The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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Haida, possessing a talent for profiling, naturally understood Solani's current state. Although she knew it was somewhat inappropriate, she still asked Fran about it.

“A good question, dear Sister Heda. It seems you have quite a bit of knowledge in this area.”

Fran's expression had returned to its usual gentle and kind demeanor.

"So I lied to her. I just suppressed her religious fanaticism and reinforced her memories of her family. It wasn't a virtual personality I created, but another 'she' who had been dormant for a long time."

Honesty is not an essential quality for doctors, and she doesn't mind telling a "white lie" from time to time.

“Even if the mask of the mind has been removed, it may still take root in the subconscious of the ‘id’. All I do is awaken it and give it a vibrant humanity.”

“The rain that actually killed Solani was Solani herself.”

Haida pondered for a moment, then finally nodded in relief.

"I understand."

Fran clearly admired Heda's quick wit; she clasped her hands together slightly and leaned closer to Heda in a touch of intimacy.

"I guess your Order of the Hunters doesn't hold victory celebrations. And since our employment relationship has ended, so... is the payment in cash or a promissory note?"

Heda narrowed her gray-chestnut eyes, finding it difficult to cope with Fran's sudden and unexpected emotional shift.

"Promissory note".

She responded.

Chapter Fifteen Reaching for the Moon

[Viscous biomass (from the Abyss)]

[Quality: Average]

[Characteristics: Viscous, extremely tough, with excellent elasticity; possesses a degree of workability after processing, moderately controllable. It is a raw material for crafting a certain abyssal relic.]

[Note: "Pitch black, viscous, tentacled—it looks like something a villain would use."]

Fran looked at the "biological raw materials" that had been identified, clasped his hands together slightly, and looked excitedly eager to try them out.

"The raw materials this time are from the Abyss, I'm lucky. It seems I've recently shaken off my bad luck..."

She was in her private operating room, fully covered in a heavy white hazmat suit, looking like a standing polar bear.

When receiving new theories and technologies, one can be a little casual, after all, it's just a book.

Even if it contained any dangerous taboos, it didn't matter; Fran was extremely adept at resisting whispers and corruption. She could even read "The King in Yellow" as bedtime reading.

However, the raw materials are different... These biological tissues or inorganic substances from the unknown world have enormous potential hazards.

Once, Fran identified a piece of live Orc flesh in the operating room, and was so horrified that she immediately carried out its humane euthanasia. Only a small portion was preserved as a specimen after being highly inactivated.

In the Warhammer universe, orcs reproduce by spreading spores, so... if you plant a piece of meat in the spring, you can happily harvest a bountiful green skin in the fall.

If this thing spreads and forms a large-scale settlement, then perhaps only divine intervention could ensure the eradication of the threat...

Therefore, Fran always examines biological materials in his own private operating room to ensure that these foreign substances have no possibility of escaping, even at the microscopic level.

She took out the book "Applications of the Abyss" from her bookshelf and confirmed the relevant characteristics of the biomass in her hand.

"As expected, these are the materials for crafting the Abyss Relic, Far Caress. Looks like I'll be quite busy for the next while..."

Fran took off his heavy protective suit and began to process the newly acquired raw materials.

Although she doesn't have experimental equipment corresponding to this worldview, she has many superior alternatives with more advanced manufacturing concepts, so she doesn't need to worry about processing equipment.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

White Cup Order, Norlington Central College, Principal's Office.

The college's principal, Grantham Isaac, who was also the de facto head of the White Cup Order, was standing beside his desk.

He closed his eyes slightly, listening patiently to Professor Terence's report on the operation. Child stood guard at the door, somewhat reserved, his expression uneasy.

"Through a series of disguises, we infiltrated the 'Hunger Club.' Then Sister Haida killed High Priestess Sains in a surprise attack and destroyed the ritual array. The Hunters' purge force advanced in tandem, completely wiping out the entire stronghold."

"...That's roughly it."

Terence gave a brief overview of the situation. He planned to write more detailed information in a written report.

Grantham nodded, reaching out to stroke his neatly trimmed white beard.

