Toaru Majutsu no Index:RailgunSS2 Chapter7
Chapter 7
Part 1
An Anti-Skill group wearing powered suits for work in nuclear facilities had begun the mopping up operation in Academy City.
The terrorists were armed with ultra high frequency electromagnetic rifles and a large amount of detectors. Essentially, they had special electromagnetic firearms that could penetrate all forms of cover and would fatally destroy human cells and they had explosives that used those firearms.
The means of defense in a modern gunfight was not to see the bullet and evade it. Instead, it was to hide yourself behind something that functioned as a shield. As such, the ultra high frequency electromagnetic rifles that could penetrate any kind of cover were quite a threat.
However, as long as you defended yourself with something that could completely block the ultra high frequency electromagnetic waves, you could turn the situation around.
Shirai Kuroko spoke into her cell phone.
“Onee-sama. The soldiers wearing lead armor have ended the firefight. They are fine. The suppression is complete. There is no sign of the nuke exploding. It seems they had almost finished putting it together, but luckily the timer was still incomplete. …That was the report I received.”
“Wait, Kuroko!! Don’t hang up!!”
“Onee-sama?”
“It seems the Russian shopping mall had a secondary plan in case the nuclear bomb on the timer failed. They have likely already switched over to that plan. You need to inform Anti-Skill!!”
Mikoto then seemed to hesitate.
But then she continued on with resolve.
“A fighter loaded with a hydrogen bomb is headed from Russia to Academy City. If the air defense unit does not head out immediately, it will be dropped right on top of you!!”
Three old style fighters cut across the Sea of Japan at a point just barely above the waves. They were flying that low in order to lower the odds of being seen on radar as much as possible. However, that was not enough to completely deceive an air surveillance network. If it was, no one would spend so much money developing stealth technology.
“Klyuch Samolyot to all crafts. I have detected multiple radar waves. The JSDF has likely caught sight of us on their wide-area radar. This will not be so easy from now on.”
“Prisluga Samolyot to Klyuch Samolyot. They are not idiots. They would have already noticed us. For diplomatic reasons, they were just waiting until we were past Russian waters.”
“Nochi Samolyot to all crafts. Russia will begin taking action soon, too. I’m more worried about having Sukhoi’s coming up behind us.”
“Klyuch Samolyot to all crafts. Academy City is our greatest enemy. They will soon realize what we are trying to do. This is the critical moment.”
There was no point in flying so low any longer.
The three old style fighters slowly raised their altitude, threw off the caution they had been flying with before, and accelerated to full speed.
They were heading for the capital of Japan, Tokyo.
Those fighters that had the ability to hold a nuclear weapon were headed for the center of the science side, Academy City.
Mikoto paced about in the stock market center beneath the shopping mall. She was not moving her legs in order to reach a destination. Instead, she was merely trying to suppress her troubled nerves.
“…We reached the center of Code EIC, but the equipment is just the equipment. We didn’t find the person who was controlling it, so we can’t stop the shopping mall’s plan.”
Mikoto was muttering in order to put together her own thoughts, but Lessar was listening in.
(Yes, I generally agree with that, but…)
Lessar recalled what she had seen deep in that hidden passageway.
(The problem is that everyone in the group that seems to have been behind all this was decapitated. And they were killed magically. So…who has control of this plan now?)
Various expectations had crossed paths and the final plan was continuing on.
The Solntse hydrogen bomb.
That weapon held such ridiculous destructive power and it was the truly horrible joker being used in that plan.
Part 2
“I have a suggestion,” Lessar said to Mikoto as the other girl thought.
Mikoto looked puzzled.
“What is this all of a sudden?”
“If the modified MIG-21 continues at a normal rate, it will reach the center of Academy City in less than an hour. We cannot worry about our appearance right now. We need to find the person who is controlling this plan.”
“And?”
“The destructive force of the Solntse is massive, so the higher ups must have prepared a system to prevent the pilot from betraying them. Simply put, the bomb will not detonate if the pilot merely drops it. After the pilot drops it, the higher ups will send out a detonation signal. I’m betting a system like that has been built in,” Lessar explained. “Otherwise, there is a risk of the pilot betraying the higher ups and dropping a Solntse on the shopping mall. And if there is a unit of those old fighters, they could even drop one here and then run off with the rest once any pursuers have been utterly eliminated.”
