The petite figure on the sofa frowned and subconsciously raised his hand to block the sunlight shining on his forehead.
After two squeaks, his consciousness was still a little dazed after he had just woken up from his sleep, and his shoulders were quite stiff.
In short, let’s put these minor physical discomforts aside for now.
The silver-haired nun rubbed her eyes and sat up unsteadily.
Someone noticed this.
"Good morning...that's what I wanted to say, but judging from the time, it should be almost noon."
"!"
The unfamiliar voice suddenly made the silver-haired nun wake up a little bit.
She tilted her head and carefully observed the safety situation of her position.
(Not the church...)
It looks like just an ordinary house.
The silver-haired nun looked around with a trace of regret on her expression.
It can also be said that the owner here may not be his 'companion'.
After all, her identity is too 'special', and she has been living on the run for nearly a year, so it is inevitable that she would think so.
And if she was facing ordinary people, she wouldn't be so vigilant, but...
The silver-haired nun recalled the scene she had glimpsed last night.
No matter how you look at it, it doesn't look like an appearance that ordinary people can have...
The silver-haired nun thought more worriedly than curiously, and turned her judgmental gaze behind her.
She has already discovered it.
The strange girl who was about the same age as her was standing there.
The silver-haired nun opened her mouth.
"...Thank you for saving me."
In any case, she was indeed saved.
So thanking you is a must.
Then.
'Please tell me why you are here.'
The silver-haired nun originally wanted to continue like this.
It's a pity that her stomach has endured until now and finally issued a reminder of 'overwhelmed'.
Biological instinct betrayed her modesty.
——Guluuluulu.
In a small space with only two people, her ventriloquism was as clear and loud as ever.
The silver-haired nun controlled her increasingly rosy face, sat up straight, and coughed lightly.
Thinking about complicated things is not her thing.
The primary question now is.
"As you can see, I am a nun."
"If you can give me a good meal, the Lord will guide me to listen to your troubles."
…
…
The Puritan Church of England belongs to the Far East Branch.
Kanzaki Kaori, who was sitting on the steps, bent his knees and hugged his legs, looking into the unknown distance.
Beside her, Stiyl Magnus had just finished reading a report on someone.
He stomped out the half-remaining cigarette butt without interest. He resisted the urge to curse the intelligence department for its incompetence and handed the paper to his companion.
"Take a look, Kanzaki."
Steele blew out the last puff of smoke and sighed sadly.
"'A magician who recently entered the Far East for training.' Apart from this, there is no other useful information in this investigation."
He concluded this.
Kanzaki also gradually frowned while reading.
Since her trip to Northern Europe, she feels that she has been doing this action more and more recently.
The purpose is unknown, the association he belongs to is unknown, and the use of magic is unknown. Even the official resume on the surface is very formulaic. No wonder Steele is so angry.
Maybe the people here don't know the mysterious magician as well as I, who had a brief encounter with her.
Thinking of last night, Kanzaki couldn't help but shook his right hand.
The touch and pressure of the collision of weapons.
There is no doubt that the other party is also a master who knows this well.
Although Kanzaki realized that the man was trying to save others, he did not use all his strength, but someone who could fight against the 'top ten magicians in London' and still retreat calmly was unlikely to be an unknown person.
Combined with the previous information, it is most likely because——
The other party concealed his identity.
……What is the purpose?
An uneasy worry appeared in Kanzaki's eyes.
Maybe, she already knows the answer.
"Let's go, Steele."
The female pope stood up solemnly and placed her hand on the long knife at her waist.
No matter what that person's identity is.
When 'she' was taken away, all positions were determined.
…
…
Fast food and bread bought from convenience stores are declining rapidly.
Using the word "gorgeous" to describe the situation at the dinner table is probably a bit euphemistic.
Fortunately, after the silver-haired nun finished eating the last piece of cake, she finally showed... well, a smile that was full of meaning.
"Thank you for your hospitality, unknown Miss Swordsman."
"My name is 'Index', and I belong to the 'Church of Necessary Evil', the 0th Parish of the Puritan Church of England."
The nun who was sitting upright introduced herself politely, as if her previous actions were all an illusion.
"Thank you very much for your previous rescue. I will keep your kindness in my heart, but if possible, I still hope to leave here as soon as possible."
The girl who called herself "Catalogue" changed her expression and seriously explained the seriousness of her problem.
"There are terrible people who are chasing me. If you are also a magician, you must have heard of the names of magic associations such as "Rosicrucian" or "Scarlet Sunshine"? They are probably members of those organizations.
oh!"
In order to emphasize the authenticity of the words, Index specifically cited two famous examples.
The relationship between these associations and the English Puritan Church was very poor. From her perspective, this was indeed the most likely possibility.
In the understanding of ordinary magicians, being involved in these forces does mean big trouble.
But the 'person' sitting across from Index didn't think so.
Because she knows the 'truth'.
"Huh? Although you said that, if I remember correctly, weren't those two people from last night also members of the "Church of Necessary Evils"?"
The girl with long purple-black hair held her head up and told the truth without concealing it.
The results are obvious.
Index showed a "Don't be kidding me" expression.
"Okay, let's leave the internal problems of your church for later. I'm looking for you to come here because I really need your help with something."
“Miss ‘A Directory of Forbidden Books’.”
Here comes the topic.
Index secretly thought that her guess was indeed correct.
In other words, this ‘person’ has never been hidden from the beginning.
That pair of unusual ‘characteristics’.
"Is it...about your ears, um, identity issue?"
Index, who was no longer suppressing her curiosity, opened her eyes wide and focused on the place she had always wanted to ask.
How could she not care.
So is it a disguise?
"Ah? Are you talking about this?"
The girl was stunned for a moment after hearing the answer, and shook her head with a smile.
Then, she lifted her hair up generously.
"It's not because of this... It's a bit difficult to explain, so please think of it as a symbol of the 'Dark Fairy'."
she said with a smile.
He made up for his incredible identity to the nun.
"By the way, before we discuss it in detail, please let me state your name first."