Type-Moon, I'm a magician, is that true?

that's the truth.

Last night, a starling on routine patrol discovered the scattered and dying remains of Aoko in time, and then Yuzu and Kyoko rushed to the scene.

But it was too late. It was hard to say whether Aoko was still alive in her condition. Even though Sister Weijia was an expert in the field of healing and mending, she did not think Aoko could escape this disaster.

In the end, Youzhu took out the precious ploy and forcibly injected vitality into Qingzi, leaving him with a glimmer of hope.

After that, he returned to Goda Church for surgery to replace the missing limbs.

Sister Weijia said that fortunately the missing meat was all there and was just torn away but not eaten, otherwise even she could not have been saved.

But piecing Qingzi together is just the basics, the remaining problems are more difficult than each other.

The most difficult part is the coexistence of the curse and vampire elements.

Chapter 31 Malice

"Is there no other way, even using the secrets of the Church? I can offer some magical property in exchange."

Youzhu asked anxiously in the church lobby.

Even though they often clash on a daily basis, deep down in her heart, she still cares a little about Aoko, her roommate.

But even seeing this delicate face that would make ordinary people feel pity, Sister Weijia still shook her head.

"I'm so sorry, all I can do is sew the limbs together, but that won't help."

"Even though she's a magician, I get along quite well with Aozaki Aoko, and she hasn't done anything bad as a magician. If I can, I want to save her."

The sad expression revealed the nun's helplessness. She had indeed tried her best, but Qingzi's body at this moment could not be recovered simply by stitching the wound.

In fact, when they found the piece of flesh named Aoko, she should have been beyond saving.

Although the magic seal is magical, it has its limits. It is not difficult to separate the limbs, but there is no way to deal with it if it is cut into more than ten pieces.

But the reality is that Qingzi still has some life left, although it is just barely keeping her brain active. But even if Youzhu's ploy is not taken out and used, she will not be brain dead.

No one thought about it at the time until the operation was completed, and they also realized the reason for keeping Qingzi alive.

——Curse, and the modified Dead Apostle Factor.

It must have been imprinted at the same time as it was cut, edited into the flesh in a fine, precise manner, like the white peel clinging to an orange.

"I'm afraid it was Aoko's survival instinct when she was on the verge of death. She subconsciously seized any opportunity that would allow her to survive, so she absorbed the remnants of the Dead Apostles."

The nun looked sadly at the humanoid creature on the bed, her hands gripping the cross so hard that deep purple indentations were left.

"This control over the body is simply superb." Father Yongli exclaimed in admiration, his words drawing angry glares from the other two.

But they also had to admit that the priest's words were correct.

Only a master of ergonomics could have achieved such meticulous intervention. The sophistication and technique were considered the highest art, and it was practically reconstructing Aoko's physical composition.

But such a transformation is not helping Qingzi, the malice in it is simply overflowing.

First, beat Qingzi to the brink of death, and then use the vampire factor to support Qingzi's vitality.

But this is not enough. The factor will gradually become dormant. In order to stimulate it and maintain its vitality, the enemy also added an extremely huge curse.

To the Dead Apostles, their actions themselves are a collection of curses. Such curses only serve as nutrients for them and cannot cause them to wither.

In this way, a wonderful, ever-lasting balance is achieved.

A huge amount of curses gathered in Qingzi's body. Once there was no suppression of the Dead Apostle Factor, it would immediately activate, and the now weak Qingzi would die.

The Dead Apostle Factor has been highly integrated with Aoko's body. Once the curse's energy supply is lost, the factor dissipates, which is equivalent to Aoko's death.

Once the balance between the two is broken, it will be like the foundation of a building being pulled out, and Qingzi's barely maintained life will immediately collapse.

Expelling both at the same time would be an extremely heavy burden, and the fragile Qingzi would definitely not be able to bear it.

Now it has reached a dead end.

In this heavy scene, Sister Weijia took a deep breath, looked at Youzhu beside the bed, and made a cold suggestion.

"We have done everything we can. Now there is nothing we can do. If there is really no other way, we can only give her the last bit of dignity."

There was silence at the scene. Youzhu opened her mouth to refute, but in the end she didn't know how to start.

Now that all means have been exhausted, the only thing left to hope for is a miracle.

"Yes, a miracle. Isn't the magic that Aoko possesses the highest miracle?"

Youzhu's heart was active for a moment, and then dimmed again.

She thought of one thing: If Qingzi could use magic, she would not be lying here. She didn't use it during the life-and-death battle, and it was hard to rely on it now.

The priest standing by looked at the scene in front of him, and a light bulb went off in his head, as if he suddenly thought of something.

"There's no other way. With our abilities, we can only go this far. But if there's someone else out there, there might still be a small chance."

As soon as these words were spoken, Youzhu and Sister Weijia both looked up at him, but the sister's eyes were full of confusion, while Youzhu was a little wary.

"What are you talking about, Father Eiri?"

The nun protested, but the priest just smiled.

"I noticed it when we met before, when Miss Kuonji asked who had driven the vampires away."

Father Yongli's smile showed his gentle charm, but Youzhu only felt hostility towards him at this moment.

She stared angrily at the priest who was opening his mouth, like a child whose toy was about to be taken away.

Sister Weijia suddenly realized: "Miss Kuonji asked us, which means she didn't handle it, but the vampire disappeared before we arrived, which means..."

"Yes, there is someone we don't know about, but Miss Kuonji knows about, who is hunting vampires."

The priest clapped his hands and smiled at Youzhu, whose expression was becoming increasingly hostile. "Since he's hunting vampires, it means he has some methods to target them. It's worth a try, Miss Kuonji."

