The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"Don't worry, Sigrid, I know."

"However, it seems like it's been a long time since I last held a sword, and my skills are a bit rusty... I might even hurt Sister Haida."

Fran fiddled with the brass pocket watch around his neck, his amber eyes holding a smile that was hard to decipher.

As they spoke, Haida realized that the person before her had stolen the "False Sun" from her. Enraged, the nun no longer held back and swung her power sword "Nirvana" directly at her with a vertical slash.

The sharp blade sliced ​​through the wind, followed by a sudden, piercing whistle.

Fran swiftly dodged the sword to the side, his movements light and effortless, almost elegant. Like flowing wind and drifting clouds, he was untouchable even though the sword was right in front of him.

This doctor rarely engages in high-intensity, close-quarters confrontations... but that doesn't mean she has no experience in it.

Her sword missed its mark, but Haida seemed to have anticipated this.

Upon confirming that she had not hit her target, she immediately raised her wrist sharply, slashing upwards with her sword. The movements were seamless, and her attack was fluid and compact.

However, the sword still failed to touch Fran.

Her petite figure was like a ghost in the mist or a reflection in the water, and she moved with ease amidst the chaotic sword light.

At this moment, Fran held the blade of the "False Sun" between his lips, continuously accumulating spiritual energy into the [Blazing Grinding Teeth]. He awaited the moment he removed it, converting it all into heat to power Sigrid.

Oh, if the White Witch's current frail state hadn't restricted most of the doctor's mobility, she could have even taken advantage of this gap to leap up and step onto the Heda's sword again... But given the current situation, it's best not to put such a dangerous idea into practice.

"Your swordsmanship has improved; you're at least as good as you were when you were younger."

As Fran removed the ceremonial sword from his lips, he casually offered a compliment.

The energy storage of [Blazing Cone] had reached its limit. At the last moment, its spiritual energy was completely transformed into pure heat, filling the core of Sigrid's alchemical furnace.

With a single sword strike, scorching wind and blazing light, along with a massive surge of heat, rushed directly towards the nun, blocking almost all her escape routes.

Under the scorching heat of the Primordial Sun Spirit, the flickering candles in the church instantly burst into flames, melting into sticky wax that flowed everywhere.

Anderson, the "Sun Rider" of the Sunforge, once used a blade formed from Sigrid's plasticity, but he could only barely wield its power, and Sigrid herself was in an unstable and weakened state at the time.

Therefore, Sister Heda was able to forcefully break through the flames and directly attack the enemy leader.

But things are different now; Sigrid is now in Fran's hands.

Even though her self-awareness was in a chaotic and blurred state, Haida still instinctively sensed an unpredictable danger from the blazing flames enveloping her. If she were to try to repeat her old tricks... she would likely only end up severely injured and driven back by the flames.

Of course, this doesn't mean she had no way to deal with it.

Amidst the raging flames, a pale blade forged from a [Mechanized Spirit] suddenly materialized, piercing through the veil of intense light and striking directly at Fran behind him. The power sword "Nirvana," in its spirit form, has a range of approximately four meters, sufficient to compensate for its disadvantage in attack distance.

This gray-white sword shadow was sharp and deadly, carrying an indomitable and cold sharpness, as if it wanted to pierce through all obstacles.

Witnessing the sword spirit piercing through the waves of flames, Lily couldn't help but worry about her "older sister" who had only recently awakened, and desperately wanted to send the Black Knight's spirit forward to protect her...

Fran merely glanced back at her gently, giving her a look that said, "Don't worry."

"'Nie,' have you really thought this through?"

Just as the pale, almost gray blade was about to touch Fran, the doctor smiled and asked a question. Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the [Mechanized Spirit] instantly disintegrated into scattered points of light and vanished.

Although the spirit within the power sword "Nirvana" is hazy and confused, it still retains a certain level of judgment regarding the external situation. Fran and Sigrid are the forgers who gave it new life, while the nun who uses it is clearly not fully conscious at this moment...

