Editing Toaru Majutsu no Index:GT Volume11 Chapter2 (section)

===Part 5===

Anna Kingsford pinched the center of her racing swimsuit(?)’s ample chest and tugged.

She let air into the cleavage. Or rather, the created tunnel.

Damp with sweet sweat, she used the back of her other hand to wipe the sweat from her brow.

“Phew. It sure is 🌡️ here. I’m soaked with sweat. Yet the bottom level of hell is supposed to be an 🧊 prison.”

“Is that really necessary? Hey, I thought you were just dragging a really serious truth out into the open!! Why are you trying to overpower that with your unbeatable femininity!?”

“?”

She looked confused.

Ms. Sexy’s glasses had started to fog up.

And her air of natural gentleness seemed to press in on him.

…Was she not even aware she was doing it? No, it couldn’t be! It was true his adolescent brain’s memory was more stimulated into activity by the faintly flushed skin of this busty young woman than it was by the distant past of some historical old man!! But not even he was going to focus on the sexy woman in this moment. Wouldn’t that be as extremely inappropriate as ogling the wife in mourning clothes during a tearful funeral ceremony? Did that glasses woman’s hair and skin have to smell so sweet!? Was she like the ultimate mayonnaise that overwhelmed all the other more subtle flavors!?

The silver-haired young man in red was hanging his head.

His expression was hidden, but his shoulders were shaking. In this gloomy atmosphere.

It was no use.

Trying to be nice would probably just make him cry here.

Apparently CRC’s selfishness and capriciousness had all been an act to make himself look bad and he was really just a diligent 15-year-old deep down.

Kamijou Touma had to harden his heart if he was to protect Rosencreutz’s pride and soul.

“Ah ha ha, bwa ha ha, hee hee hee hee hee!!! …I-I can’t do it. I can’t. It makes me laugh every time I think about it. Christian Rosencreutz. Oh, I can’t stand it. Bwah ha! I’m sorry. Pfft. But all this talk about – pfft – the secrets of the world – kee hee hee hee hee – and it can’t hold a candle to a woman in a swimsuit! Pffffft!!!”

“Answer me, hell. Send Kingsford’s giant glasses plummeting toward us. I call upon you, meteor, to crush this insolent boy.”

CRC raised his arms and recited a curse.

But hell did not react this time.

He had fumbled it. Not even Kamijou had taken his adolescence to such an extreme that he couldn’t control himself when it came to glasses that weren’t currently on a woman.

Apparently CRC wasn’t all powerful.

In fact, it sounded like his failures had outnumbered his successes in the past.

Magicians were the end result when a failure kept on struggling. Which was why they tried to distort reality. They wielded supernatural power, but they were entirely different from the Level 5s who had mastered their innate talents. Since Rosencreutz had risen to the level of expert, he must have had a reason behind it all…right?

But in that case…

Noticing Kamijou’s eyes on her, the other expert smiled a little.

“Yes. My past is full of failure and regret.”

And so she had mastered magic.

Unable to forgive her own weakness or tendency to give up, she had decided she would change the world even if it meant remaking herself.

But be that as it may, Kingsford was still perfection as far as Kamijou was concerned. She continued saving people even after dying, but she had also thrown out her resurrected life and descended into hell to collect Kamijou there. This wasn’t like Othinus or Aleister. He sensed something that set Kingsford apart.

He needed to behave himself.

He had to.

“But I just can’t help it. Pft, we were talking about Rosencreutz, but Kingsford is all I can think about.”

“I hope this boy is devoured headfirst by a giant vagina-shaped monster. A horrifyingly hairy vagina!! It can abduct him in a beam of light like a UFO!!!”

Something suddenly exploded.

It came in the form of a fist. The smiling glasses woman had sent a blow right into the center of CRC’s face.

Kingsford was fairly merciless when it came to a death-dealing expert.

Kamijou was glad hell hadn’t reacted to that one…

“While this is CRC’s starting point, we are only looking at echoes of the past. Kamijou Touma, this may be necessary information for you in the present, but do ❌ let it influence you too much.”

“…”

But this was about Rosicrucianism.

He had seen the truth about Christian Rosencreutz.

This was the foundation that had, on some level, influenced the Golden cabal and their greatest mutation Aleister, influenced Anna Sprengel, and even influenced Alice Anotherbible and the other Transcendents.

Kamijou had no idea if he could return from hell alive.

But it still wouldn’t hurt for him to learn all of-

“By the way, Kamijou Touma. While there is 🔥 and lava bursting from the ground here, hell’s 🌊 quality means there is ❌ much hope for a ♨️. But do you think we could manage a hot stone spa?”

“Aren’t we supposed to be discussing Rosencreutz!? I’m sure hell is a boring place for a perfect and flawless woman like you, but stop filling in the gaps with merciless condensed milk!! Everything will end up having that super sweet Kingsford flavor!!!”

Immediately, Kamijou noticed a pale glow.

At first, he thought he was going to get to see a giant young woman enjoying a hot stone spa, but this appeared to be something else.

He sensed a different current or trend to this.

A familiar scene emerged from the scenery. He was again seeing the University of Tübingen which shouldn’t have existed here or now.

Hell had activated.