Kamijo entered the door of the dormitory, passed through the warehouse that was originally the administrator's room, and took the elevator.

The elevator door rattled and slowly parted to the sides, and the impatient Kamijo boy pushed the elevator door and stepped out of the elevator.

Although it is the height of the seventh floor, there is no building wind. And maybe it's the oppression caused by the dormitory next door being too close, which makes the boy feel more stuffy than the flat ground.

"Huh? This is? "Kamijo Danma finally found out that at the far end of the straight corridor, at the door of his room, three cleaning robots had gathered.

It's rare for all three of them to be gathered in the same place, and this dormitory is equipped with only five cleaning robots in total.

The cleaning power of these large iron bucket robots is that even chewing gum sticking to the floor can be uprooted in a single pass.

The three cleaning robots all vibrated back and forth at a certain frequency, apparently cleaning a very dirty patch.

What kind of dirt is it that makes the three robots in a bitter battle?

For some reason, he had a bad premonition.

I didn't even find a door missing here, and I didn't notice the sign at the door of the dormitory.

Unable to control his feet, Kamijo Dangma walked forward one step or two. Finally, he saw the thing.

Although some parts are blocked by the robot and cannot be seen, isn't this white monastic suit lying on the ground with shiny safety pins just Intex lying on his balcony in the morning, fainting from hunger?

The three large iron buckets kept hitting Intix, but she couldn't move. In fact, the cleaning robot should know how to avoid pedestrians and obstacles, which means that even the machine doesn't treat Intex as a human being, which is really miserable.

"Really...... Unfortunately......" Kamijo shook his head helplessly.

Even if the thing about the "magician" is not true, it can be interpreted as a lonely girl who is being chased by a group of people belonging to a strange new religion.

It is really a pleasure to see her appear in front of her eyes in the most natural way now, as if nothing had happened.

Even if you ignore these superficial interfaces, it would be nice to be able to see her again.

"Hey! What are you doing here? How to sleep in such a place? Kamijo Dangma walked over and crouched down beside Intix.

The corners of his mouth had been smiling.

But now, he couldn't laugh.

It was just blocked by a cleaning robot, so I didn't see it.

Intix, who was lying on the ground, had a horizontal wound on her back near her waist.

All that dirt, human blood?

He touched it, put his hand in front of his eyes, and frowned, "This is ...... What's going on? ”

"Cheer up, Intix!" Kamijo Dangma yelled at Intix, then put his hand on her shoulder and muttered, "What's wrong with you?" Who the hell did it? ”

Da, da, da......

Footsteps rang out behind him, and he looked back sharply.

This is a fair-skinned man, nearly two meters tall, with a very young face, but his body is a little anxious.

Judging by his height, he should be a foreigner. As for his costumes...... Like the priests of the church, he wears black monastic robes. But if you look around the world, probably no one will believe that this man is a priest.

He wears hollow earrings on his ears, his pocket reveals a phone charm, a lit cigarette shakes from the corner of his mouth, and most exaggeratedly, a barcode-shaped tattoo under his right eyelid.

It wasn't quite right for this man to say that he was a priest or a delinquent teenager.

"It's the hand of our magician." There was a mocking smile on the corner of his mouth.

The initial feeling was not fear or anger, but confusion and uneasiness.

Although I still don't believe in the word "magician......

But the person in front of him obviously can't think about it with the common sense of his own world.

"Hmm...... This time it's really heavy. The magician tilted his head and glanced at Intix, who was blocked by the streak.

"Why?" The last article is a little unwilling to go.

"Huh? Why did she come back here, you ask? Who knows, maybe it's forgotten. By the way, when it hit her yesterday, she was still wearing a nun hat on her head, so she must have fallen somewhere, right? The magician thought for a moment.

Kamijo was stunned, and his mind flashed through what Intaxis had said.

"Then you want to accompany me to the abyss of hell?"

In an instant, all the fragments were connected together.

The hat that had been left in the upper room had not yet been touched by his right hand.

In other words, the hat is still exuding magic. She must have been worried that the magicians would track the magic to Uejo's room.

That's why she came back here at great risk.

Everything is for a stranger, a stranger who has only known him for thirty minutes and called Shangjo Dangma.

In order to prevent Kamijo Dangma from getting involved in the war between herself and the magician, she gambled with her life.

"You stupid ......" Kamijo Dangma had a tangled expression on his face, both relieved and angry.

He stared back at the magician, trying to see what else he could say.

"Don't stare at me like that." The magician said nonchalantly: "It wasn't me who attacked her, and it shouldn't have been intentional to cut her into such a divine crack." The monastic 'Mobile Church' had absolute defensive capabilities, and that level of attack should have been able to be unscathed...... I wonder how the 'mobile church' could have been destroyed. ”

"Why ......" Kamijo involuntarily asked the 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 mage is...... But...... In your world, there should be good and evil, right? There should be things and guardians that I want to protect......"

Shangjo Danma stood up, clenched his fists, and said coldly: "You are a large group of people, chasing such a lonely little girl, and slashing her to serious injuries...... Why do you still insist on your righteousness when you do such a thing? ”

"If you're done, hopefully you'll get out of the way, we're going to recycle that thing." The magician said nonchalantly.

"Back to ...... Collect ......" said in disbelief.

The magician was about to speak, but saw the door behind him slam open.

"What's the noise, I don't know if anyone is sleeping in it?"

A guy with a scarlet left arm and only a coat on his upper body walked out.

In his right hand, he held a narrow red sword, and he held it on his shoulder, looking at the two of them dissatisfied.