Clip exposure, the savior Kamijou Touma

On the other side of the crossroads.

Kamijou Touma would definitely be involved with him.

By then, if it is really as he expects now.

Maybe, it's just as he thought..

Unfortunately.

He didn't know that Riddlers tended to die quickly.

If you happen to follow the trajectory to touch the future.

He is so handsome, he looks like an officially certified riddle man...

And at this moment he doesn't know it yet.

Continue looking into the video.

Likewise, in Academy City.

Kihara Suta was leaning against a black limousine, stroking a backlit photo.

It can't be helped.

I heard that Touma lost his memory.

He shrugged with a hint of regret, but with an air of extraordinary pleasure.

“It’s pretty good.”

Having said this, he continued to look at the screen.

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It also allows everyone to continue watching the story progress.

Kamijou Touma's misfortune.

Let's start!

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After briefly explaining the boy's campus life,

The story comes to the sunset.

Sunset street.

The electric girl next to me was shouting for a duel.

The ridiculous argument between two children.

Touma returned to the apartment exhausted.

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As the sun sets, the apartment is bathed in blood-red.

The boy paced along the corridor.

The road was very quiet.

But...it's very noisy in front of my house.

What's the matter?

"A robot vacuum cleaner?"

Touma was puzzled, raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help complaining: "Really, what are you doing in front of my house?"

Watching in confusion.

Eliminate the noisy mechanical sounds.

Watch the clues from afar.

After a while, he smiled helplessly: "I am really unfortunate."

Lying in the room of the sweeping robot,

It was Index whom I met in the early morning.

[I guess you have nowhere to go, so you came back to me? ]

Thinking of this, Touma walked closer and gently pushed the girl.

While trying to wake her up, he also quietly questioned why she was sleeping on the ground.

The scarlet morning glow filled the streets.

Like dark and gloomy stars.

At the same time, Asuma got closer to observe the time.

The cold and eerie melody is graceful.

The reason why Index was lying on the ground was also revealed.

Blood...blood that keeps flowing!

Index was severely injured.

I still vaguely remember her active and vigorous desire in the early morning.

Touma shouted worriedly.

Want to wake up Index.

Something is wrong.. This situation is very wrong!!

As the phone was broken, the boy had no choice but to keep urging the girl to wake her up.

Anxiety grows over time.

But when he heard footsteps behind him, he suddenly calmed down.

Looking back.

A red-haired man in a black robe and holding a cigarette stood upright.

There is a clear stripe code on his face, and his name is Stiyl.

He is the companion of the person who injured Index.

Specific reasons and sources.

I don't want to listen anymore.

At this moment, all that came to Touma's mind was the conversation he had with Index today.

He woke up with a start.

Then, grit your teeth.

Index secretly went back to his house to get the hat.

I just hope I won't disturb his life anymore.

The girl lying on the ground in a pool of blood at this moment made Touma angry.

Wait until you wake up.

But then I heard Stiyl's leisurely explanation.

The reason why Index was seriously injured was very straightforward.

It was caused by the destruction of the mobile church.

In other words...

From the Stiyl tone.

I didn't detect a single trace of guilt at all.

No regrets.

Even a fool can see it.

He even shirked the idea of ​​responsibility.

The Red-haired Barcode was merely stating the reality that he saw.

Angry, angry.

Relieved——

Emotions are mixed and confusing.

Look at this enemy who doesn't seem to show any apology at all.

Touma blocked its progress.

This kind of evil behavior, the act of hunting down ordinary girls.

There is not an ounce of justice in this!

The words are revealed.

But it didn't cause any waves.

"If you have finished speaking, can you please give way?"

Stiyl changed his cigarette-holding posture in a cool way, waved his hand and said, "I should take her back."

【Recycle】!?

Such characters.

Surprised and stunned.

However, Stiyl turned a deaf ear and continued to explain what the [A Certain Magical Index] was.

And it is beautifully named.

There was nothing wrong with hurting Index.

“Because we want to protect.”

The editing was thoughtful enough to place this frame on Steele’s face.

"Because no matter how much conscience she has, she can't resist torture and drug-induced confession, right?"

With his cold and carefree tone, his gaze that looked down upon Touma with disdain did not take the boy into account at all.

The words were icy cold.

With a frivolous smile, he continued, "It must be heartbreaking for you to think that a girl like this would fall into the hands of a guy like that."

This scene.

Touma's face was reflected in Stiyl's sight.

Stunned and calm.

Immediately, anger surged through my heart.

Tell the truth.

The first moment.

Kamijou had never thought that the blood on the ground was from Index.

I even imagined that maybe it was ketchup? The ketchup that the starving Index squeezed out with all her strength?

The picture is so beautiful that it makes me laugh when I think about it.

however.

brutal reality.

Kamijou couldn't laugh.

How can I laugh? !

The red-haired man in front of me who was indifferent to life.

The look of arrogantly proclaiming the meaning of life.