, "What the superiors do, the subordinates follow." Since the captain is like this, the nuns below are naturally also fervent believers.

They are also "warriors," unafraid of fighting, but rather enthusiastic about it.

After announcing the dismissal for a break, the well-trained combat nuns consciously and naturally divided into groups, taking turns to rest, and not forgetting to send out men to go out for vigilance and reconnaissance.

Because of the existence of "magic," their team, which has no modern equipment whatsoever, actually possesses an exaggeratedly high alert distance.

Centered on the church, all moving objects within a three-kilometer radius are under the nuns' surveillance; if it is a person or object with magical fluctuations, this surveillance range can be extended to ten kilometers!

For this reason, the Amakusa-style Cross Church and Stiyl could only stay ten kilometers away to regroup and discuss countermeasures.

They had already clashed with Sister Agnes's forces before, and the result... well, you can imagine.

Although the opponents are all young girls, they are still a "military unit," in other words, they can be regarded as a military unit. Even if all the Amakusa-style people are elites, their chances of winning in an encounter with an army in the wild are destined to be not very high.

As for Stiyl... in the wilderness and while on the move, his trump card, "King of Witch Hunt," was completely unusable, so one cannot have too high expectations for his combat power.

The two men, who had been fighting fiercely in the hotel not long ago, could only squat in the bushes and look at each other in bewilderment. For a moment, both Stiyl and Kenji saw helplessness and frustration in each other's eyes.

“Tsk,” Kenji broke the silence, “Speaking of which, does that boy named Kamijou Touma know our location?”

“Of course I don’t know…” Steele said matter-of-factly, “Besides, why should he know?”

"Didn't he go back to get reinforcements?" Jian Gongzhai looked over in surprise. "He doesn't know our location. How are we going to meet up later?"

"That was just an excuse to send him back." Stiyl waved his hand, giving him a look that said, "You're not really taking it seriously, are you?"

“That guy is an amateur,” Steele explained. “He’s a student at Academy City and has virtually no connection to our Church.”

(End of this chapter)