"Sir, sir?!"
At Sister Celine's calls, the grievously wounded man struggled to open his eyes a sliver... Once he awoke, he immediately grabbed Maid Miss's arm tightly, as if he wanted to say something.
"Sir, your injuries are too severe. I'll take you to the hospital! Right away!" Maid Miss said hurriedly.
"No..."
The grievously wounded man managed to force out a sound. He still clung tightly to Sister Celine's arm, as though he had more to say, but in the end, he only had time to utter one word: "Hide."
The grievously wounded man passed out again.
Sister Celine could not help opening her mouth. She instinctively looked around at the surroundings... Everyone had gone to the carnival that night to watch the flower-carriage parade, leaving the area exceptionally quiet... and deserted.
"Search over here! We have to find him!"
Several voices quickly swept through the night. They moved at incredible speed... but they seemed not to have found what they were looking for. They stopped in an empty area.
One of them crouched down and wiped the floor with his hand, frowning. "Strange. How did the traces disappear once they reached here?"
"That guy's Burn Value was so high. Could he have burned out already?" one of his companions said abruptly.
The man crouching to investigate said, "If he burned out, that would be for the best. But that guy... Forget it. Let's search again. Otherwise, we'll have no way to answer to The President when we get back!"
"Right!"
His companions answered swiftly before spreading out on the spot and searching in different directions.
Before long, a curtain beside the back door of the unofficial Welfare Institute slowly parted by a crack... Sister Celine carefully observed the situation outside.
She watched for quite some time, doing