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It didn't take long for the doctor to finish examining Jasper, and it seemed like aside from the stress-induced headache and the sprain in his ankle, he could more or less be considered fine.

Of course, there was some bruising and scraping on various parts of his body as he rushed around haphazardly while trying to escape, but those were just surface wounds that were easy to treat and recover from within a few weeks at most.

The doctor already had the ointments and tablets for these minor issues at hand, and had just started explaining the dosage when it happened.

The silver-haired boy who had been docilely standing by his side as if trying to 'learn' casually reached into what appeared to be his back pocket, presumably to take out his phone, or perhaps even scratch his butt -- the doctor couldn't care less -- and the next second he was down on the ground, grunting in pain.

Given how he was clutching at his crotch with his expression twisted and face red in both fury and agony, one didn't need to guess where exactly he had been wounded to not even be able to scream in response.

Of course, given how abruptly it all happened, it still took a few moments for the remaining three to process it all.

While Jasper could only stare at the scene numbly, Ginny couldn't help but grit her teeth in rage as she quickly slid her hand into her skirt to clutch the gun she had concealed. 'I knew it wouldn't be over so easily!'

By this time, however, Emilia already had her heel pressing down on the silver-haired boy's chest. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but guns aren't exactly considered medical equipment, are they?"

Although she was still trying her best to overcome the shock of the situation, Ginny couldn't help but marvel at how domineering and majestic "Penny's" aura was at this moment.

'It reminds me of... her.' She thought. 'I guess birds of a feather really do flock together. No wonder Emilia sent her here.'

Meanwhile, thick beads of sweat rolled down the hero's brows as he clutched at his groin in agony and tried to curse, but the only sound that came out was a painful wheeze.

Amos couldn't even properly process what happened, though he knew deep down that everything that could go wrong had already gone wrong.

The pocket pistol in the 'blonde' girl's hand was enough to make anyone realize that there was no misunderstanding or joke in the situation at all.

None of them were stupid enough to not realize what could have happened if not for 'Penny' intervening, and the thought sent chills of terror down even the doctor's spine.

He knew that he wasn't the primary target of the 'assassination', or he would have already died on his way to Ginny's apartment. After all, the boy had more than just a few opportunities to do him in on the way, so why would he wait until now?

But even if he was only a bystander, would the silver-haired boy really let him leave alive after he'd witnessed everything? Unlikely.

Moreover, the doctor only now realized he might be the only one who 'knew' who the boy was, or at least who recommended him to be here.

Thanks to the sheer influence of the people involved, there was no 'need' for any paperwork at all.

'N-No, maybe the whole incident would be blamed on me instead!' The doctor realized in shock.

Just imagining what his family might have to go through after his unjust death had such a thing happened made him so furious that it even overrode his shock, and the doctor couldn't help but curse at the downed boy. "You piece of shit! How dare you--!"

Unfortunately, his words were cut off by the feeling of cold metal pressing against his back.

"I wouldn't move if I were you."

Although Ginny's voice trembled, the doctor could tell that she might really shoot him if he pissed her off at this moment, so he nodded hurriedly in compliance. "M-Miss Ginny, trust me, I really had nothing to do with this!"

To his surprise, Emilia hummed. "He's probably right, or he could have just poisoned you and we wouldn't have known until it was too late."

Of course, even if he did that, the crimson-haired girl could just use a drop of her blood to cure the poison if really necessary, but that wasn't something that could be so easily revealed, especially with the hero still conscious.

'Well, might as well fix that.' Emilia nodded to herself after delivering a swift kick to Amos, who was already nauseous from the overwhelming pain between his legs, completely knocking him out.

Ginny snorted in satisfaction when she saw the blood spurting out from the now unconscious boy's mouth. "Good kick! He deserved it!"

Emilia only coughed in embarrassment. 'I probably shouldn't tell her I was holding back as much as I could, right?'

Cynthia chuckled. "If you weren't, wouldn't his head just explode like a rotten watermelon blasted by a cannonball?"

Emilia couldn't help but send her an internal eye roll. 'You're exaggerating! My strength control isn't so bad that I would kill the hero while knowing how much harder it would make our life.'

Not to mention how difficult it would be to find the next 'host' of the world will if it managed to escape, Emilia also had no idea how she would even go about destroying the world will if she didn't even know what her missions even were anymore.

It was much better to keep Amos alive and well for a little longer. She was almost done with her last mission anyway, and Emilia could feel that victory was right around the corner.

Cynthia hummed. "You say your strength control is good, but I could tell that you turned the most integral parts of a certain monkey's body to paste from that impact."

Perhaps even if he received the best treatment in the world, Amos would never be able to live a 'normal' life again.

Emilia coughed in embarrassment. 'At least his head is fine, right? That's what matters the most.'

Cynthia giggled in amusement. "Right. Even if he's physically 'disabled' now, at least he's mentally fit." She paused. "Well, as fit as he's always been, I guess."

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