"Divine Severance, has the spell I used to drive away bystanders lost its effect?"
Looking at Yoru Machi beside Kamijou Touma, the red-haired priest turned to the beautiful woman with the long ponytail beside him and asked.
"If the spell hadn't worked, we would have been noticed by others long ago while chasing them all this way.
Since the spell doesn't work on him, there are only two possibilities. Either he possesses a certain degree of strength, or he is a magician as well."
Hearing Divine Severance's words, Stiyl scratched his head with an annoyed expression. He then glanced at Yoru Machi and said, "Old man, this has nothing to do with you. Could you please stand aside and watch quietly?
Once we're done, we'll help erase the relevant memories."
Although Stiyl was quite confident in his own strength, Divine Severance at his side was one of fewer than twenty Saints in the world.
But Academy City was ultimately the territory of the science side. If they made too much of a scene and drew out some of the big shots backing Academy City, it would be quite troublesome for them as well.
"Hey, hey, hey. Leaving aside what kind of suspicious people you two weirdly dressed freaks are, isn't it a bit too much to call someone an old man the moment you meet him?
I'm only in my twenties. No matter how you look at it, I'm nowhere close to being an old man!"
If Academy City's cute girls called him an old man, Yoru Machi could put up with it. But this red-haired priest before him was nearly two meters tall and looked about the same age as him no matter how he looked at it!
"Shut up. I'm fourteen this year. To me, someone in his