"Miss Nightingale, now!" Fujimaru Ritsuka seized the opportunity and shouted.
Nightingale moved at his call, standing behind Rama and closing her eyes.
Her expression was more sacred and beautiful than ever before, compassionate and gentle.
She slightly raised her hands at her sides, as though she were cradling life itself—careful, yet firm and resolute.
Bzzzz—
A wave of air spread outward from Nightingale. Whether it was Beowulf, Rama, or Fujimaru Ritsuka directing the battle from the rear, they all felt the sky darken.
No, it was not the sky that had darkened.
Rather—
A massive, sacred phantom clad in a nurse's uniform appeared behind Nightingale. Radiating dazzling white light, it made the already radiant Florence Nightingale even more beautiful and eye-catching.
"Go, Florence." Lawrence looked at that sacred phantom, divine as a goddess, and murmured, "To the nursing profession, you are what Hippocrates is to doctors."
"Destroy all poisonous things, all harmful things!" A resolute, forceful voice rang from the goddess's mouth as the enormous nurse phantom raised a weapon.
"With all my strength, I shall bring happiness to the people—!"
Nightingale opened her eyes and extended her right hand forward.
Following Nightingale's movement, the nurse phantom brought down the massive weapon in its hand with a thunderous slash. Both Rama and Beowulf were within its range.
Beowulf had completely stopped caring. It did not matter if that massive weapon struck him; it did not matter if he was eliminated here and now. The only thing in his mind—
Was to send this red-haired man flying once and for all!!!
"I shall eradicate all poisons, all harmful things [Nightingale Pledge]!!!"
BOOM BOOM BOOM—!!!
The massive weapon came down, yet it caused not the slightest injury.
But—
What's going on? This feels strange.
My reactions are duller, and I'm slower, too.