Toaru Majutsu no Index:NT Volume20 Ending
Don’t let it shake you. Think.
Hadn’t Aleister Crowley destroyed that world’s largest magic cabal?
That phenomenon could not be overturned for no reason.
This was a story of the magic world. There was a pre-established theory behind all events.
You had to have already seen what was necessary.
So think back over everything you have seen and heard.
This was the top of the Golden, Samuel Liddell MacGregor Mathers.
There had to be a reason why he was here.
It could be a trick, a loophole, or a name. Find that and everything would change.
An explosive noise burst out.
Various colors of light blossomed like countless flowers to inappropriately decorate Westminster Abbey’s graveyard.
But first of all.
Even if she was weary from so many battles in quick succession, Aleister Crowley could use Spiritual Tripping and the Blasting Rod at the same time, she could use the optimization of her blood sacrifice to keep up with the supersonic battle of a Saint, and she could neutralize and hijack all modern Western magic, so it was unusual for anyone to be capable of engaging her in a purely magical battle.
It would have to be a pure Magic God like Othinus or Nephthys.
Or it would have to be an extraordinary magician like Westcott or Mathers who had their own unique control method they had used to compete for the standard of what would become modern Western magic.
Kamijou instinctually ran over when he saw the silver girl spin through the air and slam back-first into the ground. It did not look like she could breathe properly, but was that really due to the physical damage?
Aleister Crowley had mastered magic, but her eyes were wide with terror and the pupils were wandering aimlessly. Her tear ducts would loosen if she was not careful. That silver girl no longer felt like a historical magician. Her soul seemed to have reverted to something befitting her apparent age.
Kamijou heard something similar to a baton spinning through the air.
Hat and cloak. The garish Scottish uniform that a certain magician had so loved. Some objects were dancing around that man with no strings to support them: a fire wand, a water cup, a wind dagger, and an earth disc. It was a full set of the fundamental Symbolic Weapons that used the four elements to play a role in all magical ceremonies.
He immediately spoke in English. Based on the speed of pronunciation, Kamijou could tell it was different from the American-based English he had learned in school. Was that the pronunciation found in Scotland? He was truly grateful that Othinus translated for him after returning to his shoulder.
“What’s wrong, what’s wrong, what’s wrong!? You tore apart the Golden cabal I built up and took control of all the world’s magic, but did you neglect your studies afterwards? Is this all your magic has to offer!?”
Magic and science.
That human had supposedly acquired a unified theory before cutting them apart like that. Aleister Crowley had done all that and yet…no, and so she was filled with fear upon finding something she did not understand. Seeing his student trembling like a frail girl, Mathers snapped his fingers in an uninterested fashion.
“I sense no power in you. Yet it does not seem you have simply deteriorated. Hm, what could this mean? I believe I am the killer of your daughter, am I not?”
Aleister was overwhelmed by fear of the inexplicable, but now her shoulders trembled in a different way than before.
“Oh, I see.”
What connections had that man made in his mind?
Mathers reached some kind of answer at a speed and with connections that no normal person could hope to match.
“That would mean, yes, and there is a Great Demon, so, hm, add in the coincidence of a Holy Guardian Angel and…that explains it. The number is 93 and the name Aiwass. If my theory is accurate, saving her would be possible. However…”
It was not quite a mocking tone.
It was a mercilessly casual tone like someone slapping the “fail” stamp against the center of a report card.
“Aleister, your daughter should not have been saved.”
Those words were too much.
Even for Kamijou Touma who was watching from the sidelines.
“Nuit Ma Ahathoor Hecate Sappho Jezebel Lilith was superfluous, was she not? It was her salvation that robbed Aleister Crowley of the powerful directional focus of being an avenger. You coward. You are a pathetically dimmed star that could not even signify the dawn in your own closed world. If you had come here as the lonely avenger who had continued polishing themselves after the Battle of Blythe Road, you may have been able to dodge my deadly blade and escaped.”
“You foolish failure of a student. It was saving your baby that robbed you of your foundation and that will mean your death here. Aleister Crowley’s cause of death will forever be recorded as his superfluous daughter Lilith.”
The silver girl shook off Kamijou’s supporting arms and roared like a beast.
But the monster named Samuel Liddell MacGregor Mathers would not allow this to become a morality play.
“Welcome back, Aleister.”
He grabbed the wand from the Symbolic Weapons flying around him and tapped the ground at his feet with it.
“To London, the city of fog, magic, and the Golden.”
The entire world grew distorted, but Kamijou did not know how to describe it. He slowly raised his head to look above the gloomy graveyard surrounded by walls. He saw several strange figures standing on the many pointed roofs of Westminster Abbey.
Paul Foster Case.
Arthur Edward Waite.
Robert William Felkin.
Westcott, who had been Mathers’s match in leading the Golden cabal.
And more and more.
And more and more and more.
There were dozens. No, maybe more. Kamijou Touma could only match some names to faces because of his experience in the Windowless Building where he had witnessed the demise of that world’s largest cabal during the Battle of Blythe Road. No, he had technically only seen the story told by Aleister Crowley.
Aleister had been yelling with such anger it had looked like she might tear out Mathers’s windpipe with her teeth, but even she faltered.
She was dazed.
She could not believe it because it was accurate. The silver girl spoke in her extreme confusion.
“The Golden magic cabal???”
“Newcomer, you too were officially declared dead back in 1947, were you not? And Lilith also defied precedent by returning to history. Do not forget that we have Coronzon, a higher lifeform equal to or greater than your Aiwass. …Thinking you can do something that others cannot violates the fundamental assumption of the technical system known as magic which anyone can freely develop.” Mathers’s smile deepened as he shoved the end of his wand into the graveyard dirt. “And do not think of this as unfair. We must go all out to celebrate our reunion. And as I am the man who created the Golden cabal, isn’t it perfectly natural for me to use the fruits of that labor, including the personnel of the world’s largest magic cabal?”
“Now, let us redo the Battle of Blythe Road. Crowley, you once stole everything from me!! It is time to repay you for that, and you cannot rely on a coincidental victory this time. You have lost your directional focus as an avenger and you have abandoned your growth as a magician, so let us see how much a fool holding their superfluous baby can struggle!?”
It may have been true that the current Aleister was different from the Aleister who had conquered the Battle of Blythe Road. If the silver girl resisted on her own, she might be defeated at some point because she lacked her former obsession.
One more scent of death wafted in.
Academy City’s #1 Level 5 entered the graveyard with his modern design cane.
“Is this a contest to see who’s the shittiest person? Pathetic. The baby is superfluous? She shouldn’t have been saved? …And here I thought I’d seen rock bottom with this Board Chairman, but it seems the world still isn’t through disappointing me.”
Once that title made an appearance, Kamijou saw the answer to the Golden magic cabal.
It may have been true Aleister had split apart magic and science.
That may have been nothing but an illusion.
That illusion had created something real. No matter what her ulterior motives had been, the Board Chairman had still built up Academy City from the ground up. She had created the esper powers development program and collected cutting-edge technology there. She had also made the city an attractive enough place for a great many people to gather there.
“Mathers…” Kamijou Touma finally unleashed a roar. “You said we need to go all out to celebrate your reunion, right? Then you do the same, Aleister! The magic doesn’t even matter!! Bring out everything you have as the Board Chairman of Academy City!!”
They stood by her side.
Kamijou Touma and the #1 stood on either side of the silver girl who had refused to accept the Golden cabal.
The strongest and the weakest spoke in unison as they declared war.
“Aleister is not alone. The fruits of her labors are right here!!”
The second act has begun.
It is finally time for the direct clash between Golden magic and Academy City science.