Toaru Majutsu no Index:GT Volume12 Ending
One apartment was far, far removed from all the conflict out there in the world.
A completely unwanted room sharing situation meant Hamazura Shiage barely ever got to be alone with his girlfriend, but Mugino Shizuri and Kinuhata Saiai both happened to be out today.
Which meant it was time to flirt his heart out.
Oh, how glad he was he didn’t stand out! He was sick and tired of global mysteries and fighting to save people’s lives. He had an amazing girlfriend and he didn’t need anything else. As far as he was concerned, he was winning at life!!
“This is the best part of the shopping show, so be quiet, Hamazura.”
“…”
Track suit girl Takitsubo Rikou’s expressionless rebuke silenced Hamazura Shiage. The black bob cut girl’s eyes were glued to the TV without so much as a glance for her boyfriend.
Did she not like him anymore?
“What are you so focused on? …A high frequency diet machine? Ha ha ha. It’s supposed to destroy your body’s fat cells with an electric current? If the current was powerful enough to do that, I bet you’d need a medical license to operate it, so this is nothing but a fak- gweh!”
His comments earned him a square couch cushion to the face.
Repeatedly. With the cushion clutched in her hands.
“Mh.”
“It’s not like you were going to buy it, so why are you so mad at me!?”
“I don’t like spoilers, Hamazura.”
“About a health product!?”
“If I did buy and use it, my dreams probably would be shattered. It’s best to admire health products from afar, enjoying fantasies of yourself after they work.”
“…The people who say that are the first ones to pick up the phone.”
He blamed the warm air from the air conditioning for making his usually kind girlfriend like this.
It was raining outside, but the balcony had a roof and he doubted it would blow into the room.
So Hamazura tried opening the curtains.
“Hi, excuse me.”
Someone suddenly entered from the balcony.
Just slipped on in.
On this high floor.
Hamazura’s eyes widened and shouted, but time still felt frozen for him.
“Ahhhh!!”
The intruder had short red hair and white skin.
She wore a fluffy white dress that made her look like a ballerina or figure skater. And a black box the size of a soccer ball floated next to her.
This was Dion Fortune.
“H-h-h-how did you get here?”
“I am technically Archbishop of the Anglican Church, you know? Only an interim to prevent chaos until a proper successor can be chosen, but even if it’s only for show, my authority is very real. Which means I can pull some strings with the Academy City diplomats. And Kamijou Touma’s funeral was today, after all.”
He didn’t want to hear this.
Could she please stop talking?
Each secret that entered his ears made him feel like he was sinking deeper into quicksand. But the question was what kind of trouble he was being dragged into!
“I never did think Aleister, the quintessential terrible human, could actually suppress Great Demon Coronzon for long.”
“Coronzon?”
His eyebrows twitched.
Most anything related to the magic side was none of Hamazura Shiage’s concern, but there were a few individuals there he had a link to.
This was one of those.
He had worked with her in the UK but ultimately failed to save her. He had no idea what would have happened to Takitsubo Rikou, Dion Fortune, or himself if not for her.
Maybe she was evil.
But he still couldn’t just give up on her.
“A major Anglican unit is approaching the outside of the wall with help from the Amakusas who know a lot about this Eastern island nation, but who knows how much help they’ll be. If Coronzon, the 333 of dispersion, is serious about this, I imagine they’ll only give her more victims without accomplishing much of anything. If they use any ordinary methods, anyway.”
Wait.
Please wait a minute.
“That’s why I want your help, Hamazura. This is your business as much as it is mine. I doubt Kamijou Touma’s voice will reach Coronzon. So. Our help is needed to pull off a man-made miracle.”
The puzzle pieces fit together.
Hamazura Shiage.
He was the other possibility who could find success where Kamijou Touma and Accelerator could not.
He had an intensely bad feeling about this.
“Um.”
“Yes?”
Takitsubo silently elbowed him in the side, but it did no good.
He knew this question was as good as admitting defeat, but he was ultra terrified of not asking.
The idiot succumbed to the fear welling up within him.
Hamazura Shiage opened his mouth while dripping with sweat.
“Wh-what were you thinking we should do?”
“Have something of a reunion☆”
