On the Hyperion's bridge.
The red-haired woman—Himeko Murata—was sizing up Feng Chen with the same look she used when interrogating criminals.
"So, Theresa, not only did you deal with the Simulated Herrscher this time, you also brought back this little guy?"
"Hey, I'm not exactly a little guy, okay? I'm seventeen! If we're talking about being little, Theresa is—"
"What did you say?"
Feng Chen had been about to protest, but when he saw Jizou Mitama in Theresa's hands, he immediately fell silent.
He knew all too well what it felt like to carry Jizou Mitama on his back. But he had never experienced being smashed by it—and had no desire to.
"All right. Could you prepare a room for me, Academy Principal? Having a poisonous wound on my back really isn't comfortable."
Only then did Theresa remember that Feng Chen had been injured while protecting her, his back cut open by the Simulated Herrscher's vines.
The Hyperion had no medical facilities capable of neutralizing a Herrscher's poison!
"Hurry, Himeko! Return to St. Freya at full speed and have the hospital prepare!"
It would take at least half an hour to get from Changkong City to St. Freya, right? Feng Chen was certain he couldn't last that long, so he stopped Himeko.
"No need. If we really go back to St. Freya, I'll probably be lying down already. Just prepare a room for me. I can deal with it myself."
"Do you need our help?"
Although they meant well, Feng Chen still chose to refuse.
"I'll find it more convenient on my own."
After entering the room Theresa had arranged, Feng Chen chose to lie on the bed and slack off.
"They actually believed me. With Higanbana here, the Simulated Herrscher's poison is practically child's play."
With Higanbana's [Erosion] ability,