"Sir, do you think we've been exposed?"

On the way to the hospital, Costate, beside Ronald, curiously asked this question:

"If our previous actions were noticed by the Dawn Spell Society, would it bring certain troubles to our upcoming activities?"

Ronald shook his head calmly at the maid:

"Don't worry, Costate, it's all right."

"We didn't cause any actual damage to the Dawn Spell Society, merely destroyed a spell artifact. To put it bluntly, even those two guards that Il took down, could wake up refreshed with just a nap."

"Under such circumstances, they won't be willing to provoke an original holder, especially when this is an important figure from the Gryffindor Fleet!"

Ronald spoke with confidence.

Because back in Gryffindor, he had already witnessed the activities of the Dawn Spell Society's casters.

Ronald could see the attitude of this school towards Gryffindor personnel, and since he wasn't caught on Lighthouse Island, even if that spell sprite really transmitted its final images to its creator.

The other side is also unlikely to use this to trouble Ronald.

Having answered Costate's question, Ronald then shifted his gaze to Il on the other side.

Throughout the journey, Il was much quieter than before.

Though his physical issues were resolved, having been infected earlier and being in such poor condition clearly left a significant impact on him.

Feeling a sudden pang of sympathy, Ronald rarely comforted:

"Il, if you feel uncomfortable, just say it."

"We're acting together now; it's best not to keep any unhappy thoughts inside."

As Ronald began to comfort him, Il immediately showed a surprised expression. But then he gently shook his head, his expression switching to dissatisfaction with what had happened:

"Boss, there's actually nothing I can't get over."

"It's just that being ambushed like this and not knowing if someone targeted me on purpose frustrates me. The thought that it might just be me being unlucky and having no one to take it out on leaves me really sulky."

"..."

"Il, you're something else indeed."

Faced with Il's candid yet ridiculous idea,

Ronald was stunned for a few seconds, then decisively gave up trying to persuade him, treating his earlier sympathy as foolishness.

Then the three continued on their way.

Soon they arrived at the city's municipal hospital in Carpen.

This was a... how should one say it?

Seeing the building in front of him, Ronald's feelings were quite complex.

As a facility that ensured the healthcare of the entire city's people, this hospital looked quite rudimentary, merely a somewhat larger two-story house, with the outside even showing many worn-down places that hadn't been repaired in time.

Compared to the theatre occupied by the Twelve Witches Council previously, or the Lighthouse Island manor owned by the Dawn Spell Society,

The Haithon school's base and workplace were quite unreasonably simple.

However, Ronald soon accepted this fact.

Upon thinking carefully, maybe Carpen's hospital was actually far above average. Look at the city's surrounding residential and commercial buildings; most were also products of quite ancient construction techniques.

To demand the highest level of standard, expecting every school to have facilities like the Twelve Witches Council or the Dawn Spell Society does seem a bit too much.

"Let's go, Il."

"Whether your issue can be resolved depends on this visit."

With a slight sigh, Ronald led the two girls behind him further into the hospital.

Just as they entered the doorway.

An adult male approached them, blocking Ronald and his companions' path:

"Sir, Miss, are you here for a consultation?"

"..."

With a dazed look, Ronald looked up at the adult male blocking him. The man was brawny and muscular, whose attire indicated that he was a security guard at the hospital.

Following this, Ronald glanced around the lobby's environment.

To his surprise, there wasn't a single nurse in sight.

Thus, welcoming patients naturally fell into the hands of the hospital's security.

This... This is allowed?

Ronald deeply wanted to comment, but keeping his purpose in mind, he forced himself to suppress his thoughts and handed the letter Teresa gave him to the man in front of him:

"Sir, hello."

"We've come here to visit the hospital director, based on a friend's introduction."

"To see the director?"

The guard who took the envelope looked skeptical.

But when he saw the address and name on the envelope's cover, along with the seal's imprint on the back, his expression changed rapidly.

Then he didn't dare continue verifying the letter's authenticity.

Immediately, he returned the letter to Ronald, turned, and called from the front:

"Sir, come with me!"

"The director is currently in the office; you'll be able to meet him soon."

"..."

The different scales and capabilities of schools really do manifest distinctly.

Though Carpen's hospital was a branch of the Haithon school, compared to the Twelve Witches Council's theater, the contrast in calibre was apparent.

Led by the security guard,

The trio smoothly made their way to the hospital's second floor, arriving at an office.

Knock, knock, knock—

Having knocked on the door, the guard returned to his work on the first floor, leaving Ronald and the other two to enter the room themselves.

"Sir... Hello?"

Entering the office, Ronald immediately saw its owner.

A man in his forties to fifties, with a solid aura of magic fluctuations, indicating his status as a caster.

So Ronald immediately offered the introduction letter from Teresa:

"We were introduced by Grand Witch Teresa, hoping to consult you on some matters."

Initially met with a bit of indifference by the hospital director.

But upon hearing the Grand Witch's name from Ronald, his demeanor promptly shifted from scrutinizing to serious.

Not only did he rise from behind the desk, but he also approached to take the letter Ronald handed.

"..."

The man seriously read the introduction letter and verified its authenticity.

Once confirming Ronald and his companions' identities, he immediately turned aside in the office and fetched chairs for the three:

"Come, come! All three of you, have a seat!"

"It's truly an honor for my humble hospital to be visited by guests from Gryffindor!"

The enthusiastic attitude.

Momentarily left Ronald at a loss for words.

But sensing the awkwardness too, the hospital's head promptly spoke:

"The Grand Witch mentioned your purpose in her letter as well."

"Feel free to ask anything. I promise to speak openly and not hold back!"