Even if I transform, I will never be captured.

“No, I still want to be a good girl, so I don’t smoke,” Satella refused.

"Really? That's such a pity. Life is as bitter as tobacco, but it's that bitterness that's addictive."

After spouting nonsensical words, the dog and Satella stared at each other for a while, seemingly wanting to say something more. However, after glancing at Touma and the others running over from a distance, the dog nodded and said, "Alright, I won't bother you anymore," before turning and leaving.

Satella: "???"

So what brings you here all of a sudden?

On the other side, the dog and the girl were also having a conversation.

"Why would someone as great as you, teacher, do such menial tasks?" The girl pouted like a child, expressing her dissatisfaction.

"Ah, from a duty perspective, that's correct."

For Academy City, the Golden Retriever is a safety valve, used to deal with immortal girls, immortal women imprisoned in windowless buildings, and realms like Dragon (Aiwass) that are incomprehensible to ordinary people.

but……

"The fact that someone can say something like that proves that young people these days are still too impetuous, Wei Yi."

The golden retriever shook its head, exhaling smoke from its mouth. In an instant, it had summarized and compiled the intelligence it had just gathered, and transmitted it to someone through the communication circuit in its brain.

“If others do anything unnecessary to curry favor with the higher-ups, it will be difficult for us to handle. After all, that girl was described as ‘interesting’ by the king of this city.”

"Hey!"

A voice suddenly came from behind. The silver-haired girl called out in a clear voice, "Although I don't know who you are, if you were sent by Aleister, could you please pass on a message for me? I want to see him."

The golden retriever, having heard every word and relayed it to another person, smiled.

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"Look, he really is a very interesting person, isn't he?"

The golden retriever, or rather Kihara's brainstem, grinned as if addressing Kihara Yuichi, or perhaps someone who didn't exist there, and said this with a smile.

……

……

"Today it's my treat, everyone eat and drink to your heart's content! Anyone who's polite to me doesn't consider me a friend!"

Having retrieved her bank card from Misaki Shokuhou, Satella, now a wealthy young woman, lavishly booked an entire family-run restaurant and addressed her friends present.

Touma Kamijou, Index, the future version of Accelerator, Last Order, Misaki Shokuhou, Motoharu Tsuchimikado, plus the newly emerging Satella.

Although there were only seven people, there was no doubt that if these seven people attacked together, even Academy City would be shaken. Therefore, even someone like Kihara Naoji had to avoid a direct confrontation just now.

The angel fall incident was over. About ten minutes after Satella borrowed the archangel's power, Misaki Shokuhou disrupted the ritual.

No one was harmed, and the archangel's wish was fulfilled because he returned to heaven—everything was perfect.

However, this operation only works under these specific circumstances.

For example, even if Satella borrowed Roswaal's power and killed him, she would probably still be eliminated because she couldn't complete the mission.

"Can we really eat as much as we want?"

What interrupted Satella's thoughts was the silver-haired nun's excited voice; Index's eyes practically sparkled: "You're not just being polite, are you? I'll take it seriously, I'll really take it seriously~~"

"Of course!"

Satella treated everyone to this meal to fulfill Index's wish, so of course she wouldn't be stingy at this moment.

Say.

Index's voracious appetite is due to the fact that her brain requires a lot of energy because she has perfect memory. This can be explained scientifically, and it is not, as some people speculate, because she has an extradimensional stomach.

So no matter how much she can eat, there is a limit!

Satella then waved her hand magnanimously: "Order whatever you like! Eat as much as you want! I'll only be happy if everyone is satisfied!"

"'Eat until you're satisfied'...Is there such a beautiful phrase in Japanese? Are you an angel sent down by God? May God bless you, Amen."

The girl, with her hands clasped together in front of her chest, seemed to radiate golden light. Her eyes were slightly closed as she prayed. Her devout appearance made her a perfect nun, without a single flaw.

...But the next moment, the nun's piety was defeated by her appetite. With a fork in one hand and a spoon in the other, Index, like a warrior about to go to battle, roared "It's all mine" and threw herself into her battlefield.

Touma Kamijou tugged at Satella's sleeve, pulled her aside, and whispered, "Hey, is this really okay? Let me tell you from my own painful experience, Index has a huge appetite."

Satella's eyes widened: "I have 500 million yen in my bank account, how could I not be able to satisfy her?"

Five hundred million...

Kamijou Touma was completely blown away; this amount of money was more than enough to fulfill one's dream!

Despite the astonishing wealth disparity between the two, the boy named Kamijou Touma didn't feel inferior. He scratched his head and said somewhat embarrassedly, "I'm sorry, I don't have the money to pay you back the 20,000 yen you borrowed from me before."

"Hey, do you remember this?"

Satella blinked in surprise. According to the original story, shouldn't Touma Kamijou have already lost his memory?

"Although it's been a whole year and it's still my fault, I've written this down in my diary, so I definitely won't forget it."

Seeing that Touma Kamijou seemed to be trying to hide something, Satella suddenly had a mischievous idea. She nodded her little head seriously and said:

"Well, it's good that you remember. But we made a deal back then: if you didn't pay back within a month, interest would be added. Now a year has passed, and with the interest compounding, you already owe me ten million yen!"

"No way?!?"

Touma Kamijou screamed in panic. Ever since he adopted Index, his savings had never exceeded five thousand yen.

