Norman took a step forward. Pressed at the knee, Jim followed the same motion.
“You may be basically immortal, but it’s just basically. You can’t recover spilled blood. Your physical structure is still human.”
Another step forward.
“And there must be a limit to how much you can regenerate. The later wounds clearly took longer to heal compared to the first ones.”
That’s why Norman let himself get shot – to time how long it took the eye injury to heal.
Another step forward.
“If you were truly, completely immortal, that discrepancy wouldn’t exist. So your regeneration does have limits. I don’t know the resource behind it, but as long as I can tell that, it’s enough.”
“You…went that far thinking about it?!”
One more step forward.
There are likely various definitions of a great detective, but if being one means never overlooking even tiny details to uncover the truth, then Norman Hamish undoubtedly deserves the title.
One more step, another step forward.
“Norman, you can’t mean…!”
“That’s exactly what I mean.”
One more step forward.
And that brought them to the edge of the bell tower.
One more step, and it would be a straight plummet to the ground below.
Down there was only pitch blackness, in stark contrast to the distant city skyline.
“Surely even you would die from falling this height?”
“But you would die too! Are you planning to die together with me!? That would be interesting in its own way!”
At this, even Norman had to give a wry smile. “You’ve got to be kidding me.”
To have come all this way, yet this stubborn man refused to act because Norman would die too.
“Why go that far?”
“This is what it takes to stop you, isn’t it?”
“—–Are you sure? What about the people dear to you?”
Asked that, Norman envisioned them.
Shizuku. Elteel. Lonzder. Cklares.
Were they hallucinations from blood loss? They seemed to be shouting for him to stop.
And further questions came, even from a corner of his own mind.
—–Why are you doing this?
“…..Hah.”
Norman let out a small laugh.
Not at Jim Adamworth, the villain.
But at the imaginary visions before him.
Or perhaps, at himself.
“—–It’s Elementary, my dears.”
In an instant, the wind whipped past. He didn’t even need to take that step.
The backs of the heroes who try to protect the city are pushed.
Norman Hamish and Jim Adamworth were cast into the open air.
The dark abyss below looked like a canyon waterfall basin.
The towering spire in the night was like a massive plunging waterfall.
Both detective and villain fell toward that basin.
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Torn apart by the fierce winds, the two figures trailed arcing sprays of blood.
As life leaked away into the empty sky, Norman felt a sense of deja vu.
It was Shizuku’s vision.
The sight of falling from a great height. This must have been what she saw then, unable to do anything but look up from below.
But Norman believed.
That in a situation where his death was assured, Shizuku would not be the only one there.
And he saw the scattered droplets of blood whipped up into the air, droplets that should be falling.
In the next instant, he heard a voice. Carried to him by the wind.
“Honestly, you never do invite me along, Sensei.”
Along with the voice, Norman slammed into what seemed like a board. No, not a solid impact like that.
It was an extremely thin wall of air.
What alone would instantly break, too fragile to bear any resistance, instead arrayed dozens, hundreds of layers stacked in the direction of Norman’s descent. Passing through these consecutive barriers, his body took no damage from their brittleness, but his downward speed steadily decreased from the cumulative resistance.
Layer after layer contorting the very nature of air itself to protectively envelop something precious.
—–The Fairy Hand Sprigan shielded its treasures.
Of course, that alone would not suffice.
The delicate air walls, made flimsy to cushion Norman’s body, could not fully arrest his momentum.
“There are limits to what an assistant can clean up afterwards.”
So the gem grabbed the detective in the hollow. Around half way up the tower, a tanned woman embraced Norman.
How did she do that? That question has always been simple.
With extraordinary physical abilities, she ran up the outer wall of the tower.
She then rotated her body and used centrifugal force to approach the outer wall again,
“Heh—–!”
She thrust her strengthened hand into it. With her wrist and beyond scraping the outer wall, the two fell.
It would be too much of a burden to forcefully stop the fall with Norman’s current body. She was already on the verge of losing consciousness from the impact of clinging to the outer wall. So she slid down while using her wrist as a brake.
her deviated physical abilities and bodily functions. she deduced that was the best way to save him.
——-Unsullied Gemstone Anvil Celestial Maiden points to the truth.
“I’ll kill you if you don’t catch him!”
From a few meters above the ground, she threw Norman as gently as possible.
Still, the danger to his life was not over. On the ground, there was little light and it was enveloped in darkness. Changing from dozens of meters to just a few meters does not end the hell.
“——-Wan!”
So the jet-black hellhound ran.
It threw its large body into the air and used half of it to catch Norman’s body. With its beautifully glossy, smooth fur. Not thinking about the landing, it accepted its master using its belly. The hellhound then fell to the paved ground.
Taking all the impact, it only gave Norman the sensation of jumping into a bed.
The hellhound was on the ground that was supposed to be hell. Even transforming from a human, it burned with unwavering loyalty.
——-The Black Demon Hellhound Dog Bratskdog shines in hell.
“Norman sama!”
The hellhound immediately regained human form and lifted him up. Norman avoided fatal injuries from the stab wound in his chest and gunshot wound in his side, but he had lost a lot of blood and wouldn’t last much longer like this. She cradled him as the detective ran over rubbing his wrist, and the fairy crouched by his side and opened a first aid kit, but he didn’t respond.
“I won’t allow such a way to die, Norman.”
So the tear flower placed her hand on his chest. Exposing her long white hair, her slender fish-like hands bare.
The girl who disliked touching anything uses her ability for the one man she wishes to touch.
“Norman.”
Shizuku-Teardrop calls out to the one who is her peace.
“Norman sama.”
Elteel-Sirius Flame calls out to the one who is not afraid of her.
“Norman.”
Lonzder-EnhanceDiah calls out to the one who gives her righteousness.
“Sensei Norman.”
Cklares-Airy Step calls out to the one who doesn’t let her get bored.
“—-Ah.”
And a voice leaked from him.
A resonance.
Amplifying Shizuku’s ability through the four of them and pouring into Norman’s heart.
It couldn’t reach him before, but now it can.
What they want to convey to their beloved is simple.
——-The Lingering Echo Resonance makes the heart tremble.
“…………….Haaah”
Light dwelled in Norman’s eyes, and he looked at the four surrounding him.
Shizuku was drenched in sweat from the unaccustomed use of her ability. Elteel was clinging tightly as she cradled Norman. Lonzder had a slight smile, but the cigarette pinched by her trembling fingers was unlit. Cklares had no smile, only a desperate expression as she began treatment.
Norman tried to say something clever, but
“…………That just now was really amazing. I want you to do it again.”
He was poked, pinched, kicked, and his wounds were pressed hard, so I guess it wasn’t that great after all.
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