The Cruel Art
"Huh?"
Professor Fu's explanation of the trouble his experimental methods might cause clearly surprised Ji Liushuang.
What she had meant was simple: they had indeed made an important discovery this time, one that proved Professor Chang's earlier conclusion had been rather too optimistic.
And she believed that once the Night Watchers had verified the situation, they would respond quickly and contain it.
But the process of reaching that conclusion had been rather too extreme, no matter how you looked at it.
Everyone at the ball, Honma included, had undoubtedly been a victim of the whole incident.
They had also received careful treatment from the Night Watchers and the academy.
But Professor Fu's testing methods today had gone beyond merely being a little excessive.
Judging by Honma's final reaction, nothing that had happened in that unreal realm—including the questions and answers in the Sword Prison—had returned to his consciousness.
Professor Fu had still preserved his condition as much as possible.
On the one hand, though, some effects could not be avoided completely. For instance, Honma's attitude toward the food on the table had been far more natural than the excessive eagerness he'd shown when they first met. That was enough to prove that some impressions had been left behind.
On the other hand, even if nothing had changed, it still wouldn't alter the fact that Professor Fu had crossed a line the Night Watchers considered taboo.
That was exactly the risk she had been worried Professor Fu was taking.
But from what he said, he didn't care at all?
"The Night Watchers are full of elite personnel. Even if they say they rely heavily on the academy's research capabilities, I doubt many people believe them."
"There's only one reason they sent this thing here. It wasn't because