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Munching on food made Index's speech a bit unclear.

Her unceremonious attitude also ignited Touma Kamijou's anger, and he immediately retorted.

"Oh, really? Then don't eat the food I make anymore."

"I even wanted to bring a portion back for you, and you don't even have a shred of gratitude."

Index was eating, but that didn't mean she wouldn't fight back.

She chewed vigorously a few times, then swallowed the food in her mouth, quickly took a sip of cola, and glared at Touma Kamijou with disdain.

"Touma, a nun, as a believer of God, would never lie."

Checkmate!

Touma Kamijou choked, almost unable to breathe.

If he were Uzi, he would probably be fuming and shooting everywhere by now.

"In that case, bring a few more portions back with you."

Makoto Haramura took out his phone and called a waiter in the restaurant, ordering almost half of the items on the menu.

Index's eyes lit up even more.

It was as if two kilowatt light bulbs had been installed, emitting a dazzling light.

"You're such a good person."

"Although you live in this city without faith, God will still protect kind people like you."

Words of praise poured out of Index's mouth.

It was hard to imagine that this was the same silver-haired nun who had been so harsh to Touma Kamijou just now.

But there was no helping it, who told Index to be a glutton?

Eating was the most important thing in the world.

"No, no, this isn't right."

"You're already treating us to dinner, how can we let you spend so much more?"

Touma Kamijou quickly waved his hands, shaking his head like a rattle drum.

He already felt embarrassed enough to be freeloading dinner, taking so much back with him would make him seem too shameless.

What are the advantages of fast food restaurants like this?

Undoubtedly, it's the speed of serving food. Basically, all the dishes are semi-finished products, things that have already been made, heated in a fryer, or grilled on a griddle before being served.

He took the already packaged hamburgers and other items and placed them on the table.

"It's okay, Kamijou-senpai."

"Consider this a small gift for my first time meeting Index."

While saying this, Makoto Haramura reached out his hand and stroked Index's head.

Index didn't refuse.

Although she was simple-minded, she was quite sensitive in this regard and could more or less sense whether someone had malicious intentions towards her.

And as she said, in her feeling, Makoto Haramura was a good person.

Moreover, Makoto Haramura had treated her to so much good food, what was wrong with letting him touch her head a few times?

"Actually, I have a child at home who is about the same age as Index, it's nothing to treat her to a meal."

Since Makoto Haramura had already said so, Touma Kamijou really couldn't refuse, and could only helplessly lower his hands.

"I'm really too embarrassed."

"Well then, Kamijou-senpai, I still have some things to take care of, so I'll be leaving first."

"Let's keep in touch."

After standing up, Makoto Haramura didn't sit down again. Then, he put his hand into his pants pocket and took out a silver card from it.

"Index, take this complimentary card I just got as a gift."

"There's no need for any gifts."

Touma Kamijou really didn't dare to accept any more and tried to refuse.

But Makoto Haramura disappeared in the blink of an eye, so fast that Touma Kamijou didn't see how Makoto Haramura left.

Helpless, Touma Kamijou could only swallow back his words and look at Index, who was still gobbling down food, and finally sighed helplessly.

"He's a good person, right?"

"Indeed, he's a very good person, much better than Touma."

Index finished off all the remaining fried chicken pieces on the table like a whirlwind, and burped without any nun-like composure.

"But, what is this thing? There's nothing written on it."

Only after she had finished eating everything did Index belatedly pick up the card that Makoto Haramura had just placed on the table.

But there was nothing on this card.

It was just a rectangular card, silver all over, empty and blank.

It felt cool to the touch, a bit like a piece of iron.

"Who knows, maybe it's a bottle opener?"

Touma Kamijou also curiously leaned his head over, looking at it with curiosity.

"Forget it, in any case, it's a gift from someone, so you should put it away properly."

"Bang—"

Just as Touma Kamijou was saying this, a loud bang suddenly came from beside him.

Looking closely, it was Index who had fallen headfirst onto the table.

"Index, Index, what's wrong?"

