Stiyl, who had been watching Index's injuries closely, slowly let out a sigh of relief when he saw the wounds on her body heal at a visibly rapid rate.
But as soon as he relaxed, he quickly noticed that his own magic power, which had just been completely depleted within the magic circle, was also recovering at an astonishing speed.
It was not just his magic power, either. Even the fatigue in his body from the battle was gradually fading away!
"Could this be healing magic at the Divine Domain level?! Just who are you? Or are you not human at all, but something like an angel or a divine apostle?"
In the eyes of Divine Severance and Stiyl, magic capable of healing the wounds on Divine Severance and Index in mere seconds was already "Pope-level" healing magic.
Yet the healing magic Yoru Machi was using not only healed a group, but also restored magic power and stamina. It had clearly surpassed anything "Pope-level" magic could compare to.
To put it bluntly, even the highest bishop of the Necessarius they belonged to could not use magic of this level.
"Who I am is not important. What matters now is who exactly you are.
Judging by how concerned you were about this white-haired nun earlier, you should not be her enemies. On the contrary, you must be people who are very important to her, right?"
Hearing Yoru Machi's words, Kamijou Touma looked utterly astonished, seemingly unable to understand what he meant.
Yoru Machi merely shook his head and looked at him. "Boy, haven't you figured it out yet?
With the strength those two displayed earlier, if they had truly wanted you dead, do you think you could have survived until now with only that right hand that can erase magic, plus