Mikoto started to nod in agreement, but…
(…Huh?)
Something bothered her.
However, she could not get a proper grasp of what exactly it was.
Meanwhile, Lessar had continued speaking.
“In other words, even if they manage to get past the air defenses of Academy City and the JSDF, the dropped Solntse will not detonate as long as the detonation signal is not sent out.”
“In that case, there’s something we can do other than sitting here twiddling our thumbs.”
“Yes, we can find and capture whoever is controlling this plan.”
As Lessar spoke, she tossed something from between her fingers.
The object that spun through the air like a Frisbee in Mikoto’s direction was a single ID card.
“This is…?”
“I found it back in that passageway. That card holds authorization of the highest rank. If we search through the areas and data surrounding that person, we can get an idea of these invisible higher ups’ identities. We may even be able to figure out where their hiding places are.”
She had not lied.
But she had left out the little fact that “whoever is controlling this plan” may have changed from being the higher ups to being some third party.
Part 3
The ID card had its owner’s name, picture, position, and authorized rank on it.
“The name and picture may be real, but the position is probably a fake. I doubt he would just have a card saying ‘Secret Organization’ hanging from his neck. We probably won’t find their hiding places by following that position.”
“That doesn’t matter. We can just use a different opening.”
“?”
“Having the highest rank has worked against them. Even in a shopping mall this huge, there aren’t that many areas restricted to that level. So if you open a map…”
Mikoto operated the Semipublic AR to automatically color code the security levels of the areas on the map.
The highest rank was red.
Only 5 areas were filled in with that color.
“See? He went to and from one of them frequently, so there should be some information left there. It’s possible he’s hiding there himself.”
When they actually went there, they found a small door at the end of a narrow passageway rather than something more like the door to a bank vault. A sign on the door said “staff only” and it just seemed like a break room for the workers from one of the shops.
“Is this the place?”
“Yes, but normally I would think the security guards would be stationed around here. Or I suppose it could be a separate unit wearing normal clothes in order to keep even the security guards from knowing about this.”
“According to a report from Bayloupe and Lancis, the riots are in a bit of a lull, but it is still a bit of a problem.”
When Mikoto slid the ID card through a card reader near the knob, multiple dull metallic noises rang out. The door automatically opened inwards and it became apparent that it was over 1 meter thick. A rubber seal was placed around the edge of the door which likely made the door airtight when closed.
“This really does feel like a secret base.”
“Why do boys love creating this kind of atmosphere?”
As they spoke back and forth, the two girls entered the room.
The room was about as large as two classrooms, but it did not give an impression of spaciousness. Something like bookshelves were packed into the room. They were actually steel racks that had a great number of hard disks on them instead of books.
“Offline storage…” Mikoto looked around. “Code EIC is constantly connected to the network, so there is a possibility of someone attacking it externally. There is a risk that the data on the hard disks could be damaged or lost. This is a standalone backup for just such a case.”
“There are also paper documents strewn about.”
“He either was in the habit of printing out the data to check it or he just took all of the important data no one else should see and threw it in here. Either way, it’s more convenient for us.”
Mikoto and Lessar started investigating the room. Mikoto checked the stored data and Lessar checked the paper documents.
(I know the owner of this place is already dead, but…)
Lessar thought to herself while glancing over at Mikoto who was operating the Semipublic AR.
(I don’t think the magician who created those decapitated corpses is just an outsider. I can accept that an outsider could have found the secret passageway, but this magician managed to open and close the door with the proper science side method. …There’s a good chance he or she had a connection from the beginning.)
In that case, what she had to focus on was…
(If this is where the secret data is stored, then some data on the magician connected to the higher ups of the shopping mall may remain. I have to use that information to pursue this magician.)
“…This is it.”
After battling with the piles of paper for a bit, Lessar pulled out a large envelope. Inside were a single photograph and a few sheets of copy paper. It was a background investigation carried out by a detective agency.
(The shopping mall most likely did its own investigation into how safe it was to join forces with this person.)
The photo and name were clear enough, but the rest was strange for the most part. There just was no consistency in the text. For example, one page listed the person as staying at one hotel and the next page listed a different hotel.
Lessar snickered.
The person may have been protected by a spell that allowed others to accept mismatched reports without finding it odd.
But the effects had worn off once the reports had been turned to digital data.
