"Your arm is recovering very well. Barring any accidents, you should be discharged within a month."
While dipping his hands into warm water to wash them, Lancer didn't forget to give Kyosuke Kamijo a brief update on his condition. Kyosuke, who had been propping himself up with one hand to sit, didn't react in time and slipped back onto the bed. However, in that split second, Lancer had somehow already reached out and slid his hand under the boy's waist to support him.
"If you get injured again, I'm going to have to charge extra for the treatment fees~"
Lancer didn't actually like Kyosuke Kamijo all that much. After all, he hadn't finished the "original work," but he did know that Sayaka Miki descent into darkness was somewhat related to this guy. Initially, he had decided to use him as a hook to get close to the "protagonist group" purely out of calculated interest. However, after spending some time with him, Lancer realized he shouldn't view people through a biased lens.
Kyosuke Kamijo was, at his core, a very serious—or rather, obsessive—person. Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited for his arm to heal with a hope that could almost be described as blind. As for the hysteria, Lancer could understand it. If one day he could no longer wield his spear due to an injury... he might become even more extreme than the boy. For him, "spearmanship" had completely integrated into his life; it wasn't just a skill learned for survival, but a part of his very being.
As for the tragic ending, in Lancer view, the culprit was Kyubey.
In reality, Mami Tomoe had already warned Sayaka Miki to consider whether she "wanted to become someone who saves people" or "simply wanted to make a wish for someone else." However, because of Mami death, a lost and confused Sayaka was provoked into choosing to sign a contract with Kyubey.
Regarding the feelings between the two... or rather, the three of them, Lancer had no intention of interfering. He wasn't that bored.
As for the comments calling Kyosuke a scumbag or Hitomi Shizuki a "green tea bitch," Lancer couldn't agree. Sayaka Miki had never actually confessed to Kyosuke, and they were merely childhood friends. Hitomi Shizuki only confessed to him after clearly stating her intentions to Sayaka.
People mostly hated those two because they empathized with Sayaka Miki perspective. If you treated Kyosuke as the male lead and Hitomi as the "perfect lady" archetype, then Sayaka would just be the childhood friend—the "losing heroine"—who missed her chance because she was too afraid to confess.
"Dr. Lancer, thank you!"
Kyosuke Kamijo had no idea what Lancer was thinking about him; he was simply happy from the bottom of his heart because Lancer had helped him. He was even so emotional that he couldn't quite control himself. But just as he was about to burst into tears, a finger pressed against the top of his drooping head.
"I have no interest in watching boys cry. Besides, shouldn't you be laughing with joy at a time like this? And instead of those three dry words of thanks, how about inviting me to your next concert?"
Looking at Lancer usual cheerful smile, Kyosuke wiped the corners of his eyes with his sleeve.
"I will definitely invite you, Dr. Lancer!"
"If I have time, I'll be there."
With that, Lancer stood up and waved him off.
"I have some things to handle next, so I'll be leaving."
The moment Lancer pulled back the curtain to leave, the green-haired girl sitting on the other side excitedly rushed in.
Seeing this, and hearing the voices of the two interacting behind him, Lancer couldn't help but shake his head. But as he said, there were things he couldn't control, and besides—
Glancing out the window at Kyoko Sakura, who was hiding in the tree branches, Lancer felt that perhaps some things needed to be viewed dialectically.
On the other side, Kyoko Sakura had been hiding outside the window for several minutes, but unfortunately, she still hadn't figured anything out—be it Lancer massage techniques or anything else. However, when Lancer closed the door to leave, Kyoko suddenly felt a bad premonition.
This scene felt a bit familiar?
Almost by reflex, she swung her spear to stab behind her, but to her surprise, there was no one there.
Right then, Lancer voice came from beneath the tree.
"Hey! what are you doing?"
Watching Kyoko Sakura practice a "reverse spear thrust" in the tree, Lancer couldn't help but wonder—was she triggered by something? Or had he hit her too hard this morning and damaged her brain?
Kyoko looked down at Lancer with an annoyed expression—this man was despicable, actually playing tricks on her.
Annoyed as she was, Kyoko leapt down from the branches.
"Are you ready? Let's go, then."
With her hands behind her back and her head held high, Kyoko walked directly toward the main gate.
"Wait..."
"What is it? Don't tell me you're scared. If you are, I might forgive you if you just admit it."
"It's not that, but—I get the feeling the place you chose isn't close. I'm planning to drive there. You coming?"
As Lancer words fell, the headlights of a car in the distance flashed.
Perhaps because she was so used to her life as a Magical Girl leaping across rooftops, Kyoko had actually forgotten that the person in front of her was an adult male with a driver's license.
The destination Kyoko chose wasn't exactly nearby, but fortunately, rush hour had passed. There weren't many cars on the road, and Lancer sped toward the destination, pushing the speed limit to its absolute max. Kyoko, sitting in the passenger seat, was stiff as a board. Her usual hoodie and hot pants outfit had at some point shifted back into her Magical Girl combat gear.
It wasn't until they reached the destination and Lancer opened the door that a tense-faced Kyoko finally let out a sharp breath and glared at Lancer.
What a despicable man, actually using this method to wear down my fighting spirit...
True, with magical reinforcement, Kyoko could move at speeds even more terrifying than the car Lancer was driving. The problem was that one was self-controlled, while the other meant putting her life in someone else's hands. Add to that Lancer exaggerated drifting and the constant screeching of tires, and she had been mentally strained for quite a while.
Lancer, however, ignored her reaction and scanned the surroundings, performing a basic reconnaissance.
Just as Kyoko had waited until the last second to tell Lancer the destination to be safe, Lancer was always cautious. But looking at this weed-choked area... it seemed a bit strange? This shouldn't be the outskirts yet, so why was it so desolate? And from the looks of it... a church?