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

===Part 7===

“Mugyu.”

That was a sound effect.

It came from Kingsford’s lips.

And Kamijou Touma’s face was fully buried in the large chest of her swimsuit-like outfit.

Her arms were holding him tight.

(Why!?)

“!!!???”

“🤫.”

Anna Kingsford was perfectly calm.

The heat must have been too much even for an expert because her body felt overheated and was slick with sweet sweat!!

“There is something here. But this is ❌ as characterized as the Malebranche, so it must be a more primitive concept. Perhaps a manifestation of Nyx who surrounds Tartarus.”

“(Mghghmgh, what does that have to do with these boobs in my face, mgh!?)”

“Nyx seems to calculate the #️⃣ of souls wandering in hell and 🔒s onto them, so by bringing our souls close together, the difference between one and two vanishes and we can avoid her.”

Kingsford explained a mysterious concept as if it were obvious.

Of course, Kamijou’s confusion was probably his fault for being ignorant.

Also, Kingsford appeared to be counting them as souls, not bodies. That was a weird feeling for Kamijou. Did it mean he was sensing this body heat, sweet scent, and large soft boobs without them actually having bodies!?

“Also, it seems CRC will be attacked because he is all alone over there.”

“Old man!! Quit feeling sorry for yourself and run away!!”

He was right there next to them.

And in an instant where the soaring beads of sweat seemed to freeze in space like jewels, Kamijou’s outstretched hand just barely failed to reach him.

He was pulled back.

Forcefully.

He had lost to Anna Kingsford's big boobs.

“You trait-”

Something rushed right past him and then the silver-haired young man in red vanished in the middle of shouting something. There was now nothing past Kamijou’s fingertips. The selfish and capricious old man who was surprisingly diligent deep down had disappeared.

Something like a great wave of pitch black sludge being slung around by the color white tinged with red enveloped and took away Rosencreutz. The language may have broken down there a bit, but that was unavoidable when something so strange had happened. That was just how it was in a hell beyond human understanding.

It was now a level lower.

It was rolling down.

Making an unpleasant sludge-like noise the entire time.

That extraordinary monster had made a physical attack just as its target was immobilized by their past trauma. That showed just how unforgiving hell was.

Now was not the time to be buried in a kind glasses woman’s sweaty boobs.

“Ahhhhhh!! I-I don’t believe it. CRC was taken out in a single blow? What, are we playing on hell difficulty!”

“Um, do you need to specify that when we’re in hell?”

Yes.

This truly was hell.

“By the way, Nyx is a girl, so you could say CRC was just attacked by a goddess of the night. Yes, a very passionate mounting attack.”

“Did you say a goddess of the night!?”

Why did that sound so extremely indecent!? Based on the white statues, he could guess Greek mythology’s surface-level standards of beauty weren’t all that different from the modern standards, so if he wanted to see an extremely lewd and beautiful goddess, was his best option to wait and see what happened!? …That would be fine, right? CRC was an expert, so he had to be pretty sturdy and waiting a bit before rescuing him wouldn’t make all that much difference, right!?

The glasses woman tilted her head.

“Sigh. I do ❌ know what has inspired this desire to learn more about the Hellenistic gods, but one of her most notable traits is that she goes on to marry her older brother.”

“She’s a goddess of the night, a little sister, a young bride, and a divine wife!? D-do gods just exist at a level beyond human imagination? This goddess has way too much going on. I’m having a hard time even visualizing her!!!”

Kamijou’s adolescent soul took a powerful blow, like he snuck into a park full of lovers at night, but that probably wasn’t what this was.

Look, Rosencreutz had been taken away by the color white tinged with red, pitch black, and a flash flood.

What about that was a girl?

“Um, Kingsford-sensei?”

“Yes?”

“The limbs and back can be as monstrous as you want, but the face and body need to maintain that soft femininity. What I mean is, the end result should look someone wearing fancy thigh highs and long gloves.”

“?”

It was actually extremely rare for the benevolent expert to be left tilting her head in confusion, but Kamijou failed to notice that.

Listen.

This was a very important discussion for the pointy-haired boy.

“My point is, if you don’t follow those rules, I’ll have a hard time accepting it as a niche type of moe. The way things are, Nyx-chan seems more like a traditional monster than the kind with ‘girl’ tacked on the end. And that sludge doesn’t even seem like a translucent slime girl where you can see right through her!! So can you please explain what this even is, sensei!? Senseiiii!!!”

“Well, while I did call her a goddess, the Greek Nyx is actually a giant amorphous something that surrounds hell in place of the river of the ☠️.”

“Wh-what the hell!? These old mythologies just don’t get it! Are you kidding me!? How is that supposed to be my little sister young wife goddess of the night!?”

“Hm??? Your?”

“No sheer negligee and no frilly apron? If I asked Othinus about a long thing surrounding the world, she’d probably tell me it’s something like a giant serpent. Which means this is a legit mythological creature!!”

“How many times do I need to tell you that Nyx is a Greek goddess, dammit?”

“That’s just a horror monster trying to kill Rosencreutz! There’s nothing cute about it! It’s a scam! Did you think there were boys out there who would get excited over a hug from a female tyrannosaurus!?”

“Oh…I 💭 you hurt Nyx’s feelings. She’s leaving CRC and trembling.”

“Are you serious? Have I finally reached the point of making a goddess cry?”

“I 💭 she 💭 she was just playing with him.”

That kind of playing seemed like it would kill a human, though. Also, it turned out that big wave of black sludge was in fact a clump of filthy wet hair.

Kamijou Touma had accidentally saved Rosencreutz.

This was a new record for him.

He couldn’t imagine what kind of damage being mounted by Nyx would cause, but the silver-haired young man in red lay unmoving on the ground. No. Don’t laugh. Yes, he’s sizzling with smoke rising from him, but that damage is serious. Don’t laugh! I have no proof, but I’m certain that would have killed me. But I can’t help it. Peh heh heh. The more I try to tell myself it’s inappropriate, the more hilarious it seems. This is the same guy who strutted across Academy City trying to destroy the world. Bwa ha. It’s just too funny. Ah ha ha. He really is lying there on his back like a dead cicada, sprawled out with some smoke rising from the very top of his head. Hee hee. Bwa ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!

This was hell.

Kamijou swore to himself he would take this seriously.

<span style="font-size:75%">“I-I am pleased to see Rosencreutz is safe?”</span>

“Boy. For as long as I live, this old man will never forget that grinning face twitching on the verge of exploding into laughter.”

Now he had a lifelong promise from a legendary figure.

But this didn’t sound like the beginning of a love story.

And hell began to glow once more.

The cycle seemed to be speeding up.