"Such an idiot! You only realized it now, but it makes no difference whether you realized it early or late. Surrender obediently and accept ideological reform, and you might suffer a little less." Chen Fan looked at Agnes as he slowly removed the eyepatch over his right eye.
Agnes's face twisted further as she shouted at the nuns, "Attack together! Kill him!"
Upon hearing their commander's order, all the nuns rushed at Chen Fan with sharp weapons in hand. Chen Fan slowly opened his right eye, while Stiyl looked away. He was afraid to look at Chen Fan's right eye now. Ever since the incident with the alchemist Aureolus, he had fallen into Illusion Magic without any warning. Of course, he had never reported it to anyone—not even Laura Stuart, the Supreme Bishop of the Necessary Evil Church. Everything was for Index's safety.
"Buzz...!" Something—or perhaps nothing—suddenly spread outward from Chen Fan's body.
All the sharp weapons about to strike Chen Fan stopped in midair. The nuns' expressions changed. No matter how hard they tried, they could not control their weapons. It was as though their weapons had been wedged into cracks in solid rock.
Agnes had no idea what had happened, but when she looked up into Chen Fan's eyes, she froze. What kind of eye was that? Looking into it was like witnessing the cycle of karma in the world—birth, aging, sickness, death, flowers blooming and withering. Before she realized it, she had become entranced.
The nuns' bodies all began to float upward. Their weapons fell from their hands, while their necks seemed to be gripped by invisible hands. Painful expressions appeared on all their faces.
Agnes finally came to her senses. Looking at the scene before her, she could hardly believe it, and fear appeared on her