"Wow! You're not trying to renege on your debt, are you?!"

Satella opened her eyes wide, her reddish-purple pupils glaring defiantly at Touma Kamijou: "You promised this yourself, are you going to go back on your word?"

"No...no, of course I wouldn't, but..." Wanting to defend himself but unable to produce any evidence, Touma Kamijou could only hang his head in frustration: "Okay, I understand."

"Pfft—"

Seeing Touma like this, even though Satella tried her best to hold it in, her shoulders twitched and she covered her mouth, revealing a sly and playful smile, as if she had successfully pulled off a prank.

Her beautiful, flowing silver hair was as ethereal as the moon's jewels, her skin was as clear and translucent as fresh snow, and the light emanating from her red-purple eyes was clear yet eerie, enough to make any member of the opposite sex blush and their heart race.

That dazzling smile left Touma Kamijou speechless, but as a poor man, he instinctively blurted out, "You were lying to me, weren't you?!"

"That's right, I'm lying to you!"

The silver-haired girl, readily admitting it, waved her hand with a radiant air and looked towards the dining table. Index was rapidly devouring the food, plate by plate, while Accelerator was impatiently (and tsundere) dealing with the disruptive Last Order. Misaki Shokuhou was eavesdropping on their conversation...

For some reason, Satella just felt really happy, so she suggested, "Let's have a drink!"

At first, everyone disagreed, since they were all minors. However, they were quickly persuaded and goaded by Satella with phrases like "Aren't you curious about the adult world?" and "Are you all little kids?" and decided to drink.

"Come on, Misaki, let me toast you!" Satella poured herself and Misaki a beer—she was going to get Misaki drunk!

Don't let Satella's appearance fool you; in her past life, she was a heavy drinker! Back in the day, she was a true champion at the drinking table!

Drinking out a brat like Misaki Shokuhou is a piece of cake, isn't it?

If Misaki Shokuhou gets drunk, she won't be able to investigate what happened before.

Satella thought she was a master planner, but she forgot that alcohol tolerance has nothing to do with the soul, but depends on the activity of alcohol dehydrogenase and aldehyde dehydrogenase in the body—that is to say, alcohol tolerance is only related to a person's physical condition.

So after three cups of wine, before Misaki Shokuhou had even blushed, Satella suddenly scurried under the table.

"Satella—!!!"

Watching a group of people shouting and helping Satella up, Tsuchimikado Motoharu, the only one standing aside, took a big gulp of beer.

"What incredible popularity, meow..."

Clicking his tongue, the double agent who traveled between the British Puritan Church and Academy City murmured, "Imagine Breaker, Index, the command tower of ten thousand sisters, vector manipulation, mind control, plus the Railgun that owes her a favor... Such a force can already be called a faction—the Satella faction, let's use that term to report to the higher-ups."

Author's Note:

PS1. Thanks to Yukishiro Rinka for the lovey-dovey moments, and to everyone for the daggers and monthly tickets. This chapter is over 3,000 words long, and there will be many more chapters to come.

PS2. I actually made it onto the new book chart! I thought I had no hope and was planning to just sit idly by, but since that's the case, I can't just sit and wait to die. So I'm putting up a bounty: for every 150 monthly votes, I'll add an extra chapter, with no upper limit. I'll also try my best to add extra chapters on the day the conditions are met, so please support me. However, as you all know, I'm terrible at writing, and I can't even write a thousand words in an hour, so every two thousand words counts as one chapter. For example, the current three thousand words count as 1.5 chapters. I hope you understand.

Just making a note of it, my current monthly pass count is 278.

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Chapter 84 Satella's Way of Existence

The car was driving on a smooth road. In the driver's seat was Keibyo Danshi, and Satella was sitting in the passenger seat, with the window open, gazing at the night view.

The cool night breeze blowing in from outside completely sobered her up.

Dinner had ended half an hour ago, and Index's wish had been fulfilled.

In fact, when she finally couldn't walk anymore, she was carried out by Touma Kamijou. Even so, before leaving, Index didn't forget to ask Satella's address and claimed that Satella was her best friend.

—Friendship is really easy to come by.

Satella smoothed her wind-blown silver hair as she headed towards the building without doors or windows.

"To be honest, you're the first person I've seen who actively wants to see that guy," Kihara Aki said calmly, skillfully maneuvering the steering wheel.

"Oh? Is that person scary?"

"horrible?"

Kihara Tsuki chuckled.

It should be described as oppression; whenever I see that person, I feel like my own understanding is being challenged.

However, she wasn't familiar with Satella, so she had no obligation to explain these things to her.

She didn't speak, and Satella naturally had no intention of speaking either, instead focusing on her own thoughts.

I'm about to meet Aleister, which can be considered an achievement in A Certain Magical Index, right?

However, Satella was already aware of this.

In Academy City, unless Satella is willing to live as humbly as a reptile, it's only a matter of time before Aleister discovers her.

Not to mention that she had an intimate relationship with Misaki Shokuhou, who was ranked fifth, a year ago, then disappeared for a year, and now she has suddenly reappeared. Who would believe that Aleister didn't notice her?

Since it has already been noticed, there is no need to hide it anymore.

After transmigrating, Satella sabotaged the Absolute Ability User Plan and actively participated in the Angel Fall incident. On one hand, she wanted to do these things willingly, and on the other hand, she wanted to obtain enough trump cards.