Touma Kamijou immediately anxiously pushed Index's shoulder, but what he didn't notice was the silver card that Index was pressing under her body, which had disappeared.

At the same time, the violent shaking also caused Index, who had just fallen into a state of unconsciousness, to slowly wake up.

"Touma?"

...

The distance from left to right was about one meter, just enough to accommodate one person passing through the passage.

The road was piled with all kinds of debris, and in some places it was difficult to even find a foothold. On both sides were walls.

That's right, this was the place in Academy City where accidents were most likely to occur.

The so-called gap between walls, the favorite place for delinquent teenagers.

Many violent incidents occurred here. Delinquent teenagers threatened people on the main road and then brought them here to commit violence.

So, this kind of place was basically very quiet, and no one would choose to set foot here.

And now, this perfectly met Makoto Haramura's needs.

What he needed was this kind of quiet, undisturbed place.

As for whether there would be ignorant people coming to disturb him?

Heh—!

And now he was leaning against the wall, leaning all the strength of his body on it, holding up his right hand, with a silver card emitting a bright luster clipped between his index and middle fingers.

"It didn't have any impact on Index, did it? Shiro Yasha?"

(Are you underestimating me? Makoto? It's just copying her memories, do you think anything could happen?)

Shiro Yasha's dissatisfied voice sounded in Makoto Haramura's mind.

"I'm really sorry about that."

"Of course I'm not doubting you, I was just asking."

The card flew between his fingers like a butterfly, and a lazy smile appeared on Makoto Haramura's lips.

"So, by absorbing this card, I can learn about the history of the magic side?"

Why did Makoto Haramura shift his attention from Touma Kamijou to Index?

This was of course thanks to Index.

This world was a bit different from the world where he landed. The basic division of forces and information in the world could be learned from the internet and books.

But in this world, only espers were considered something that was public.

The existence of magicians had no information exposed to the outside world.

What Shiro Yasha knew was basically about the level of magic gods.

So he knew almost nothing about magicians.

Even until now, the only magician he had seen with his own eyes was Aleister.

But just now, another magician had come to his door.

And according to Shiro Yasha, this was a good opportunity for him to learn about the magic side.

(Of course.)

(It's just that when I copied it just now, I seemed to have copied a lot of junk information.)

(If you absorb it like this, you might have a headache for a little while.)

"Just a mere headache, of course there's no problem."

He raised the card in his right hand and put it on his forehead. Makoto Haramura also closed his eyes at the same time.

In an instant, a slight stinging sensation shot into his brain like an electric current.

Countless images and words surged directly into his mind.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Makoto Haramura only felt that he had spent a very, very long time, so long that it seemed longer than his age.

After a while, he slowly opened his eyes.

The stinging sensation was still constantly throbbing in the cortex of his brain, but if it was just this, he could endure it.

"Shiro Yasha, how long has it been?"

(Who knows, about five minutes.)

(I thought it would take about a minute. I didn't expect you to take so long. Does a teenage girl have so much valid memory?)

Shiro Yasha asked Makoto Haramura strangely.

If this were a six-year-old child of the strongest species in the box garden, it would be normal to have so much memory storage in their minds.

But the problem is, a lot of that is ancient bloodline inheritance.

What could that have to do with a little nun?

"No, Index's memory is full of useful information."

"Because it's all valid information, I even feel like my brain is about to explode."

"Shiro Yasha, I'll share this part of the memory with you."

Shiro Yasha was connected to Makoto Haramura's spiritual sea in a sense, so Makoto Haramura could share his memories with Shiro Yasha, and Shiro Yasha could also share his memories with Makoto Haramura.

But Shiro Yasha's aptitude was obviously much better than Makoto Haramura's.

As expected of the Star Spirit of the Sun, the moment Makoto Haramura's memory was being transmitted, Shiro Yasha had already finished receiving it.

(I see, this is a gain for you.)

"It's okay, I won't use it anyway."

Makoto Haramura didn't care about Shiro Yasha's words.

His own power system was already strong enough. Although his magic power could be adapted to the magic in this world, he didn't need to learn it.