A Certain Unexplainable Dragon Slayer

Accelerator vs Acqua

"How's Lessar?" Y/n asked, leaning against a wall as Mikoto walked out of a room. Agnese had taken them to a small safe house where another nun, from her forces, was hiding. According to Agnese, she specialized in healing spells. The house was small and unassuming, a little out of central London, so they figured they wouldn't be found easily. There was a hidden passageway below the house to escape into the catacombs below, if absolutely needed.

"She's conscious but still weak from blood loss," Mikoto replied, but she looked relieved. "The healing is finished and all she really needs is to rest. Are you still worried about Index?"

"Yea," Y/n sighed, depressed. Index had gone with Carissa and now Index was her hostage. Agnese had informed them she was captured, but kept reassuring him she would be fine. Carissa would want to keep her alive because of her knowledge. "I should have gone with her."

"Don't talk like that," Mikoto said, patting him on the back. "Berating yourself isn't going to help. Once we find everyone, we can organize a rescue." Y/n looked at her and saw her staring at him with compassion and determination.

"Thanks a lot Mikoto," Y/n said, feeling a lot better. He smiled at her and she felt her face grow warm.

"You can come in boy," Agnese called from the room. Y/n and Mikoto turned around and entered. Lessar had been moved to the bed in the corner of the room and she was now sitting up against a pillow and looking at them all suspiciously. Her face was quite pale, but otherwise looked ok. Agnese was sitting in a chair watching Lessar, but turned to look at Y/n when he entered. The other young girl, who had performed the actual healing, was putting the blood stained clothes and rags into a basket and left the room.

"I know she wasn't our ally," Y/n said to Agnese. "But thanks for taking care of her wounds."

"We are part of the church you know," Agnese huffed, but a slightly pink tinge appeared on her cheeks at his thanks. "Helping others is what we do."

"Healing magic is really useful, I wish we knew someone with an ability that convenient." Y/n nodded in agreement. As part of the science side, they had to rely on medicine and surgeries for major wounds.

"So what are you going to do with me?" Lessar asked. "I doubt you just healed me out of the kindness of your heart."

"Oi!" Mikoto said indignantly. "We saved you because we wanted to."

"Though if you want to give up information," Agnese added. "That would be alright too. We know you were a courier for Curtana Original, but that isn't technically against any laws. The only thing we could possibly get you on is transporting a powerful magical relic without proper clearance into a major city. Even then, you didn't use, or have any intention to use, it. As long as you didn't know Princess Carissa was going to stage a coup, any punishment you receive will be minor."

"We knew," Lessar said instantly, and there was a note of pride in her voice. "She is planning to bring the UK back to the height of its power. As of now, the UK is constantly declining and outside forces are taking root, the European Union, the Roman Catholic Church, and now the same random magic group is attacking our country. I love my country and I will do anything to protect it, even having to help throw a coup to save its future." She said the last part so forcefully, Y/n didn't doubt for a moment about her truthfulness.

"Ah," Agnese moaned. "Why did you have to say that...? Ah, I must have water in my ears or something and I'm hearing things. I'll be right back to get your answer. I need to check with the others anyway." She left the room shaking her head at Lessar's reply. "Oh and boy," Agnese said and Y/n turned to her "Waterloo station is where you want to go."

"Huh?"

"To get to Index you have to sneak aboard the Eurostar train. The knights will be using it to move people and goods around. The train will take you to Folkestone, and that's where you'll find Index." Y/n nodded to the information as Agnese left the room