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"AHHHH!!!"

The student attracted by the gunfire peeked into the woods, then let out a mournful scream and crawled out on his ass.

It didn't take long for the entire forest to be cordoned off.

Inside the devastated crime scene, several people are taking detailed notes.

"Hawkish banshee, maturity stage..."

"There were obvious burns on the surface of the body and fall wounds on both feet, but the real cause of death was gunshot wounds spread over five places in the torso, disintegrating the flesh and blood structure by the silver slugs."

"Well, it was also subjected to an autopsy after death, the warheads in its body were removed, and the most important transcendental material-the banshee's hand bone was dug up."

"The identity of the deceased, a third-year student of St. Warbler Academy-Olivia..."

The forensic scientist who had taken the notes turned around.

"Your Highness, do you have any impressions of the student?"

In the back, Qishi, who was thinking about something, looked back and raised his head in thought.

"Nothing particularly strikes me..."

"Olivia's classmates have a wide range of friendships with many of the upper-class students in the academy, and her behavior is very high-profile, and I didn't expect her to be such a bold person."

"Well, a typical example of the two sides of light and darkness, I hope Your Highness will pay more attention to these types of people in the future."

"Is it someone who usually looks radiant and only reveals his dark side behind his back..."

A teacher suddenly said, "Speaking of high profile, there is a student in the academy today who deserves our attention."

"Oh?"

Several people present turned their heads at the sound.

"At the scene of the fire, he was holding two people and jumped unharmed from the third floor, that height is 5 meters from the ground."

"Knight?" The coroner was a little taken aback.

"Not unscathed."

At this point, the clerk suddenly said:

"He took one of the girls to the infirmary and left himself, but within a few moments, he became ill and collapsed on the side of the road, where he was found by other students and taken to the infirmary in time for Dr. Robert's report that... He had broken his leg."

"Go check it out later." Qishi stood up.

"He deserves to be honored for such a courageous action, so I'll go and offer my condolences on behalf of the school later."

It wasn't long before the three men with school IDs left.

Four people representing the Crown continue to remain at the scene in an attempt to investigate additional useful information.

The coroner looked down at the body of the harpy with a thoughtful expression on his face.

It had a large amount of undissolved spirituality coalescing in its throat, apparently ready to unleash the high-level spell Banshee Howl, but in the end, it didn't have time to yell it out.

The bullets were fired in quintuplets, not giving the banshee a chance to recoil, a quick one-shot kill, the other party seemed to know the monster's information well.

...

In the infirmary, Eleazar in his hospital bed wiggles his legs in boredom.

Afterward, to clear his name of that inhuman act, he broke one of his legs himself and then had other students sent over for medical attention.

The clamor outside subsided, and it seemed that things were under control.

Eleazar mused silently.

I also wonder if the body of the monster I left behind has been found by the church.

"Hey, stop shaking, the cast on your foot isn't dry yet."

The nurse glared at him.

"Oh."

At that moment, a head poked through the doorway.

"The... May I come in, please?"

The doctor turned his head and asked with a smile, "What are you doing here, classmate?"

The girl blushed all of a sudden and lowered her head, blushing and whispering, "Visiting the sick..."

"Oh~"

The doctor smiled narrowly and returned, "That's fine, but keep it down oh, there are resting patients here."

Embarrassed even more by his flirtation, the girl kept her head down, watching her toes as she walked in. She walked over to Eleazar's bedside in front of the unblinking eyes of the few people inside, and after a moment of hand-wringing, she suddenly handed out what she had in her hand.

"You... You didn't even eat at noon, did you, I brought you lunch..."

The doctor with nothing better to do propped his head up in envy:

"Ugh, why don't any girls bring me food."

The nurses cast him blank stares at once.

The pink color on the girl's face gradually spread to the tips of her ears.

Eleazar shot her a look and reached for it.

"Thanks."

When you open the lunch box, the first thing that comes into view is a row of peeled yards of apple petals, next to white rice sprinkled with black sesame seeds, stir-fried seasonal gourd with thick soup, steamed meat patties, and boiled vegetables drizzled with a bit of soy sauce, a rich combination of nutrients and abundance of nutrients.

The school cafeteria doesn't serve this kind of food, it's handmade.

The doctor, who had been standing behind them at some point, nodded and commented, "Well, a very love-filled lunch, perfect for the sick."

Then he was dragged away by the nurses.

This boxed lunch was laced with some significance that he could not assume.

Eleazar looked up at the other man, somewhat hesitantly.

The girl kept her head down, her panicked eyes darting to the side, not daring to meet his gaze, her arms crossed behind her back, her restlessly twisted fingers tracing reflections on the ground.

A very dangerous sentiment emanated from her.

"Thank you, may I ask who you are?"

"Shirley, the freshman chemistry student you saved this morning..."

"Oh, come to think of it, the one that was screaming in my ear."

The girl froze, her skin reddened and burned at a rate visible to the naked eye, and steam seemed to rise from the top of her head as she covered her face and twisted her head to run outside.

"Ah, this..."

Eleazar sensed that there were several murderous eyes cast.

The doctor explained to him in a leisurely manner, "You take someone and jump from as high as the 3rd floor, a normal person would be scared and yell."

The nurse looked at them both with a suspicious eye.

"You're that brave? Sacrificing your life to save your sister?"

"So I broke my leg."

Eleazar shook his leg helplessly at them.

The doctor pulled a chair up to him and motioned to a few people behind him:

"You guys go outside for a minute, I'd like to speak to this student privately about the condition."

The nurses were a little puzzled, but did as they were told and took the door with them.

The smile on Robert's face disappeared as his eyes returned to the hospital bed.

He sits down in the chair in front of Eleazar and crosses one leg.

"I've been practicing medicine for over a decade, and I can still tell the difference between a leg injury from a fall from a tall building."

Eleazar ate his boxed lunch absently, "What are you trying to say, herbalist?"

The atmosphere in the infirmary froze instantly!

"Who the hell are you!"

"You guess."

"Fellow Eleazar, you've got a lot of nerve! Do you realize that I serve the Church!"

"No."

Eleazar looks up and gazes at him faintly.

"You're a prisoner at best."

Robert's pupils shrank.

"On that day, six students with severe head injuries were brought in for medical treatment, and you wrote a report on a fall, you didn't have the slightest intention of doing anything for the Church of the Seven Observations."

"They were... You hit them?"

"What are you guys standing out there for?"

At that moment, a voice from outside that sent the three souls reeling came.

Fina skimmed her head and continued to play dead.

Eleazar buried his head in his food.

Robert stood up quickly and studied the broken leg in its cast.