Therefore, it made its own choice at the last moment.

Although Dr. Fran spoke in his usual light and indifferent tone, without revealing any threat... there was an inexplicable sense of unsettling danger about "Nie".

If he insisted on helping the nun who had gone mad, he feared that his future days would be difficult.

"……Um?"

Upon realizing that her secret technique had unexpectedly disappeared, Haida narrowed her eyes, revealing a hint of confusion.

In that brief pause, [Reaching for the Moon] quietly climbed onto the nun trapped in the waves of flame. Sticky black biomass rapidly spread upwards from the ankle of her hunting boots, then spread like a spider web, covering her entire body.

The artifact itself possessed biological properties, so Fran conducted numerous additional experiments on it. In addition to enhancing its inherent strength and flexibility, he also added several glands for releasing neurotoxins.

Speaking of which, Dorothy S. of Norrington was a victim of the first generation of neurotoxins... oh no, she should be called an experimental volunteer.

Under the paralysis of the neurotoxin, Haida quickly felt a strong emptiness in her limbs, and her muscles went limp. Although she retained the state of corruption, her body still possessed the vitality of a living person and was unable to resist biological agents.

A few breaths later, the nun could no longer maintain her standing posture and knelt down on one knee, leaning on the hilt of her sword.

"Plagues, evil offspring, traitors, and fanatics who have fallen into heresy... I will sever the root of all this, slay those repulsive and vile creatures, destroy their forms, and erode their souls, and I will never let that desperate 'future' become a reality."

"I will keep to myself, follow the precepts, and protect every living person who still has hope... until I burn myself out."

As she murmured in a dreamlike voice, two streams of crimson tears welled up in her eyes. These were physical symptoms of a violent expansion of her spiritual awareness, symptoms that had previously appeared when she faced the incarnation of the Decaying Crown.

"It seems that Norrington's house call left a deep impression on Haida..."

Fran lightly swung the hilt of the "Pseudo-Sun" sword, gathering back the primordial solar energy that had dissipated from the surrounding area. The previously spreading smoke and flames immediately subsided.

After that, she bent down and listened patiently to Heda's whispers, then reached out and gently stroked her cheek. Thankfully, the nun was kneeling, otherwise Fran, at her current height, wouldn't have been able to reach her.

The light flickered, and the White Witch's power to purify and contain filth gradually surged.

Just then, Lily came to her side, seemingly wanting to share the enormous amount of filth that felt almost tangible.

She had previously purified many highly distorted undead and knew the extent of suffering that harboring filth would bring. Therefore, she wanted to offer some help to this woman as much as she could.

“Let me do it myself, Lily. You’re not feeling well to begin with, so you don’t need to share my burden. Besides… I also need to verify a hypothesis.”

As she spoke, the pure white radiance of the White Witch suddenly became dazzling, almost blinding.

The dark filth was stripped from Haida's body, and the nun's tightly opened grey-chestnut eyes slowly closed. If this were a normal process of purifying something corrupted… her soul should have been completely released by now.

But Fran certainly wouldn't let things develop that way...

While cleansing her soul essence, she activated the [Dust and Impurity Removal] technique to ensure the surrounding environment was sufficiently clean. She then took out several quartz vessels and began preparing the potion.

The red and blue dewdrops in the golden chalice, the powdered contents of the green capsule, the extract of Heil's Tears, and a few drops of Fran's blood were used to stabilize the spirit and soul... Finally, she pried open Heda's lips with her fingers and poured the prepared potion into her mouth.

Each of its active ingredients is undoubtedly a potent medicine, even capable of rejuvenating the recently deceased. Life sprouts forth like new buds, and the decaying aura of the dead that clung to Haida vanishes without a trace.

She fell into a peaceful sleep, her breathing even and steady.

As Fran absorbed the enormous amount of filth from the nun's body, her long hair also became stained with a dark, jet-black color. For the White Witch, whose constitution was no different from that of an ordinary person, this process would be accompanied by unbearable pain.

