Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki.

Many buffet restaurants have refused them entry, so Mr. Kamijou had no choice but to come to a family restaurant to eat today.

Upon entering the restaurant, Index enthusiastically beckoned to the waiter, picked up the menu, and prepared to order.

Mr. Kamijou sighed deeply, feeling that he was bearing a burden that was too heavy for his age.

"I want this, this, this..."

My roommate has entered a crazy ordering mode; I hope my wallet can still handle it.

With this worry in his heart, Touma Kamijou shakily reached his hand into his wallet.

(Oops!)

Cold sweat instantly streamed down Touma Kamijou's forehead, and his legs trembled uncontrollably.

Index's eyes were still shining as she kept ordering.

The sheer number of dishes they ordered astonished even the waiter who was taking notes.

(As expected, before we even started cooking, I took Index and ran away, figuring we'd just have some instant noodles at home to tide us over.)

(No, that won't do.)

The next second, Touma Kamijou quickly shook his head, shaking off the unrealistic thoughts in his mind.

(If I send Index, who is already excitedly preparing for a big meal, back, I will never have a peaceful day again; I'll probably be executed.)

(So, the only remaining option is...)

A thousand thoughts flashed through Touma Kamijou's mind in an instant as he took out his phone from his pocket.

(I have no choice but to ask someone for help. I need to ask someone for help.)

The only thing Touma Kamijou can think of right now is to borrow money from someone for temporary help.

"Their family is pretty good, that's what Frenda said. You know, she's a regular at all sorts of family restaurants."

The familiar voice immediately reached Touma Kamijou's ears.

Touma Kamijou's eyes lit up instantly, and he looked directly in the direction from which the sound was coming from.

"Great, our savior has arrived!"

It's hard to imagine just how skilled Kamijou Touma is at this set of movements, or how many times he's used it.

Even Haramura Makoto couldn't help but admire it, feeling as if a dark shadow had flashed past and knelt down in front of him.

"It seems that this law still cannot be changed."

Holding onto Haramura Makoto's arm, Shokuhou Misaki looked at him with a beaming smile.

A barely perceptible hint of embarrassment flashed across Makoto Haramura's face, after all, he had just made that solemn promise.

"Kamijou-senpai, no matter what, get up first."

"This is really embarrassing."

Covering his forehead, the gazes from the surrounding diners made Haramura Makoto feel like he was standing on pins and needles.

It's just a small matter like borrowing money.

Well, that was pretty much what Makoto Haramura originally guessed.

After all, what could make this kind-hearted senior, who would risk his life to protect an unrelated stranger, look worried was his incurable greed.

A life of poverty is the only description of this senior's life.

"Ah, thank you so much for today, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

"I'm sorry, I will repay the money I owe you immediately."

At the dining table, Touma Kamijou clasped his hands together, his head almost touching the table, as he expressed his gratitude in the most sincere way he knew.

"There's no need to rush this. It's just a lunch. Consider this my treat for you, senior."

"Not only that, you can order whatever you want to eat."

What was supposed to be a lunchtime for two has now been turned into a lunchtime for four.

However, Misaki Shokuhou didn't complain about it at all. Instead, she seemed to find it very interesting and naturally sat down opposite Index, resting her chin on her hand and looking at Index with curiosity.

She knew the identity of the girl in front of her.

A girl with a special constitution whose mind contains 103,000 magical books.

On the other hand, Index's eyes were shining, and she was almost jumping out of her chair in excitement.

"In that case."

Index waved her little hand and beckoned the waiter over.

"I'll have one of everything I hesitated about earlier. I'm going to eat my fill now."

Kamijou Touma also seemed quite excited.

After all, the fact that he was being treated to a meal instead of having to repay the money means that Mr. Kamijou doesn't have to repay it.

This is of utmost importance to Mr. Kamijou.

It's important to understand that Mr. Kamijou has a very limited amount of money at his disposal each month, so reducing this expense is tantamount to saving Mr. Kamijou's life.

Completely engrossed in his excitement, Touma Kamijou was oblivious to the pity in Makoto Haramura's eyes.

"What is this? A last meal before someone's execution?"

Quietly, Misaki Shokuhou leaned close to Makoto Haramura's ear, glanced at Touma Kamijou, and whispered something.

Since they know Index, Touma Kamijou naturally knows Misaki Shokuhou as well.

At the same time, she also knew that this was the person Haramura Makoto was the key person she was protecting on this trip to Europe.

"This is not a last meal before his death. I just thought that he might not be able to eat proper meals in the future, and might even be covered in wounds, so I'm just letting him fill his stomach first."

Makoto Haramura immediately denied it.

What does this have to do with him? This makes it sound like he has some kind of twisted sense of humor.

It was all Aleister's arrangement, Aleister's scheme, so what did it have to do with him?

"It is reported that the Channel Tunnel, also known as the Eurotunnel, which runs through the English Channel along the border between Britain and France, suffered an explosion in all three tunnels two days ago and has since been shut down. This has brought enormous and long-term consequences to Britain, an island nation. A British government spokesperson stated that although the investigation is ongoing, the possibility of an accident caused by human intervention cannot be ruled out, and the situation is still escalating..."