As a result, the report had displayed the mismatched information as mismatched and the shopping mall had deemed the person as possibly dangerous.
Not taking into account the alteration of information from analog to digital was a common mistake. But there were some things that were difficult to handle when it came to getting that close to the science side.
(…Her name is Caliche I Niknosh. Well, the name is a bit doubtful, but she failed with the photo. From the small ornaments and the traces left on the headless bodies, it’s clear she’s some failed member of the Russian Orthodox Church. But…)
As Lessar thought to herself, she glanced over at Mikoto.
The girl seemed to be quite something as far as Academy City was concerned, but that did not make it okay to carelessly have her take part in a magic side incident. Lessar was not someone whose job it was to keep the peace, but because she was not bound by any strict rules, she knew quite well how far one could slip from the proper path if one forgot those vague manners.
Caliche who had decapitated the higher ups was a good example of that.
“I have a suggestion.”
“Again?”
“Let’s split up,” Lessar said with a grin. “To be honest, searching through this ridiculous amount of data is more your kind of thing. I don’t feel like I can help all that much. Academy City will be in a serious pinch soon, so I think it would be better if I actually did something rather than sitting around here.”
“Well, I’d be glad if you could go help somehow, but do you have any actual ideas?”
“No, if I did, I would have told you about it.”
“…I see. Well, go patrol around or something then.”
“While I’m out, I think I’ll go eat some of the free samples at one of the grocery stores,” Lessar said offhand as she started to leave the room.
“Wait.”
“What?”
“If you find something, don’t go charging off on your own. Having done that before, I can tell you that it isn’t very much fun. If you find a clue, come back here first, okay?”
“…”
For an instant, Lessar had the expression of someone taken off guard.
But an instant later she had the same mischievous smile as usual.
“Understood.”
After that response, she left the room.
(What a pain. Is there anyone who can act solely out of self preservation after hearing that?)
Lessar sighed and thought about what she was about to do.
The names of a few of the major Russian magic cabals came to her mind. Mikoto was still continuing her science side investigation, but she would likely reach a dead end that way. From there on, Lessar had to take the front line. She mentally arranged what she had to do.
And of course, she would be using the methods of the magic side.
Part 4
Lessar fist headed for a grocery corner.
The riots had calmed down a bit, but the after effects could still be seen. A lot of the shelves were knocked over, the number of products was down significantly, and a lot of what was left had been trampled underfoot. Lessar did not see any workers. They had likely decided that their pay did not match the risks.
She wandered around a place that had once had shelves lined with herbs and spices. She crouched down and looked through the small bottles on the floor.
“Oh, sage and parsley…and here’s turmeric. Found sanshou and chili peppers, too. With these, I may be able to reduce my work.”
Lessar gathered up a few products and a thought came to her.
“How ironic. The side trying to keep everyone from rioting is now stealing to achieve their goal.”
However, Lessar showed no hesitation in taking the spices without paying.
That showed that she was not on the side that kept the peace.
Lessar did not stand back up. While still crouching down, she opened the bottles of spices. She then moved her arm in a large circle drawing a circle on the floor about the size of a manhole.
Just like in many other cultures, Norse women used plants. Highly dangerous magical plants as well as herbs and spices sold at normal stores could be used as magical tools by them. If you had the proper knowledge, magical materials could be gathered at a convenience store.
“Well, I’m sure that girl and her serious science brain (ha) would rationalize it as autosuggestion concerning folk remedies or something ridiculous like that.”
Lessar waved the tail that extended from within her miniskirt. She liked using spells based on Norse mythology that was purposefully distorted by Christianity. By using that demonic form, she could control phenomena that could not occur within standard Norse mythology.
As she thought through that, Lessar drew a few more shapes inside the circle of spices.
(This is a lot easier when you mix in Christianity. After all, I can just use the modern alphabet rather than having to translate every little thing into ancient runes. Each individual letter of the alphabet does not have complex meaning to it, so you can make a magic circle just by lining up the needed terms. You don’t have to worry about the symbols and meanings of different letters ending up in some strange conflict that stains them and causes the circle to fail.)
Lessar completed her occult magic circle and then placed her index finger on the edge of the circle.