Although he was the principal, he wore a classic pointed hat and a simple gray robe, making him look like a wizard from the Middle Ages at first glance. This contrasted sharply with Terence, who was dressed in a suit and tie.

"The Crimson Cup Cult is actually setting up a Class II ritual on the outskirts of the city. That's really dangerous. The [Summon Blood Offspring] blood sacrifice ritual can reach the strength of a pseudo-Class I ritual if enough human sacrifices are offered. If we really summon a 'Holy Offspring,' then we'll have no choice but to bombard the entire block and send it to eat the cannonballs."

He was clearly satisfied with Terrence and Child's performance.

Although Lu said that all the spoils of this operation were intercepted by the Hunters Order, White Cup only sent two Exorcists and was not entitled to share the spoils.

6. Just get a sense of participation; don't worry about what you'll gain all the time.

Despite the digression, Grantham was still very pleased. He found it exhilarating to see those flesh-worshipping lunatics get their comeuppance.

Your sect and your beliefs are not important to me, but it is very important to me that you are not here.

"The hunters' sense of smell is as sharp as ever. They were able to follow the clues in Lady Solani's case while fishing for her, and finally wiped out the entire 'Hungry Club'... and even killed a high priest. With the Plum Moon Ritual destroyed, the Crimson Cup will disappear for several more years."

Grantham picked up the black coffee on the table and drank it all in one gulp, seemingly still wanting more.

"As expected of the chief hunter's daughter, she already has such an impressive resume at such a young age... According to intelligence, she previously hunted a heretical den with a secondary priest in the Northern District on her own."

q "Professor Terence, you worked with her briefly. What was your impression of her?"

Professor Terence quickly responded.

"Sister Haida's combat skills are superb, and the previous intelligence was not exaggerated at all. In addition to melee weapons and firearms, she also demonstrated the ability to use arcane arts. She easily destroyed the ritual array of [Summoning Blood Offspring]."

“But…” Terence then changed the subject, drawing a curious glance from Grantham.

"Franc, the physician and coroner employed by the Order of the Mysteries, is also worth noting."

Grantham picked up the scattered papers on his desk and looked at them again as if to confirm.

"I vaguely recall that this person was mentioned very briefly in the incident reports shared by the Hunters. Is there anything special about her?"

"Dr. Fran probably represents the highest level of the Medical Court of the Hunter Order. Now that I think about it, she may not be a hired doctor at all. I even suspect that she is the 'Medical Minister' of this generation."

Grantham's aged face hardened, and a deep look appeared in his eyes. He knew very well the weight of Terence's assessment.

"It's unlikely that the Order of the Hunters would send one of the leaders of the 'Four Courts' if it were just a matter of facing a Red Cup High Priest... Are you sure her medical skills are really that advanced?"

"It's just a guess. But the fact that she can peel away all the flesh from a Crimson Cup Priest with just two scalpels without relying on any secret techniques is beyond my comprehension."

Professor Terence adjusted his round-framed glasses, seemingly savoring the moment, yet also appearing wary.

"Um……"

After hearing Terence's description, Grantham fell into deep thought and sat down in the leather chair behind his desk.

"Perhaps because of Haida Moira's status, the Hunters arranged a supervisor of sufficient importance for her? If that's the case... it's not impossible."

"Afterwards, give me the report of that person's contact with the doctor; I need to take a closer look."

Grantham coughed lightly, suppressing his joy and regaining his usual composure.

—

General Affairs Division, Alvin's office. (Nine)

"Director Alvin, I believe you are already aware of the entire process of this purge operation from my mission report."

Haida looked at Alvin, a copy of "The Scarlet Face" with a bookmark tucked under her arm, seemingly only half-read. Lin

"Well, I don't need you to repeat it again; it's pointless."

Alvin, with his back to Heda and facing the window, gazed absently at the gloomy haze that shrouded the sky.

"This purge was flawless. No one was injured or killed, and the Crimson Cup High Priest was eliminated. The results were tremendous... Your promotion is inevitable. The appointment as 'Head Maid' will come within a month."

“You know, I don’t care about these things.”

Haida didn't care about advancement in status; her only goal was to kill the evil offspring... as many as possible.