But the doctor seemed unconcerned, his expression remaining calm and his eyes unmoved.

"So this is what it feels like to ingest a large amount of filth at once... It's truly malicious."

Fran pursed his lips and began to carefully experience the strange sensation emanating from the depths of his internal organs.

The sensations were like worms or maggots wriggling and gnawing restlessly in my limbs and bones, as if they were about to burst out of my body at any moment. The physical discomfort of dizziness and vomiting echoed in my mind at all times, and the White Witch's power could only suppress it, but could not completely cleanse it.

But if they truly succumb to their instincts and vomit filth... they will completely break free from the constraints of their bodies, erupting forth and corrupting everything around them.

The filth churning within Fran's body spread with all its might, as if it possessed a consciousness and wanted to break free of its cage. She did not use the White Witch's power to suppress it again, but simply allowed the situation to continue.

Suddenly, a wisp of filth touched a certain "mark" hidden within the doctor's body.

The next moment, as if sensing a provocation, a chaotic, golden-red flame erupted and surged forth, like boiling molten lava. It burned along the filthy veins, incinerating all the dark, viscous matter that dared to offend it.

While the filth of the borderlands and the raging fires of the frontier are both potential calamities that could trigger apocalypse, they are fundamentally different. The former represents depravity and corruption, like a vengeful spirit seeking to drag the living into the mire.

Madness, on the other hand, is a pure hatred of all things, tangible or intangible. Life, matter, soul, thought—it is equal to all. It burns everything; its meaning of existence is to reduce everything it touches to ashes.

It represents the destruction of everything; compared to that, parasitism or corruption is nothing more than the pathetic act of the weak trying to survive.

"call……"

Fran let out a long, relieved sigh, and wisps of black smoke rose from her lips. Her pale, almost gray hair was no longer stained.

Sure enough, this sticky, filthy stuff should all be burned to ashes. No wonder the hunters of Funeral Parlor are so keen on turning their enemies to ash.

"White witch with amber eyes, the filth within you... has vanished?"

Although the previous fierce battle had surprised the Black Knight, it was nothing compared to the shock of seeing the filth within Fran completely disappear.

As an immortal being from an ancient race, he had never seen a white witch capable of such a feat.

"If you may, please call me Fran."

Fran never intended to hide her special nature, after all, she came to the borderland to perform her duties as a doctor, not to perfectly disguise herself as a young white witch.

If the White Witches had to sacrifice their lives to suppress the spread of filth before she arrived, and it is still the same after she arrived, without any change... then wouldn't it be meaningless for her to step into this place?

“As you can see, I am different from all the White Witches you know. In fact, I come from a far more distant place...neither the hidden homeland of ancient peoples nor within the borders of frontier kingdoms.”

"Now, we have conquered the 'filth' and no longer need to waste each other's young lives on it."

When he said this, Fran's expression was calm and composed, and his narration was carried with a leisurely and unhurried manner.

Faced with her explanation, the Black Transit Knight fell silent for a moment.

Although Fran seemed to have no reason to lie, there were many inexplicable contradictions between what she said and his own understanding. He simply couldn't convince himself to believe the person in front of him so easily.

"The White Witches are descendants of an ancient people, but now, they, including their descendants, are under the control of this country. There may be unknown White Witches wandering outside, but the possibility is extremely slim."

“You’re probably not much older than Lily, but you don’t act like a child at all… In any case, the White Witch’s power and talent do flow in your veins. Perhaps I should trust you.”

The black knight pondered, his tone carrying a hint of uncertainty and deliberation.

Although Fran's behavior was far too unusual, almost beyond comprehension... his duty was to uphold the immortality pact and protect the White Witch. Even though the one before him was different, his task remained unchanged.

"Thank you for your understanding, Mr. Knight."

"In return, I should also show some sincerity."

