Witch, Fireball and the Evil God of Steam

For the first time in his life, Palansi sat in a wheelchair.

The next morning, as the "Empire's Strongest Saint," fully equipped and back at his peak, he was pushed out of the hospital room by a young knight who was several hundred years younger than him.

The warm sunlight fell on him, yet it almost made his cheeks flush.

The harmonious scene was like a granddaughter pushing her elderly grandfather with weak legs outside to bask in the sun, peaceful and serene, with a hint of a family reunion atmosphere.

However, they were not grandfather and granddaughter, and he had never had any leg inconveniences — he could wear armor and wield the holy sword to fight in a rebellion war.

Don't rush, Palansi, calm down, Palansi!

Your current setting is of an elderly man.

Palansi conducted self-guidance in his mind, settled his nerves, and upon seeing many familiar faces in the hospital, he took the initiative to start a random topic, "These doctors should be Priests of the Life Church, right?"

He had not returned to the Empire for hundreds of years and found it increasingly difficult to understand the changes in this kingdom.

In his original imagination, following the failure of the rebellion, all priests of the church would be accounted for; if merciful, they would be exiled from the Empire, and under a cruel ruler, there would be a reckoning after autumn, branding all members of the Life Church as criminals and burning them at the stake — much like what Pope Julius had done in the past.

Thus, this trip to Imperial City also became one of Palansi's jobs — to smooth things over.

Yet the priests' situation now seemed they didn't need him to speak on their behalf, living well enough, even becoming a respected profession across the Empire.

It is no longer through ideological submission but genuine respect from within people's hearts.

Bihan nodded and introduced, "Yes, this is the surgery department, and the priest's blessing is very suitable for treating physical injuries or fractures."

"Surgery?"

This was another term Palansi had never heard of before.

"It was a viewpoint Old Sen brought up during a conversation, and after communicating with doctors from the Imperial City Hospital, they believe that specializing in medical disciplines will further medical system development. Presently, surgery refers to the concept of external injuries, while the majority of internal medicine involves diseases that can only be known through diagnosis."

Bihan was ignorant about medicine, and she was amazed that Ethan even delved into this field.

She always felt perhaps Ethan had twice as much time in his day compared to others to allow him to build such an extensive knowledge base. "Old Sen also discussed with priests of the Life Church and found out the priest's blessing can only heal what they understand, but Life Church has now established a medical academy, and in due time, they will definitely use blessings to treat internal diseases."

Again, Ethan!

Palansi had heard too many rumors about Ethan; he later learned that the mechanical creation that crashed him was called a motorcycle, which was also Ethan's invention.

As a Neseriel Holy Hall Knight, he couldn't help but think if this technology could be widely spread, "the sky" would no longer be the dragon tamer's limit, and knights' mobility and coordination would reach unprecedented levels.

What surprised him further was, it was only over two months past the Imperial City's upheaval, yet this declining empire seemed to have returned to the right path and was revitalized.

While Palansi was deep in thought, Bihan pushed him into the hospital's nutrition cafeteria.

The young knight was full of smiles and said, "You've suffered physical injuries, drink more bone broth today."

"...Hmm."

Palansi felt as though he had indeed become an old man; even the bowl of bone soup was served by Bihan, fearing he might get burnt.

This was not the situation he imagined!

As "the Empire's strongest Saint," his greeting with Lindong would tear the heavens and earth, feeling each other's strength during the brief clash — that was the camaraderie between strong individuals; then they would return to Imperial City, find a tavern, and drink joyfully.

But not like this!

Palansi once again saw Lindong in the cafeteria, and this time Lindong brought him a fruit basket in a visit, immediately asking about his injuries.

Lindong now respected him as well, but it was the respect meant for elders, intertwined with guilt towards a traffic accident victim.

Coupled with Bihan taking over the fruit basket to peel an orange for him, it immediately made Palansi feel as though he had aged over 200 more years.

Turns out Imperial City is safer than he imagined, yet filled with... embarrassment.

Ethan came too.

After returning home last night, Ethan engaged in a deep conversation with the wind element — after leaving the motorcycle, the wind element returned to the literary girl state, speaking softly, and even admitted her mistakes voluntarily, yet on the other hand, the wind element was the first to crash into someone without initiating an attack command.

He always felt the reflection meeting was somewhat odd.

In her literary girl state, the wind element was soft-spoken, willing to listen to whatever was said, yet faced with critical questions, she bizarrely fell into silence.

When Ethan asked her if she would crash into someone next time, the green-haired girl lowered her head, her golden eyes looking at the ground, her mouth slightly upturned.

The wind element ultimately didn't answer this question; the only intel he got was that during racing, the wind element didn't like anyone blocking her way.

Ethan concluded whoever blocks her path, she will crash into them.