"..."

Youzhu didn't say anything. She knew that this was a correct guess. She had subconsciously not thought about it just now because of the childish desire to treasure and hide it, and she didn't want to share her rare treasure with others.

But there was nothing she could do once it was pointed out, and deep down in Yuzhu's heart, she did have expectations for Aiwen.

Perhaps it was because his attitude had always been too natural and calm, which made it easy for people to have the illusion that he was omnipotent.

No words were needed, Youzhu just looked at the blue bird on her shoulder, and the meaning was conveyed through eye contact.

The blue robin chirped softly, spread its wings and flew away from the church. After circling once, it flew in a certain direction.

"Wait a moment." Youzhu seemed to be angry, leaving only the priest and the nun with his back, and sat down quietly beside Qingzi: "He will be here soon."

To be honest, Youzhu was not sure whether Aiwen would come, but she felt that she would.

The previous night walk was not a waste of time. During the process, Youzhu gradually got to know Aiwen, this person who was very mysterious to her.

"He always seems aloof, but if you ask him seriously, he should be easy to talk to."

……

About half an hour later, the door of the church was pushed open, and a beautiful figure in school uniform walked in.

Sister Weijia and Father Yongli had a feeling that was both unexpected and reasonable. The person who came before them was the student they had spoken to last time.

He was holding a wooden box in his hand that didn't match his temperament. It looked very ordinary, but it inexplicably exuded a heavy sense of presence.

Chapter 32: Differentiation Boundaries

"Welcome to Goda Church."

Sister Weijia stepped forward to greet them, bowing slightly with impeccable courtesy.

She really didn't expect Youzhu to be able to call people over. After all, she knew very well how cold the magician group was.

"Please take me to find Aozaki. Robin has already told me the details on the way."

Without hesitating for a second, Aiwen headed straight for his destination.

Aiwen has a good impression of Aozaki Aoko and has no reason not to help her.

Although he believes that death does not need to be avoided, he can also understand the obsession with wanting to save life, and both are understandable.

"Please go this way." Sister Weijia led the way and opened the door on the side of the chapel.

The church doesn't occupy a large area, but its layout is reasonable. After passing through the plain lobby and down the long corridor, the room deep inside that exudes a cursed haze is the destination.

Father Yongli stood silently at the door and gave Aiwen a gentlemanly smile.

Pushing open the door, the situation inside was clear at a glance: it was a cold and simple room.

The walls were painted snow-white without any other colors. The open windows were simple and practical in style. The wooden floor was the only warmth. A simple chandelier hung in the center, emitting a yellowish light.

The room was furnished with a large square wooden table, two chairs, a glass cabinet, a simple iron bed, and a kettle on the bedside table.

To be honest, it was too shabby, with no signs of human life. It looked more like a hospice ward than a room.

But at this moment, the woman lying on the bed with a pale face and weak breathing was unusually in line with the temperament of the room.

Her body was wrapped in layer upon layer of bandages, leaving almost no space except for her head. The scars from the stitches could be seen on the few exposed areas of her skin.

But these are minor injuries. What is really serious is the curse smoke that constantly covers his face and the Dead Apostle Factor inside his body.

Aiwen looked at the unconscious Aozaki Aoko and found that she was completely different from the student council president he had imagined, who was always energetic and held her head high.

Weak and in pain, even in a coma, the curse still would not let her go.

The torture she suffered made her look extremely thin, and her face, which was usually expressive and bold, was now tightly wrinkled.

"..."

Without saying a word, his eyes were now glowing with a faint blue light, and the dead lines on Qingzi's body in his sight were enough to prove how bad her condition was.

"Do you have any way to deal with Qingzi's situation?" Youzhu stepped forward and asked softly.

She noticed that Aiwen had activated the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, and a chill ran down her spine. "You're planning to use those eyes to directly kill the Curse and the Dead Apostle Factor. Can the Mystic Eyes of Death Perception be used in this way?"

"I had originally planned to do so, but now it seems too risky."

Aiwen shook his head. He did see a few unusual dead lines on Qingzi, but Qingzi was already very fragile and had an unusually large number of dead lines. It was impossible to cut only the abnormal dead lines.

Then there is no need to think too much, there is only one solution left.

"Kyuonji, do me a favor."

Aiwen suddenly turned around to look at Youzhu, and at the same time placed the box he had been holding in his hand steadily on the table.

"!"

Youzhu reacted immediately. She quickly closed the door, blocking the sight of Father Yongli who had been silently observing from the door, and leaned against the door to prevent it from being opened under the pretext of an accident.

"Do you need me to put up another barrier?" Youzhu asked proactively. She had a premonition that what Aiwen was about to take out might be something extraordinary.

Aiwen shook his head and opened the lid. Youzhu didn't even dare to blink, for fear of missing even a second.

But nothing happened. In the box was a simple short stick. Although the style was new, it didn't seem to have anything special about it.

No, there is something special about it, but it’s not the short staff, it’s Aiwen.

He is smiling.

A faint, warm smile, as soft as the new grass sprouts in spring, and as calm as a windless ocean.

The short stick was held in Aiwen's hand. He did not use any force, but just used a casual and light grip, and swung it slightly twice, as if he wanted to wake up something, or miss something.

Then he held the handle with his right hand and placed the short staff horizontally. Only then did Youzhu realize that the short staff was not round, but gradually became thinner like a blade.

When magic power was injected into the short staff, a flashing electric charge phenomenon appeared, and brilliant light began to surround it from top to bottom. The brown short staff itself became increasingly blurred, and it gradually lost its shape as if it was resonating with the light.