The Rula Evil Spirit was completely smelted away within the Tower of Light, vanishing without a trace.
Neo lowered his head to inspect his injuries. During the fight, he could not possibly have deliberately controlled their recovery, just as you would not think, while eating, that the cutlery in your hands would become antiques a thousand years later and start treasuring it in advance.
The problem now was that he had recovered a little too well.
Flame of Light rose from Neo's left hand, while a Sword of Light condensed in his right. He began treating his own body like ingredients on a chopping board, piercing and roasting it at the same time.
"Ah... hiss..."
After all that, Neo was satisfied. Then he staggered and sat down.
His gaze swept over the scene one last time. After confirming that nothing was amiss, he pressed his cracked lips together and mocked himself:
"All right, back to the hospital again."
Before long, a section overhead was moved aside. A group of armored knights descended, with a large crowd of Clerics around them.
Whether it was the murderer hunting Order Clerics in York City or the Tower of Light that had appeared earlier, either matter was enough to put everyone involved on edge.
A Knight Commander walked up to Neo and crouched down. Because he wore a Faceplate, his gaze was hidden between its slits.
But just from that exchange of looks, Neo's pupils contracted.
Sometimes, certain things required no evidence. A feeling alone could override everything, especially for arrogant people. They did not need sufficient evidence and clues to back them up; instead, they preferred the thrill of a "gamble."
Neo smiled.
Though he could not see it, he seemed to sense that beneath the Knight Commander's Faceplate, a smile had appeared