The legend of Li Shuaixi

"Why..." Kamijou couldn't help asking a question that he didn't expect the other party to answer: "Why? Actually, I don't believe in magic at all, and I can't understand what kind of creature a magician is... But... ...In your world, there should be good and evil? There should be things and guardians you want to protect..."

Kamijou was very clear that, as a hypocritical hypocrite, he was not qualified to ask these questions at all, and he would rather let his best friend solve this problem if he could.

But after all, Kamijou Touma once abandoned Index and returned to his daily life.

Even so, Kamijou still had to ask.

"A large group of you, chasing such a lonely little girl, and hacking her into serious injuries... Why can you insist on your own justice after doing such a thing?"

"As I said, it wasn't me who cut 'that thing', it was Kanzaki."

However, the magician replied to him with such a simple sentence, without any sense of guilt at all.

"However, no matter whether you are seriously injured or not, what should be recovered should be recovered anyway."

"Back...receive...?" Kamijou didn't understand this sentence.

"Huh? Ah... I see. I just heard the word 'magician' from you. I thought you knew everything! It seems that 'that thing' is afraid to involve you in this incident?" The magician took a puff of smoke, and continued: "That's right, it's recycling. But to be precise, it's not recycling 'that thing', but recycling the [-] grimoires that 'that thing' carried."

... It's "one hundred and thirty thousand books of grimoires" again.

"By the way, this country's religious views are very weak, so you may still not understand." The magician smiled.While explaining in a boring voice: "──In the language of your country, it can be translated as '** catalogue'. The catalogs are full of evil books that the church believes that 'just one glance will pollute the soul'. Think about it. Even if the church announces that there are many dangerous books in the world, if people don’t know the title of the book, it’s possible to read it without knowing it, right? That’s why the church deliberately let ‘that thing’ carry One hundred and three thousand "evil book templates" are equivalent to a centralized management office for evil books. By the way, I advise you to be careful, the books carried by "that thing" are not suitable for people in this country with weak religious views. In other words, if you only read one book, you will become useless."

But Index obviously didn't have any books on her.She was wearing a monk's uniform with such obvious body lines, even if she hid the book under the monk's uniform, she should be able to see it.What's more, how can a person walk with a hundred thousand books?One hundred thousand books... can build a library.

"Are you kidding! How can there be any books!?"

"It's there. It's in her head."

The magician said as if nothing had happened:

"Have you ever heard of such a thing as 'perfect memory ability'? It is said to be the ability to 'remember things in an instant as long as you have seen them once. And you will remember them for a lifetime without forgetting a single word'. Simply put , like a humanoid scanner."

The magician smiled and said in an uninterested tone: "This is not our magic, nor is it your kind of superpower, it is just a physique. In her head, there are collections of the British Museum, The Louvre Museum, the Vatican Museum of Art, the ruins of Huazi Castle, the ancient city of Compiègne, the Abbey of Saint-Michel... These "magic books" from all over the world were originally sealed and could not be stolen at all, but she But she can use her eyes to 'steal' these books. Keep them in her head, just like a 'magic book library'."

How in the world could such a thing happen?

What grimoires, what perfect memory ability, are all too ridiculous.

but.What matters is not whether these things are "true" at all.The important thing is that a girl in front of her was chopped up by a group of people who "believe these things are true".

"But she can't produce magic power herself, so she is harmless." The magician happily shook the cigarette in his mouth and said, "It seems that those people who 'teach' are not stupid. They deliberately made her unable to use magic power. However, these things Anyway, it has nothing to do with me as a magician. In short, what I want to emphasize is that these [-] books are very dangerous, and it will be troublesome if they are taken away by someone who can use magic. So we are here to protect her of."

"Protect……?"

Kamijou was taken aback.Now that Index has fallen into a pool of blood, the person in front of her can still say such words.

"Yes, protection. Even if 'that thing' has some morals and conscience, it shouldn't be able to withstand torture and drug torture? Don't you feel heartache when you think of such a girl falling into the hands of those bad guys?"

"..."

Somewhere in Kamijou's body began to tremble violently.

It's not just pure anger.Goosebumps even appeared on Kamijou's arms.The man in front of him completely believes that only he is right, and he lives in a life where he can't see his mistakes at all.Looking at such a man, Kamijou felt as if he had jumped into a bathtub filled with tens of thousands of slugs, and nausea swept his body.

A term came to Kamijou's mind: religious fanatics.

These people actually hurt others for some baseless "delusions", which made his anger peak.

"You bastard—!"

As if to respond to his anger, Kamijou felt his right hand start to heat up.

The feet, which could not move even half a step, now moved faster than his head thought.The bulky body made of flesh and blood flew towards the magician like a cannonball. His right hand was clenched tightly, almost crushing five fingers.

Kamijou's right hand was useless at all.There is no way to take down bad boys or increase test scores, and there is no way to use it to pick up girls.

But Kamijou's right hand is very useful.At least you can still flatten the bastard in front of you.

The magician was not moved at all, just smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth, shaking the cigarette.

Then the magician seemed to whisper something in his mouth, and then explained to Kamijou with an expression as if he was about to introduce his beloved black cat: "This is my magic name. I think you may not have heard of it. What about magic names? I don’t know why, but we mages are forbidden to use our real names when we use magic. This is just a tradition handed down from the past, so I don’t know the reason..."

The distance between the two sides was about fifteen meters.

In just three steps, Kamijou Touma shortened the distance between the two sides by half.

"The word 'fonirs' is translated into Japanese as 'strong'. But the etymology is not important, the important thing is that among us magicians, calling out the magic name not only means that we will use magic, but also represents..."

Kamijou Touma took two more steps in the corridor at a very fast speed.

But the magician's smile still did not disappear.Perhaps for him, Kamijou wasn't enough to make him hold back his smile.

"... in the name of killing." (To be continued...)