"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......"

Kamijo knew very well that as a hypocrite, he was not qualified to ask these questions, and that he would rather let his best friend solve the problem if he could.

But after all, Kamijo Dangma once abandoned Intix and returned to his daily life.

Even so, the article still has to ask.

"You are a large group of people, chasing such a lonely little girl, and slashing her to the point of serious injury...... Why do you still insist on your righteousness when you do such a thing? ”

"As I said, it's not me who slashed 'that thing', it's a god crack."

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

"However, whether there are serious injuries or not, what should be recovered anyway is still to be recovered."

"Back to ...... Harvest......? Kamijo didn't understand that.

"Huh? Yes...... I see. I just heard the word 'magician' from you, and I thought you knew everything! Looks like 'that thing' is scared to get you involved in this, right? The magician took a puff of smoke and continued, "That's right, recycling. But to be precise, it's not about recycling 'that thing', it's about recycling the 103,000 magic books that 'that thing' carried. ”

…… It's "103,000 Demon Dao Books" again.

"By the way, the religious outlook in this country is very weak, so you may still not understand it." The magician laughed. He explained in a bored voice: "Index-Librorum-Prohibitorum—in your country's parlance, it can be translated as 'Catalogue of Banned Books.'" The catalogue is full of wicked books that the church has decided that "the mere glance at it will pollute the soul." Think about it. Even if the church issues a notice saying that there are many dangerous books in the world, but people don't know the title of the book. It's possible to take it without knowing it, isn't it? That's why the church deliberately let 'that thing' carry 103,000 'evil book templates', which is equivalent to a centralized management office for evil books. By the way, I advise you to be careful, because the book that 'that thing' carries on it, for people in this country with a weak religious outlook, just read one and become a waste. ”

But Intix didn't have a single book on her. She was wearing a monastic robe with such obvious lines that she should have seen it even if she hid her books under her monastic robes. Not to mention how can a person walk with a hundred thousand books? 100,000 books...... You can build a library.

"What a joke! What kind of books are there!? ”

"Yes. It's in her head. ”

The magician said casually:

"Have you ever heard of such a thing as 'full memory'? It is said that if you look at something, you can remember it in an instant. And the ability to remember for a lifetime, not a word will be forgotten'. To put it simply, it's like a humanoid scanner. ”

The magician smiled in a tone that didn't arouse the slightest interest, "It's not our magic, it's not your superpowers, it's just a physique. In her head, she has collected the British Museum, the Louvre Art Gallery, the Vatican Art Gallery, the ruins of Huazi City, the ancient city of Compiègne, and the Abbey of Saint-Michel...... These 'Demon Dao Books' from all over the world were originally sealed and could not be stolen at all, but she could use her eyes to 'steal' these books. Keep it in your head, like a 'magic book library'. ”

How could such a thing be in the world?

What a magic book, what a complete memory ability, all are ridiculous.

But. What matters is not whether these things are "real" or not. The important thing is that there is a young girl in front of me who has been slashed by a group of people who "believe that these things are true".

"But she can't produce magic on her own, so it's harmless." The magician happily shook the cigarette from his lips and said, "It seems that those people in the 'church' are not stupid either. Deliberately made it impossible for her to use her magic. However, none of these things have anything to do with me as a mage anyway. All in all, I want to emphasize that: These 103,000 books are dangerous, and it would be troublesome if they were taken away by someone who could use magic. So we're here to protect her. ”

"Guaranteed...... Protect......? ”

Kamijo was stunned for a moment. Now Intex was lying in a pool of blood, and the man in front of her could still say such words.

"yes, protection. Even if 'that thing' still has some morality and conscience, it shouldn't be able to withstand torture and drug torture, right? Don't you feel heartache at the thought of such a girl falling into the hands of those bad guys? ”

“……”

Somewhere in Kamijo's body, he began to tremble violently.

It's not just anger. On the arm, there were even goosebumps. The man in front of him completely believes that only he is right, and he lives a life where he can't see his mistakes at all. Looking at such a man, Kamijo felt like he had jumped into a bathtub filled with tens of thousands of slugs, and a feeling of nausea swept through his body.

A term pops into his mind: religious fanaticism.

These people actually hurt others for some baseless "delusions", so that his anger reaches its peak.

"You bastard!"

As if to echo his anger, Kamijo felt his right hand start to heat up.

My feet, which I couldn't move even half a step, are now moving faster than my head thinks. His cumbersome body of flesh and blood flew towards the mage like a cannonball, his right hand clenched so tightly that it almost crushed five fingers.

Kamijo's right hand is of no use at all. There's no way to knock down bad teenagers or increase test scores, and there's no way to use them to get a sister.

But Umijo's right hand is very useful. At least you can use it to flatten the bastard in front of you.

"My name is Steele. Magnus. But at this point, maybe I should call myself FortiS93l......"

The magician was unmoved, just smiled slightly at the corners of his mouth and shook his cigarette.

Then the magician seemed to whisper something out of his mouth, and then, with an expression as if he was about to introduce his beloved black cat, he began to explain to Kamijo, "This is my magical name. I guess you haven't heard of the name magic, right? I don't know why, but we magicians are forbidden to use our real names when using magic. It's just a tradition that has been passed down from the past, so I don't know why......"

The distance between the two sides is about fifteen meters.

It only took three steps to shorten the distance between the two sides by half.

"The word 'Fonirs' translates to Japanese as 'strong'. However, the etymology is not important, the important thing is that among us magicians, shouting the name of the magic does not only mean that the magic will be used, but also the ......"

At a very fast speed, he took two more steps down the hallway.

But the magician's smile didn't fade. Maybe for him, Kamijo wasn't enough to make him smile.

“…… In the name of killing. (To be continued......)