Fairy’s Box

"A person like you is still suitable to be alone in the wilderness." Luya stood out from the crowd, and behind her, Arcia and Beverly were glaring at her.

"You like to meddle so much, it looks like you will wear a maid outfit for the rest of your life." Genevieve loosened Yale's hair, got up and turned to the female knight.

"If you want to fight, I can accompany you." Luya said with a black face after being stabbed in the sore spot.

"Forget it, today's goal has been achieved, that's all." He smiled, his figure gradually faded, and finally disappeared.

"You ran really fast, you two." The female knight turned to the two people behind and raised her delicate chin: "Send him to the hospital, this guy was in a very wrong state just now."

"Excuse me." Elena walked up to her: "Why did you appear now, I saw you in the crowd just now, aren't you and Yale friends?"

"I have no obligation to help him." Luya was extremely tall, narrowed her eyes, and looked at her condescendingly: "Until just now, I was optimistic about him, but I didn't expect to lose so quickly."

Passing by Elena, the female knight walked to Yale's side and squatted down: "Huh? Are you in a coma?"

The silver-haired knight saw the shocking wound on his back and said categorically: "He must be treated as soon as possible, and I will take him to the hospital with you!"

With the help of his two roommates, Bruno sealed the knight's wound with ice to stop the bleeding, then turned his back to his back, and the three of them left the courtyard in silence.

The two people who were fighting around the audience disappeared one after another, and they dispersed in a hurry, probably not addicted to it yet.

Luya also left quickly, leaving Elena alone, biting her pink lips and staying where she was. After a long time, she returned to the house with a sad expression.

When Yale wakes up, it will be five days later.

He slowly opened his eyes, and after a brief blank in his mind, the memory of being humiliated by Genevieve came up first.

The knight blushed suddenly, until the roots of his hair, and gritted his teeth secretly: "Genevieve, I have written down this shame!"

As his body gradually regained consciousness, he almost fainted again. The burning sensation in the chest has spread to the whole body. Even if you move your fingers, the pain will be magnified several times. The chest cavity is accompanied by the breathing rate, and there is a burst of burning pain.

The knight couldn't help but began to think wildly: "The sequelae of the forced falcon sword transformation should have disappeared. Even if it breaks out, it shouldn't be this kind of severe pain... I shouldn't have some terminal illness, right?"

Snapped! The door was suddenly opened, and a man and a woman in white coats walked into the ward.

"Yo, we meet again, Yale, this time you are really embarrassed." Vesta sat on the side of the sickbed with a smirk, and pressed lightly on his abdomen...

The sickbed shook violently, the blood on the knight's face faded in an instant, and the white one seemed to have been smeared with paint.

"The breath is full, but the body is recovering well." The middle-aged man with glasses who entered the door at the same time pushed his glasses and added a few lines to a medical record.

"Ms. Vesta! Are you treating a disease or trying to make money to kill you... Wait... Aren't you working in the War Pattern Management Office?"

"That's right, the wound on your body has healed, so you were transferred from the hospital to us." The female director blinked.

"What's wrong with my body? Why is it so uncomfortable?" Yale asked weakly.

"Let me explain." The man with glasses walked over to him and put down his medical records: "I'm Lloyd Ash Bloom, director of the Obelisk War Pattern Management Office, and this time I'm also serving as the Obelisk Arbitration Department. spokesman."

"Knight Yale Bernstein, you blatantly used force in a safe area outside the battlefield, which violated the academy system and caused a great negative impact. After research and decision by the Arbitration Department, a penalty of 40 credits was deducted. "

"Why! That guy came to find trouble first, okay?" The knight started to get mad, and the credits earned from repairing the war pattern were all at once, and he couldn't breathe with real heartache.

"So he was imprisoned for a month and deducted 60 credits." Lloyd stared at him blankly: "You, is there anything else you want to say?"

"No more." Yale thought about it and decided to admit it.

"Very good, then let's move on to the next topic, Knight Yale Bernstein, about your body." The man with glasses took out a spar from his pocket and crushed it hard: "Appearance!"

The dazzling multicolored brilliance rose in the ward and gradually faded, forming a three-dimensional structure of the human body. In the translucent picture, there is a large shadow crawling on the chest of the human body.

"That's why your body is in unbearable pain." Lloyd pointed to the shadow, stared at the knight's eyes and said, "Your furnace forged steel war pattern is undergoing a strange transformation, and it seems to be swallowing something and growing rapidly. The reason is probably related to your unbelievably strong heart."

"Heart? Is there something wrong with my heart?"

"No problem, it's too much, please don't interrupt me at will." The glasses man lifted the frame unhappy and continued: "The origin of it, the upper management has already investigated very clearly, it is legal and reasonable, and the empire will not deprive the anything of yours."

"Please wait a moment, Mr. Lloyd, I want to ask him a question." Vesta took a note from his chest, stood up from the sickbed,

"Please." Lloyd agreed readily, but his expression sank obviously.

"Are, did you have any symptoms before the onset of the disease? Such as... chest pain, fever, or other symptoms?"

"No, it appeared abruptly, otherwise I wouldn't have lost to that person... By the way! Three days ago, I found my chest a little tight, but I didn't take it seriously at the time."

"Think about it, is there anything else?"

Yale endured the pain, recalled seriously for a while, and finally shook his head: "No more."

"Okay, if you recall anything, be sure to tell me, it's very important." After the female director recorded, she sat back on the sickbed and motioned someone to continue.

"Then back to our topic." The man with glasses raised his voice a degree, turned his fingers, and the three-dimensional pattern in mid-air turned to the side:

"As you can see, the war pattern is connected to your neural network, so its metamorphosis is the lesion that causes pain all over your body. There is another incentive, and that is your own body."

He deliberately paused, suffocating Yale's appetite, and then cleared his throat and said: "Congratulations, Knight Yale Bernstein, you have stepped into the field of natural disasters with half a foot."

"Oh, so what." The knight knew his own vindictive situation very well, and responded with disapproval. Because of the long-term suppression, his fighting qi was pushed to the limit as soon as it entered the solidification of the sword.

Seeing his weak response, Lloyd added: "For each knight who is about to enter the natural disaster, the academy will give the greatest support, and Mistertin's dream will be open to you soon."

"Mistertin? It sounds familiar... Isn't that the evil **** who was killed by Emperor Jusius!?" Yale straightened his back in surprise.

The man with glasses turned around and closed the stereogram, took out a document from the medical record, and handed it to him: "After all, he is a powerful evil god, and even if he dies, leaving the remains is valuable."

"You now have two choices. First, enter Mistertin's dream and become a natural disaster knight. The war pattern will be completely fused with the body, and the pain will disappear naturally. Second, we will use surgery to forcibly end the forged steel war pattern in the furnace. The transformation...the consequences are unpredictable."

"Is this still a choice?" The knight was still annoyed.

"Wise choice, as I imagined." Lloyd finally showed a smile.