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"Oh, the gluttonous nun is here."
Standing on the rooftop, Kaito suddenly sensed that Index had successfully fallen into the home of the spiky-haired Kamijou Touma.
"The gluttonous nun?"
"Hmm, the heroine of this world..." Kaito suddenly remembered that he seemed to have come to the world of A Certain Scientific Railgun, and quickly corrected himself. "Uh... one of the heroines. Same as you."
Shinobu Kocho nodded with a look of understanding.
By now, all the high-ranking officials of the Jura Tempest Federation actually knew that they were anime characters. Although they were a bit concerned at first, after a while they realized that knowing this didn't seem to affect anything, so no one cared anymore. After all, their destinies had already completely changed.
To interject here: even Guy Crimson knew he was an anime character. As thanks for Kaito's information, Guy Crimson, along with the other two Primordial Demons and the White Ice Dragon, had secretly joined the Jura Tempest Federation. This was also why Guy Crimson had intervened in the High School DxD world earlier. However, because Kaito stubbornly refused to accept the identity of World Mediator, Guy Crimson could only helplessly continue with this thankless task.
As for this war between the Jura Tempest Federation and the Eastern Empire: after Guy Crimson learned that the current emperor of the Eastern Empire was Michael, Lord of Justice, he had already begun preparing to participate.
Unconsciously, time had already arrived at night.
"To prevent me, an outsider, from being affected, she deliberately risked her life to come back for her hat?"
Kamijou Touma gritted his teeth, staring at Index lying in a pool of blood on the ground, his face twisted with self-reproach.
"You idiot!"
Suddenly, Kamijou Touma seemed to sense something and quickly turned his head. He saw a middle-aged-looking man with red hair, two meters tall, a cigarette in his mouth, watching him with a serious expression.
"Looking at me with that kind of gaze makes things very difficult for me."
"It wasn't me who attacked her. And Kanzaki, who cut her like this, probably didn't do it intentionally either. That habit she wears, the [Walking Church], possesses absolute defensive capabilities, but it was shattered for unknown reasons."
The red-haired man sighed after speaking. Kamijou Touma clenched his right hand tightly and spoke in a low voice, eyes burning with anger.
"I don't believe in the fairy tales of magic, and I cannot understand creatures like you who call themselves magicians. But you can distinguish between good and evil, can't you!"
"Such a small girl, and yet you relentlessly pursued her and cut her down in a pool of blood."
Kamijou Touma's eyes sharpened, and he shouted at the red-haired man who stood there blaming himself:
"Facing this bloody reality, do you still insist that you are the righteous one?!"
The red-haired man's expression remained unchanged. He was about to say something when a teasing voice came from behind Kamijou Touma.
"Personally, I think our spiky-haired friend here is right. No matter the reason, to just randomly slash at this little nun and then expect her to silently endure it. that's an absolute joke."
"Who are you?!"
The red-haired man looked in surprise at the two people who had suddenly appeared behind Kamijou Touma. Kamijou Touma also quickly turned his head, and his face filled with confusion at the sight of the two strangers.
"Us? We're just a couple of good people who save the world when we're bored..."
Hmm. Purifying trash counts as saving the world too!
"Why is this child so badly injured?"
Shinobu Kocho saw Index lying in a pool of blood and, being the kind-hearted person she was, quickly took out a small bottle of healing medicine and sprinkled it over her. The moment the medicine made contact, Index's injuries began recovering rapidly. In less than a moment, her breathing returned to normal.
"What... what kind of medicine is that?! It can instantly heal injuries that severe!"
The red-haired man stared at the now-unharmed Index with a shocked expression. Kamijou Touma, seeing this, couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief, and quickly bowed his head in gratitude.
"Although I don't know who you are, I'm truly grateful that you saved this child. If there's ever anything you need help with in the future, I won't shirk it!"
After hearing Kamijou Touma's words, Kaito responded with a smile.
"Okay, I'll hold you to that. If there's anything I need, I definitely won't be polite about asking."
"Of course!"
Speaking of which, Kaito actually had a very good impression of Kamijou Touma. He was a true saint. and "saint" here is not a derogatory term, but a genuinely positive one.
Because his right hand could nullify all supernatural powers, it even nullified his own good luck. The result was that every day he was either unlucky or well on his way to being unlucky. Even so, he never complained to anyone. Instead, whenever he saw others in difficulty, he would throw himself into helping them even at the cost of himself.
And looking at all anime protagonists, this spiky-haired troublemaker was truly the one who could claim the title of [not saving the world, but perpetually on the way to saving it].
He saved the world ten times in half a year, fought against demon gods, and the consequences of those battles resulted in hundreds of millions of deaths. Finally, in the Genesis Testament arc, he died of heart failure from sustained high-intensity combat. technically dying of exhaustion at his own funeral.
And death, for him, was merely a moment of rest.
To put it plainly: Kamijou Touma's longest uninterrupted period of rest was the ten days he spent alone in Russian territory, preparing to fight Fiamma of the Right.
Someone might ask: alone, walking all the way to Russia. you call that rest?
Brother, compared to combat, unconsciousness, and dying, isn't a long walk absolutely rest?
Thinking about all of this, Kaito couldn't help but exclaim inwardly, 'Truly a master of time management.'
"Although I'm grateful that you saved Index, if you cannot state your identities, then I..."
Before the red-haired man could finish his dramatic line, Kaito cut him off with a pointed look.
"I say, you little brat, what are you trying to be profound about? At your age you're not out there learning good things, and you even dare to smoke. Someone needs to give you a proper education, and I'm volunteering."
That's right. the figure Kamijou Touma had instinctively read as a world-weary adult was actually only fourteen years old. His real name was Stiyl Magnus, a magician from the British Puritan organization "Necessarius."
Upon hearing Kaito call him a little brat, Stiyl's face immediately took on a hard, serious expression.
"Who exactly are you?! You know my name. Are you from the Roman Catholic Church?"
After hearing this, Kaito's face shifted into an expression of profound disdain.
"The Roman Catholic Church? Don't associate me with that garbage."
"I don't believe in your God!"
Then Kaito's brain, unprompted, surfaced a mental image of a certain silver-haired Bible-obsessed girl back home, currently playing video games with the Infinite Dragon, and before he'd quite thought it through, he heard himself say:
"Uh... I raise her!"
"What did you say?!!!"
Stiyl heard Kaito's words. words that were outright blasphemy to any Christian. The cigarette fell from his mouth and hit the ground.