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St. Castells Hospital.

Second-floor single-room ward.

Dozens of middle-aged people, wearing shawls of various colors, walked down the corridor.

Medical staff were terrified and avoided the area.

Several security guards in formal attire cleared out any unauthorized personnel from the passageway.

Wiener led a group of university professors to the door of the ward.

"Oh my God, even the hospitals in Castile reek of money..."

Fred lifted his handkerchief, holding the one that emitted a faint scent of incense, covered his nose, and provocatively said to the busty woman next to him:

"Let me see how the genius is injured. You know, the most advanced medical institution in the Empire is the Royal Military Academy. Skadi, your Holy Hidden Academy is still a bit lacking."

"Hmph~ Magical medicine is about personal ability, not reputation. How about we make a bet? Fred, whoever wakes up that detective assistant first gets to take him away."

Skadi, the busty woman, retorted.

She clasped her hands together below her chest, barely supporting her breasts, which were far larger than those of an average person. They appeared even more upright and full than those of Vina, and even though she was wearing the largest size shirt, there was a hint that the buttons might pop open.

This is the most prominent mark of the women in the Edwards family.

The admissions officers from other universities dared not speak out, even though they had heard the two arguing the whole way.

With the two big shots already here, what chance do I have? The other universities are just there to make up the numbers.

Everyone secretly remarked that this time they were going on a publicly funded trip.

"We've arrived, please come in!" Wiener generously led the two university directors in.

Skadi gently removed the soft hat from her head and stepped into the ward first.

When she saw a handsome young man with brown hair lying on the hospital bed, her eyes lit up.

"Hmm, not bad, not bad. He's presentable." She scrutinized the young man's body, which was wrapped in white bandages, for a moment. "No disabilities... Hmm? Looks like he's not particularly gifted..."

Skadi was referring to both the "physical" and "intellectual" aspects.

As a professional mage recruiter, she can discern a person's talent even without physical or written tests.

This is the ability of her second-level magic, "Insight."

Just as she was feeling somewhat disappointed, she suddenly realized that this young man's "spirit" seemed to be quite extraordinary—profound, pure, and full of vitality.

Her eyes lit up immediately, and she nodded unconsciously, indicating her satisfaction.

"He is indeed a remarkable talent. The last time I saw such a powerful 'spirit' was before."

"That's nonsense!" Fred finally lost his patience. "Is your brain all in your chest? How could this student have killed 'The Red Lady' if he didn't have some real skills?"

As he spoke, Flanders entered the ward and went to check on Pharos's condition.

"Why are you being so nosy? If you're not happy, let's go outside and fight!" Skadi retorted.

Flander ignored her and continued to examine the young man's injuries.

After a moment, his expression grew increasingly somber and grave.

After a moment, he sighed softly, "This student... our Imperial Military Academy doesn't want him. You can decide what to do. Miss Vena, arrange for someone to take me to see the next one..."

He left the ward without looking back.

"Tch, is that all? Look at your pathetic knowledge..." Skadi sneered.

She continued to examine the young man's "spirit" with her "insightful eye," carefully sensing this intoxicatingly powerful soul. But just as she wanted to go further and understand the young man better...

Suddenly, a charred and broken soul, like a withered tree being burned, appeared before Skadi's eyes.

At first glance, it looks a bit like a rotting skeleton with only some muscle remaining...

Skadi was startled, abruptly closed her eyes, and involuntarily took two steps back.

In the Empire, the Church has the deepest understanding of "spirits," followed by the Holy Academy. But even the well-informed Skadi was shocked by this scene.

She looked at Venere in disbelief and said, "My God... what... what happened to him?"

"He self-destructed when he faced the 'Red Lady' head-on," Byron said, handing a document to Skadi.

This is information about the holy sword "Raven".

Skadi's expression grew increasingly grim as she looked at the young man. She composed herself, glanced at him with pity, and said, "Who gave him this sword? They're insane... You're all absolutely insane. If you wanted to destroy him, you didn't need to go through all this trouble."

"Aunt Skadi, we didn't give him this sword either..." Vena's voice carried a hint of grievance.

"Who is that?"

"That proxy, Miss Christina." Venere's gaze drifted out the window, towards the direction of Dawn Town.

"Christina...? Is that Christina?" Upon hearing this, Skadi followed Vena's gaze and looked out the window into the distance.

"Yes, it's her." Vina nodded.

Suddenly, Skadi's chest heaved violently, as if she were laughing in anger, and she slammed the report on the table angrily.

"Damn it, God, look what you've done..." Skadi said in a deep voice, "Hmph~ This young man, our Holy Hidden Academy doesn't want him either."

With that, she turned and left the ward.

"What are you looking at? Everyone, disperse. It's questionable whether this child will even wake up." Skadi looked at the admissions directors who were still lingering at the door and were furious. She said, "Even if he wakes up, he'll most likely be a cripple."

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"...That's how it happened." Miss Crow recounted the conversation that took place in the ward.

Upon hearing this, Pharos's heart sank. He covered his face with his hands and said bitterly, "Miss Raven, is there any hope for me?"

"Don't panic, Pharos. There's no use panicking about a big problem," Miss Raven said. "Look, Detective Simon hasn't recovered even after all these years since he destroyed his soul, so there's no use in you getting anxious."

"Miss Crow, you really know how to comfort people."

"Relax, Pharos, are you fighting with your soul now?" Miss Raven said calmly, without any panic.

"It seems...not entirely."

"That's more like it," Miss Crow comforted her. "Your soul may be a little damaged, but it doesn't really matter. You can still see me and use my abilities, can't you?"

It seems that it really is... Pharos's main way of getting stronger is by relying on the "Witch's Heart" passive skill to increase his magic proficiency, as well as "Soul Devouring".

Just then, a cry came from next door.

Faintly, you could hear the doctors' regretful words: "I'm sorry, we did our best..."

A hospital may lack medicine, doctors, or money, but it will never lack dead people.

As if in response to these mournful cries.

A white, vengeful spirit slowly drifted down from above, shrouding the surroundings in a thin layer of white mist.

Pharos stared at the white figure, stunned for a long time.

"Strange, not only can I see you, Miss Raven, but I also still have the ability to see vengeful spirits. Neither of my abilities has changed... So what exactly have I lost?"

Miss Raven had clearly noticed as well. "Eh...right, Pharos, your soul is so fragmented...yet you show no abnormality whatsoever..."

This is clearly unreasonable.

If we can explain Miss Crow's appearance by her special soul, then what about her soul strength?

Even the occult expert, Miss Crow, was bewildered at this moment.

The answer to this question may only be found when Pharos falls asleep again.