As he spoke, the doctor activated his own epileptic fire imprint, condensing a wisp of golden-red flame, flickering and swirling like a candle, at his fingertips.

"Lily, please open your mouth. Ah... it may feel a little burning at first, please bear with it for a moment."

Out of affection for this "older sister," Lily did not hesitate or waver, and obediently opened and closed her lips.

Fran then placed the raging fire, which he controlled, into her mouth with a fluid and natural motion, as if he were feeding a child candy.

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Soup! Wow!

Chapter 155 Guarding the Treasure Artifact [The Frontier Country]

The Mad Fire itself represents chaos and destruction, the burning away of all life. If someone lacking control were to use it in the medical field like Fran, they would likely only end up with a charred, carbonized corpse.

But to this doctor, it was no different from maggots used to treat wounds. Although the scene of its use was quite gruesome, it could indeed reach the lesion directly and cleanse gangrene and necrotic tissue.

Of course, Lily's physical condition is exactly the same as that of an ordinary little girl, and even weaker. Therefore, the flame temperature and diffusion must be controlled with extreme precision to ensure that it does not affect her body or mind... The whole process is equivalent to a minimally invasive surgery.

"Cough cough..."

When Lily sneezed and coughed up a few wisps of smoke containing black fluff, the cleansing process was complete.

One could see that the ends of the white witch's waist-length hair had returned to their original snow-white color, no longer bearing the pitch-black that represented filth. This brought with it an indescribable sense of exhilaration, no longer needing to constantly suppress the filth stirring within her.

"Take a break, Lily. Assisting with surgery is quite physically demanding for the patient."

Fran extinguished the flicker of madness, then reached out and stroked Lily's head. The child's hair was soft, smooth, and slightly fluffy; it felt quite nice to the touch. Oh… this is the kind of good hair that's unique to children.

Lily nodded slightly, and in a blink of her eyes, she noticed the fine beads of sweat on the other woman's forehead. She then picked up a corner of her white pleated skirt and began to wipe them away.

For Fran, who once possessed the mark of the King of Mad Fire, manipulating this wisp of mad fire was not difficult. But given her current petite, childlike physical condition... it was a considerable burden on both her intellect and stamina.

The depletion of her energy manifested directly in her body as fatigue, to the point that her heartbeat and breathing were slightly erratic.

"...Sir Knight, is the sincerity I have shown enough? As a descendant of an ancient race who made an immortal pact with Lily, you should be able to sense some of the conditions within her body."

With Lily's help, Fran, supporting her back, slowly walked towards the stone pedestal inside the church for resting. After settling down comfortably, she asked the black knight a question.

"The filth has been cleansed, you have truly done it. ... Unbelievable." 9≮〓】〗3∴“「

"If your power to wield fire had appeared sooner, perhaps the countless sufferings and despairs would have been lessened, and the White Witches would not have had to endure the erosion of fate generation after generation."

The Black Knight's tone remained as resolute and steady as ever, but he did not hide his astonishment.

"All matter that objectively exists in the world is rational. It is traceable, understandable, analytical, and manipulable... As long as the study of filth gradually develops, even if the madness that extinguishes life is not extinguished, it will eventually be conquered."

Fran explained gently, then sighed softly.

"The research in the border countries has indeed made some progress, but they rushed to turn it into results and put it into use before they understood the nature of the corruption, so the subsequent loss of control and destruction was to be expected."

Hearing Fran's words, the Black Knight nodded silently, indicating his agreement.

But he had a strange feeling about her... The white witch in front of him was far too young; in terms of both appearance and physical condition, she couldn't possibly be more than ten years old. Yet, her words naturally exuded a composed and detached air.

In addition to the flames that cleanse impurities, she can also restore those who have become corrupted and fallen back to their original state, just like the nun who has regained her vital signs... All of this is impacting the black knight's worldview and rationality.

“Once my friend wakes up, let’s explore the hidden areas deep within the White Quarter… Now that we’re here, let’s not miss anything.”