"No! Kill me! Please kill me... I don't want to become a monster like them that only attacks others... Absolutely not..."
"boom!"
"Ah! You... uh, wait! I... I can move? Can I talk?"
The witch who had just woken up and sat up from the bed hit Maka with her forehead and nose. She staggered back a few steps and then sat down on the chair behind her.
He was seen holding his sore nose, looking helplessly at the overly excited survivor, and finally couldn't help but sigh softly.
"Yes, ma'am, you can move."
Hearing Maka's words with a strong nasal voice, the young witch who was in a state of shock suddenly turned her head, and a look of apology suddenly appeared on her face.
"I'm sorry... Sir, I'm sorry! I was too-"
"No, no, it's okay," Maka waved her hand and simply sat on the chair and replied, and then said with emotion, "Neville did a good job in preparing. The chair is placed just right."
"W-what?"
Seeing that the other party was obviously confused and at a loss, Maka rubbed the bridge of her nose again, then squeezed out a smile and said:
"No, I was just talking to myself... Well, ma'am, do you feel okay?"
"Well... very good, very good! Sir, thank you very much for treating me... Although I couldn't move just now, I was indeed conscious... Oh, um... I bumped into you because I was too panicked. I'm really sorry. .”
Maka heard her apologize again, and Maka shook her head again.
"Ma'am, it's okay... I understand that people can easily fall into panic when they are clearly awake but completely unable to move. Maybe you think that is a precursor to 'living corpse transformation', but... well, although it is also I can’t say it’s wrong, but at least in a short period of time, you won’t become like that.”
"In a short time?"
The other party obviously heard the key point in Maka's words at once - needless to say, anyone who knows that he may become a living corpse will definitely feel fear in his heart.
"Oh! Don't worry... Maybe you have already confirmed the current situation when you were in the fog of London. But I still want to venture to say - at least before you die, the situation you imagined will not happen. After all, one of the most important conditions for the so-called 'living corpse' to occur is that it must be the body of the 'dead'."
"Is that why it's a 'living corpse'...?"
The young witch who was sitting on the hospital bed in shock seemed to have finally calmed down a little after hearing this, and her thinking started to change again.
After calming down slightly, she frowned slightly again and said to Maka with a complicated expression:
"Although I have said it just now, I still want to solemnly thank you again - without your help, I... To be honest, when I think about the feeling of being completely unable to move just now, I really can't do it even if I want to die. … That’s really scary!”
"Well," Maka nodded slowly toward the other party as if to comfort her, and then said frankly, "Madam... Although there is something else I don't want to say, but in order to prevent you from panicking again in the future, I think you still have to You have to know it in advance. That is—"
Having said this, Maka paused for a moment, giving the other party a little more time to prepare mentally.
Then, he continued:
"Ma'am, I think the situation you hate will probably happen again."
"What!"
"Don't worry, listen to me -" Maka raised her hand to signal her not to be nervous, "What I want to tell you is, if you find yourself unable to move again, don't be afraid, because it is only temporary. I will arrange it People are here to take care of you, and when the time comes, they will notify me in time to come over and wake you up again like just now."
"Ah... Really? This, if that's the case... "
The witch on the hospital bed was hesitating. Suddenly, as if she had discovered something, she stared at Maka's face and froze. After waiting for a moment, she whispered hesitantly:
"Excuse me...are you...Mr. Macca McClain?"
"Well," Maka smiled and nodded, "Yes, it's me."
"Oh! Is it really you?" When the other party saw Maka admitting, her expression immediately changed, and she suddenly said excitedly, "Mr. McClain, if it's you, I'll be relieved! Thank you! I understand, I will cooperate well with the treatment!"
"Yeah?"
Facing this survivor whose mentality suddenly changed, Maka couldn't help but be slightly startled, then nodded with a smile and said:
"Anyway, it's good if you can calm down... By the way, speaking of which, do you still remember the specific circumstances of the battle that left you seriously injured? Especially the state of the living corpses and the feeling they gave you. kind-"
Before Maka could tell all the questions he wanted to ask, his expression suddenly froze slightly. Then he turned his head as if he noticed something, and moved his gaze in a direction where no one was there.
"Mr. McClain, what's wrong?"
"Oh no, it's okay." When he heard the other party asked, he immediately shook his head, but then thought about it again and said, "Well... forget it, this matter is actually related to you, I'd better say it. Come on! Just now, your companions hiding in the cellar have been rescued, and the Auror rescue team from the Ministry of Magic is taking them out of London."
"Really? That's... great!"
Although it was unclear why Maka suddenly knew about this, after knowing that he was Maka McClain, the woman obviously became convinced of his words.
Combined with her pure panic state just now, to be honest, Maka felt that this witch was a little too innocent.
"Anyway—"
Considering that the other party has experienced such a thrilling experience, and his mood has changed too many times just now, I am afraid that his mental state is much worse than it appears.
Macca thought for a moment, then stood up first and said:
"Madam, please take a good rest first! Don't worry about anything, just relax here and have a good sleep. After I finish handling some things, I will come over to see you again... Oh, and the person who is with you The Muggle lady who escaped has also recovered, don’t worry!”
He didn't mention that his companion was next door, he just mentioned it and left the observation room.
After he closed the door and cast a protective spell on the door, he leaned against the wall in the slightly dark underground corridor outside to collect his thoughts.
Not long after, I saw him looking in the direction of London again, with a complex expression on his face that I couldn't tell whether he was relieved or anxious.
"Tsk... Is it better to go there in person?"
At that moment, he felt that his connection with the Silver Eagle Patron Saint was almost severed.