Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

With something chewing in her mouth, Index's speech was a little slurred.

Her impolite attitude ignited Touma Kamijou's anger, and he couldn't help but retort.

"Really? Then you shouldn't eat my cooking anymore."

"I even went out of my way to bring you a copy back, and you really don't know how to be grateful at all."

Although Index was eating, that didn't mean she wouldn't retaliate.

He chewed vigorously a few times, then swallowed what was in his mouth, quickly took a sip of cola, and gave Touma Kamijou a disdainful look.

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

Lore!

Touma Kamijou choked on his breath, almost unable to choke.

If he were Uzi, he'd probably be red-hot by now, shooting everywhere.

"In that case, take a few more with you."

Makoto Haramura took out his phone, called out to the waiter in the restaurant, and ordered about half of the videos on the menu.

Index's eyes lit up even more.

It was like having two kilowatt light bulbs installed, emitting a bright, flickering light.

"You are a good person."

"Even though you live in a city without faith, God will still protect kind people like you."

Praise kept pouring out of Index's mouth.

It's hard to believe that this is the same silver-haired nun who was just being mean to Touma Kamijou.

But there's nothing we can do about it; Index is a glutton.

Of all things under the heavens, eating is the most important.

"No, no, no, this is really not a good idea."

"You've already treated us to dinner, how could we let you spend so much money?"

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

He already felt bad for coming over for dinner today, but to eat and take so much back makes him seem shameless.

What are the advantages of fast food restaurants like this?

Undoubtedly, the food is served quickly. Basically, all the dishes are semi-finished products; they are already prepared. You just heat them in oil, fry them on a griddle, and then they are ready to serve.

They took the pre-packaged hamburgers and other items and placed them on the table.

"It's okay, Kamijou-senpai."

"Consider this a small gift from me when I first met Index."

As he spoke, Makoto Haramura reached out and stroked Index's head.

Index did not refuse.

Although she is simple-minded, she is quite sensitive in this regard and can more or less sense whether the other party has any ill intentions towards her.

And just as she said, she felt that Makoto Haramura was a good person.

Besides, Haramura Makoto treated her to so many good things, what's wrong with patting her head a couple of times?

"Actually, I also have a child who is similar to Index. It's no big deal to invite her to a meal."

Since Makoto Haramura had already said so, Touma Kamijou really had no way to refuse and could only helplessly lower his hand.

"I'm so sorry."

"Well then, Kamijou-senpai, I have something to take care of, so I'll be going now."

"Let's keep in touch when we have time."

After standing up, Makoto Haramura did not sit down again. He then reached into his pocket and took out a silver card.

"Index, consider this gift card you just received a present."

No need for any gifts.

Touma Kamijou really didn't dare to accept it anymore and tried to refuse by pushing it back.

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

Helpless, Touma Kamijou could only swallow his words, watching Index still wolfing down her food, and finally sighed in resignation.

"He's a good person, right?"

"He is indeed a very good person, much better than Touma."

Indick devoured the remaining fried chicken pieces on the table in a whirlwind, then let out a satisfied burp, completely devoid of any nun-like demeanor.

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

After finishing everything, Index belatedly picked up the card that Haramura Makoto had just placed on the table.

But this card contained nothing.

It was just a rectangular, silver card, completely blank.

It feels cool to the touch, somewhat like a piece of metal.

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

Kamijou Touma also curiously leaned closer, looking on with a curious expression.

"Never mind, it's a gift from someone, so just keep it safe."

"boom--"

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

Upon closer inspection, it was Index who had landed headfirst on the table.

"Index, Index, what's wrong?"

Kamijou Touma immediately nudged Index's shoulder in a hurry, but what she didn't notice was the silver card that Index had pressed down on her and disappeared.

At the same time, the violent shaking slowly woke Index, who had just fallen into a state of unconsciousness.

"Touma?"

……

The distance between the left and right sides is about one meter, just enough for one person to pass through.

The road was piled with all sorts of debris, and in some places it was even difficult to put your foot down, with walls on both sides.

That's right, this is the place in Academy City where accidents are most likely to happen.

The gaps between the walls are the favorite spots for delinquent teenagers.

Many violent incidents occur here, with delinquent youths threatening people on the main road and then bringing them here to commit violence.

Therefore, this kind of place is generally very quiet, and few people would choose to set foot here.

And now, this place perfectly meets Makoto Haramura's needs.

What he needed was this quiet place, a place where no one would bother him.

As for whether some clueless person will come and bother us?

Oh--!

Now he was leaning against the wall, putting all his strength into it, raising his right hand with a silver card that shone brightly between his index and middle fingers.

"It didn't have any effect on Index, did it, White Demon?"

(Are you underestimating me, Makoto? It's just copying her memories, what kind of trouble do you think could possibly happen?)

The disgruntled voice of the White Demon echoed in Makoto Haramura's mind.

"I'm really sorry about that."

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

The cards fluttered between his fingers like butterflies, 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 is, of course, thanks to Index.

This world is quite different from the world on Earth. The basic divisions and information about the world's powers can be learned from the internet and books.

But in this world, only superpowered individuals are something that has been made public.

No information about magicians is ever revealed to the public.

The things that White Yaksha knows are basically on par with those of demons.

Therefore, he knew almost nothing about magicians.

Even now, the only magician he has ever seen in person is Aleister.

But just now, another magician came knocking on our door.

Moreover, according to White Yaksha, this is a good opportunity for him to learn about the magic side.

(certainly.)

(It seems that a lot of junk information was also copied when I copied it just now.)

(If you absorb it this way, you might get a headache for a short while.)

"It's just a minor headache, of course there's no problem."

As he raised the card with his right hand and pressed it to his forehead, Makoto Haramura simultaneously closed his eyes.

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

Countless images and words flooded his mind.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Makoto Haramura felt as if an incredibly long time had passed, a time that seemed longer than his actual age.

After a moment, he slowly opened his eyes.

The stinging sensation continued to throb in his cerebral cortex, but he could tolerate it.

"White Demon, how much time has passed?"

(Who knows, maybe five minutes.)

(I thought it would only take a minute, I didn't expect you to take so long. Can a teenage girl really remember that much?)

White Demon asked Haramura Makoto strangely.

If these are the strongest six-year-old children from the Little Garden, it's normal for them to have so many memories stored in their minds.

The problem is, many of those are ancient bloodlines.

What could this thing possibly have to do with a little nun?

"No, Index's memories are full of substantial information."

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

"White Demon, I will share this part of my memories with you."

In a sense, the White Demon is connected to the spiritual sea of ​​Haramura Makoto. Therefore, Haramura Makoto can share his memories with the White Demon, and the White Demon can also share his memories with Haramura Makoto.

However, Shiroyasha's suitability is clearly much better than Haramura Makoto's.

As expected of a celestial spirit of the sun, the moment Makoto Haramura's memories were still being transmitted, the next second White Demon had already received them.

(I see, so you actually benefited from this.)

"It's alright, I don't know how to use it anyway."

Makoto Haramura didn't take White Demon's words seriously.

His own power system was already powerful enough. Although his magic was compatible with the magic in this world, he didn't need to learn it.