In this way, we get closer to the shadows of some people, and in this way, we commemorate the passing of others.

Alvin's imposing figure gradually turned back, facing Heda directly.

“Of course I know what you want to know right now, Haida. I guess you’ve already tried to find information about a certain doctor through the librarian. You don’t have the necessary permissions right now, do you?”

"Ah."

Heda saw no need to hide it and readily admitted it. At the same time, a barely perceptible hint of expectation flickered in her eyes as she looked at Alvin.

Since Director Alvin brought up Dr. Fran, he must want to explain some inside information to him.

But his next words stunned Haida.

"Unfortunately, I don't have enough permissions."

Alvin shrugged rather nonchalantly, a smug smile gradually creeping onto his lips. Honestly, the feeling of only saying half the story and making others uncomfortable was quite enjoyable.

Out of good manners and respect for her superior, Haida only rolled her eyes at him and did not actually beat him up.

"...If there's nothing else, I'll head back now. I haven't finished reading my book yet."

"Wait a minute, there are two more things."

Alvin quickly reached out to stop Haida, who had already reached the door.

"The first thing concerns Vivian. Since she and you both came into contact with Dr. Fran, the General Affairs Department has decided to permanently assign her to your action team."

"Okay, I understand." Haida nodded slightly, obeying the General Affairs Department's arrangements.

-

Although Heda prefers to act alone, Vivian's presence doesn't seem very noticeable. Based on the experience of the last mission, there shouldn't be much difference between having her along and acting alone…

The members of the Secret Service may not be the best in terms of combat strength, but they will definitely not be a hindrance.

"The second thing concerns Dr. Fran."

As Alvin spoke, he took out a clay teapot from the side and brewed a cup of tea for Heda. He gestured for her to calm down.

"Director Alvin, isn't your authority insufficient?" Haida couldn't help but glance sideways, wanting to know what kind of riddle Alvin was playing.

Haida took the teacup, but didn't drink the tea... For some psychological reasons, she didn't want to drink tea for a long time.

“I do not have the authority to inquire about her. But if I am a witness to an event, then I am entitled to know some inside information.”

Alvin seemed lost in memories, and his words flowed like a storyteller.

“More than twenty years ago, I was about your age. A plague from the 'Rotten Crown' cult struck Norrington, plunging the entire city into silence and death. The doctors at the Funeral Court were nearly driven to despair, and even the then-Surgeon General himself died in the plague.”

"Then the plague ended without warning. All the supervisors who survived the natural disaster that year, including myself, knew one thing... The end of the disease was related to a doctor who came with the gray fog."

Fog? Heda squinted. Of course she remembered the dim, hazy fog that had followed Fran when he appeared.

"That……"

Heda still had some questions she wanted to ask in detail. Since Alvin knew the inside story, she naturally had to get to the bottom of it.

“Haidah, that’s all I have to say. You just need to know the General Affairs Department’s attitude. The supervisors still support you in making further contact with this doctor. But it’s best to be cautious when dealing with her ‘treatment’.”

Alvin spoke first before she could ask any questions, thwarting her attempt to extract further information.

Haida seemed to have expected this; she pursed her lips and then nodded knowingly.

"I understand. Thank you, Supervisor Alvin."

She nodded slightly, bowed to Alvin, and then walked towards the door.

Alvin watched Haida leave his office, then breathed a sigh of relief and turned back to gaze at the twilight glow outside the window.

"Haida has the same stubborn temper as her father. Every time I talk to her, I feel like I'm facing the Chief Hunter head-on..."

...

Vivian was waiting in front of Alvin's office, looking somewhat uneasy.

Her keen intuition told her that she was probably facing a major turning point in her life.

Although I don't know what Sister Heda and Supervisor Alvin were talking about, the fact that they specifically called me here suggests that it's probably related to me.

In fact, ever since she started working with Sister Heda, the danger of their missions has increased exponentially.

I initially joined the Secret Service thinking I'd just investigate cases, but now I'm dealing with heretics and cultists every day. What a twist of fate! It's truly lamentable…

Soon, Haida pushed open the office door and came out, immediately spotting Vivian beside her.