The interior of the helicopter that was flying inland along the coast
was completely silent.
For some reason, the atmosphere was one where everyone was afraid
to speak.
Still, there was no way they could just sit there and withstand that
unnatural silence.
"...Despite this happening to my own body... Even now I still find this
hard to believe."
The one who started muttering to himself was Isori.
"...What the heck just happened? What did he do to achieve such a
result?"
Not directed towards anyone in particular, the other person who
expressed his own bemusement was Kirihara, the other person in
question.
"Why not simply see all of that as a hallucination. That might be more
persuasive."
"But, that wasn't a hallucination. I almost died, your leg was torn to
shreds, those are the indisputable facts."
Silence descended once more. Once more coming to grips with those
profound facts, the atmosphere was even heavier than before.
"...Shiba, just tell me this."
Finally, that was probably the right way to describe this.
Mari asked a question of Miyuki, who was the only one among them
who knew the truth.
"What would you like to know?"
The tone of the response was incredibly calm.
Yet, she was unable to disguise the stiffness of her expression.
No, maybe she never intended to hide it in the first place.
It was possible that Miyuki was intentionally wearing a chilly, crystal
expression.
"How long will Tatsuya-kun's magic last?"
Using magic to heal was only a temporary measure. That was the
basic rule of healing magic.
By constantly recasting the magic during its effective period and
repeatedly cheating the world, this was the only way to finally
stabilize the illusion of healing in the actual world.