Living your daily life in a shonen anime seems to be wrong.

Rather, it is precisely because they are ordinary people that they can use it, because magic is something prepared for people without "talent".

For example, characters like Tsukuyomi Komoe can use it, but characters like Misaka Mikoto cannot.

That's just how the world works.

What should we do now?

Tsukuyomi Komoe believes that Nanaya won't do anything reckless.

But leaving the nun lying on the ground doing nothing seemed like an option; some first aid measures had to be taken.

However, Shichiya was not in a hurry.

"Don't worry, just wait a moment... Oh, it looks like it's already started."

Qi Ye looked at the nun on the ground.

It was unclear whether it was the body or the clothes, but at that moment it was emitting a strange light.

The nun's eyes became devoid of emotion, like those of a cold, lifeless machine.

The same applies to speaking.

"Warning, Chapter Two, Section Six..."

"..."

……

The moon is very round tonight.

Kamijou Touma left Tsukuyomi Komoe's dormitory and ran into the distance.

He needed to stay away to avoid his right hand affecting the room, though he didn't know what was happening inside, but something unusual was clearly going to happen.

That's alright, as long as the nun can be healed.

Yes, the nun's name is Index.

Of course, another way to put it is "List of Banned Books".

But that doesn't really sound like a person's name, so it's better to just call her "Index".

Those were nuns from the English Puritan Church.

Although he didn't know much about these things, he was certain that magic, which he had always thought didn't exist, actually did.

Besides those with special abilities, there are also magicians in the world.

It does not matter.

In short, try to stay as far away as possible at this time.

And on the rooftop of a building.

Against a backdrop of darkness and the moon, a stylishly dressed girl with long, flowing hair stands on the rooftop, looking down at Touma Kamijou as he leaves.

Of course, that's not the key point.

The key is Index, who was left in that room by the boy; their purpose in coming here is for her.

Perhaps now is the time to snatch Index back.

But she did not act rashly.

Her intuition told her that the room was dangerous and exuded an ominous aura.

I haven't felt this way in a long time.

There was someone even stronger than her in that room.

Only someone stronger than her can make her feel threatened.

"This seems a bit tricky!"

Chapter 195: Not bad!

Magic is for those who have no talent.

In other words, only ordinary people can use it; those with special abilities cannot, not even Level 0.

This is the basic rule of this world.

But Seven Nights is different.

Perhaps because Qiye is a time traveler, he is always excluded from the rules.

Even though he is also an ability user, and a very powerful one at that, he can still use the magic of this world.

I secretly learned a lot of magic back in Europa.

This time, however, it's a legitimate learning session—learning a powerful healing spell.

"I just don't know if the magic I learned in this world will still be usable in other worlds."

Qi Ye muttered to himself.

Every world is different. People in the ninja world can refine chakra, but people in this world probably can't.

Similarly, people in this world can use magic, but people in the ninja world probably can't.

So, it seems that natural energy is indeed more reliable?

After all, neither the ninja world nor this world lacks natural energy, so he has no worries about not being able to use his abilities.

Let's leave that aside for now.

Under the guidance of the young nun Index, they used magic to heal her wounds.

Then the little nun fell into a deep sleep.

Being healed doesn't mean she's fully recovered; with such a severe injury, she must be very weak right now.

So should we take advantage of this opportunity?

Qi Ye bit her nails, pondering the feasibility of this.

Tsukuyomi Komoe is sleeping on the floor over there.

What happened tonight was too bizarre, somewhat overturning her understanding. After all, she had always firmly believed in science, and suddenly magic or something like that appeared...

"Ok?"

Suddenly something came to mind.

He turned his head and looked at Qiye with a face full of doubt.

"Hey, Seven Nights."

"what?"

"You don't seem surprised at all by magic. Did you already know that?"

"Ah."

Qi Ye nodded.

“I’ve traveled around Europe before, and I’ve seen and learned a lot.”

"Stealing knowledge?"

"correct."

Qi Ye nodded.

He didn't think there was anything wrong with it; being able to learn from combat and sparring was a skill in itself.

The person whose skills were stolen will probably be very unhappy.

"But in the end, I'm not like you, who believe in science and deny the existence of theology. Let alone magicians, I wouldn't be surprised if angels and demons appeared one day."

Angels like Gabriel and Raphael? Demons like Vinette and Satania?

In fact, Qi Ye has always felt that this is the correct way to interpret angels and demons.

Okay, that's not important.

Tsukuyomi Komoe didn't say anything about Nanaya's opinion.

It's normal to have different opinions.

Everyone has their own perspective; after all, as the saying goes, a thousand readers will have a thousand different opinions about Qiye.

What? Hamlet?

That doesn't matter.

Tsukuyomi Komoe quickly noticed something else.

"Speaking of which..."

"Ok?"

Why do you always bite your nails when you're thinking about a problem?

"Um……"

Qiye started biting her nails again.

He knew that he would bite his nails when he was thinking about something.

But even though I know it, I still subconsciously do it every time I think about it, and there's no way to change it.

If I had to pinpoint when this habit started...

"It's probably related to my childhood experiences."

My earliest memories are of wandering in the city. I have no memories of anything before that, so I don't know who my parents are, whether I was abandoned or separated from them.

But it's all in the past, so there's no need to dwell on it.

Anyway, I remember that I was all alone back then, still a child. When I was hungry, I had nothing to eat and could only watch other children eat and drink well while I drooled.

That's when I started sucking my fingers.

Then comes reflection—reflecting on why I am alone, and why I have no food.