It was hell in there!
In Susan's living room, everyone had begun praying again, while Jenny made a phone call alone in the kitchen.
"Okay! What? Really? That's wonderful! Yes, yes, all right. I'll be careful!"
After hanging up, Jenny couldn't help pumping her arm in excitement.
"YES!"
The Mentor was coming!
But she still had to get her aunt out first!
Jenny returned to the living room and joined the others in heartfelt prayer. She had never been this earnest or devout even at church.
By now, she had forcibly drawn the Mentor's magic power back into her arm through sheer will.
She had to save the remaining magic power for a critical moment. Whether that earlier expenditure had been some kind of true-sight premonition or had actually blocked something, losing thirty percent in one go really hurt. Besides, everyone else seemed fine.
That evening, after finishing the last bite of dinner, Jenny sat absentmindedly at the table, her gaze drifting toward the window now and then.
Unfortunately, after reining in the magic power, she could no longer see anything. But the faint heat that kept rising from her arm told her she was merely an ostrich burying her head in the sand.
Outside the quarantine cordon, Norton hadn't rested at all. He had even broken his years-long habit of taking an afternoon nap.
He had only been here a day, yet the pressure already threatened to crush him.
He even felt that what lay inside the cordon was the most troublesome anomaly anywhere in the world today. Not even Siberia's Corpse-Fertilized Rafflesia Incident could compare.
Considering elemental counters and the need to be prepared, dry-ice fire extinguishers and liquid nitrogen storage tanks had been stationed all along the cordon. Freezers were naturally indispensable as well.
Although Bayview District