Just then, the LCD TV hanging in the store suddenly started broadcasting today's global news.

Misaki Shokuhou gave a mischievous smile at this moment.

That look in his eyes seemed to say, "Look, this is what a last meal looks like."

Makoto Haramura was speechless for a moment.

He now even has the feeling that the world's will is working against him.

Britain is an island nation.

To strengthen ties with continental Europe, the British government built what is known as the Continental Tunnel.

The Continental Tunnel starts from the southeastern British city of Folkestone and connects to the coastal cities of France.

The entire site is about 50 kilometers long, with about 38 kilometers of underwater roads. The total cost was US$15 billion, and it took seven years to build before it was officially put into use.

This tunnel is arguably the most important connection between Britain and the rest of continental Europe, aside from the ferry.

It can be said that Guo Jiaming's purchase of something has significant implications for the economic development of Britain, France, and even the whole of Europe.

However, this very important tunnel has now been the site of an explosion.

Of course, such a reason is just to fool ordinary people. Anyone who knows the secret will know that this must be done by someone.

And it must have been the work of a Roman Catholic sorcerer.

After all, the Eurotunnel connects Britain and France.

England was the territory of the Anglican Church, and France was the territory of the Roman Catholic Church.

Who else could have done this besides the Roman Catholic Church and the right-hand men of the Fire of the Right?

Chapter 383 Cutting the Connection

"Cutting off Britain from other countries? What a clever scheme."

"As expected, the Roman Catholic Church still has a huge influence on the world."

Stirring his coffee with a teaspoon, Makoto Haramura completely ignored the two people across from him who were wolfing down their drinks, and muttered to himself.

"Oh, if it were me, I would do the same."

"After all, the alliance between Academy City and the British Puritans is now public. Driving the Roman Catholics in France to blow up the Europa Tunnel could indeed destroy Britain's economic lifeline and cause serious political and economic damage to Britain."

"Although it's shameless, it's indeed the most effective method."

"really."

"But since that's the case, how are you going to get into England?"

"I imagine the Roman Catholic Church will block other modes of transportation as well."

Misaki Shokuhou considered something deeper; she was now thinking that the Roman Catholic Church was trying to drive Britain mad.

It is estimated that the Roman Catholic Church was also reluctant to fight the English Puritans on British soil.

Therefore, this strategy of encirclement was adopted to trap Britain economically and materially, driving Britain to madness.

The UK is one of the most densely populated countries in the world, with a total population of 274.5 people per square kilometer and a population of 5200 people per square kilometer in the capital region.

In such countries, many essential resources for human life are imported.

The simplest example is Britain's lack of mineral resources, such as oil and natural gas, which is a common problem for all island nations, and Britain is no exception.

Other items, such as vegetables, are also important. Britain is a country where pastures outnumber fields, and they rely heavily on imports for vegetables.

The move by the Roman Catholic Church was very appropriate.

If this situation can be maintained, Britain will collapse on its own in a short time.

"Dang Cang."

The bottle hit the ground and rolled on the ground with a sound.

Misaki Shokuhou's lips curled into a smile, and a curtain of water rose directly from beneath her and Makoto Haramura's feet, enveloping them both.

"Huh... Mr. Kamijou, why do I feel a little dizzy...?"

Kamijou Touma sat there like that, even though he wasn't wearing pajamas, he felt his eyelids drooping and his vision blurring, as if he were about to faint at any moment.

"boom!"

As for Index, who was opposite her, she seemed to be gasping for breath, and her reaction was more severe than Touma's. She had completely lost consciousness, and her face slammed onto the table. The knife and fork in her hand fell to the ground.

"Indy...Kex...?"

Before completely losing consciousness, Touma Kamijou looked at the diners who had already passed out in front of him, and then he himself fell heavily onto the table.

The other people in the family restaurant also made the same sound, and one by one they fainted in their chairs or in front of the tables.

Immediately afterwards, a group of men wearing gas masks rushed in through the main gate.

"Ah Shang, the journey is about to begin, meow."

The man in the lead was making a loud declaration with a strange speech habit, but when he saw the two people sitting at the same table as his target in the far corner of the room, he was instantly stunned.

"Qiang——!"

The fork was thrown like a dart, embedding itself firmly in the pillar next to the man, its end trembling incessantly.

"Tsuchimikado, you'd better give me a reasonable explanation."

"Otherwise, Xiao Qi might make you forget some things."

The water curtain swirled the surrounding gas, carrying it away from the two of them, and Haramura Makoto's kind smiling face came into Tsuchimikado's view.

No.

This really can't be called kind, at least looking at Makoto Haramura's face now, it looks quite terrifying in Motoharu Tsuchimikado's eyes.

"Oh my, isn't this Lord Haramura? What are you doing here?"

"Besides lunch, what other options are there at a family restaurant?"

Facing Tsuchimikado Motoharu, who was approaching step by step with a forced smile, Haramura Makoto did not give him a friendly look.