Immediately afterwards, bluish-white flames appeared in the place her finger had touched. As if they were spreading across lines of oil, the flames spread across the complex magic circle. There was no change in Lessar’s expression. The end of her index finger was in the bluish-white flames, but it did not feel any heat.
“Now then.” Lessar stared into the center of the magic circle as if she were enjoying herself. “I’ve opened a point of contact to the outside, so how will she react?”
In the next instant, she removed her finger from the magic circle.
It was not because she finally started to feel the heat.
An ice knife appeared out of thin air stabbing into the center of the magic circle and sending the flames and spices flying in every direction.
It was a clearly defensive action.
If she had removed her finger even an instant later, her finger would have been lost along with the magic circle.
But Lessar’s smile only grew.
She held the smile of someone who had just seen a second 7 line up on a slot machine.
“Yes, that was your only choice!!” She slowly stood up. “After all, I was about to send a message to Russia’s five main magic cabals saying that a magician was taking actions within their turf. And your name and photo would have been transmitted along with the message!! You knew I could trace your location from it, but you still had to magically interfere!!”
Lessar unhesitatingly started running.
The spices had been blown away by the defensive action…or so it had looked. In reality, they were leading the way to the attacker’s location as if they were a line of iron sand caught in a line of magnetism.
(The trace was a success!! I’m sure the attacker noticed it, but while she is mixed in with the crowds is best. I can’t miss her at this distance!!)
Lessar ran through the grocery corner and charged into a back passageway through an open door for workers. An ice knife flew at her at high speed from around a corner in the twisting passageway, but Lessar evaded it by twisting her upper body.
The blade passed by only a few millimeters from her skin, but Lessar’s expression showed no fear.
Her personality focused on the positive more than the negative which was not an aspect that made her well-liked by her comrades such as Bayloupe and Lancis.
The positive in that situation was…
(She’s close.)
As Lessar poured strength into her legs, she ran through the narrow passageway.
(If not, she would not have panicked and tried to stop me like that!!)
After heading around the next corner, she saw the back of a fleeing woman.
It was Caliche I Niknosh.
(Bingo!! Suspicious people always do suspicious things!!)
She did not shout out anything stupid like “wait”.
That kind of warning more accurately meant, “wait if you don’t want to die”. It would have no effect on someone already in a kill or be killed position.
As such, Lessar drew as much oxygen into her lungs as she could and ran at full speed.
She almost felt like she could hear her footsteps coming from behind her.
The woman was about 30 to 50 meters ahead.
Assuming there was no humorous pitfall, Lessar would not lose her.
She heard a loud noise.
Lessar sensed that it was the sound of a door being thrown open and she stepped through it as if sneaking through the gap in the swaying door.
She was now outdoors.
The area seemed to be a business parking lot for the delivery of materials. The entire area was flat. Streetlights were lined up at even intervals. Other than that, there was nothing there. Caliche was already about to pass beyond the short trees surrounding the parking lot, but Lessar showed no sign of worry.
At some point, a spear-like object had appeared in her hand.
It was the Steel Glove.
Four blades were attached to the end of the weapon and it looked a bit like a grabber arm.
Lessar used those blade fingers to grab a small cloth bag. Inside the bag were the spices from before blended at a set ratio.
With the bag hanging from the end, Lessar used both hands to swing around the long narrow weapon above her head.
She was using what was likely humanity’s oldest projectile weapon which had been used to increase the strength beyond that of one’s own arm strength before the invention of the bow.
The oldest form would have had a string or belt put in a U-shape with a fist-sized rock inside that used centrifugal force to fire the rock. But in later times, simplification plus the use of leverage had developed it into a device similar to a lacrosse stick that was a cup attached to the end of a stick.
(Three times…no five times around should be enough…!!)
Lessar gradually lowered the axis of the rotation above her head until she was swinging it similarly to the hammer throw. Once she had the necessary amount of centrifugal force, she opened the four blades that held the spice bag.
The small bag flew in a high arc and headed for its target from above.
It flew more like a grenade than a bullet.
And its actual effects were more like a grenade as well.
Most likely, Caliche had noticed the projectile coming her way. As a few ice knifes appeared out of thin air, she had likely intended to shoot it down.
But it was too late.
Before the woman could do anything, the string holding the bag closed came undone, so the result would have been the same whether the bag was attacked or not.
With the slight sound of something bursting, the spices inside spread through the air. They floated around according to set laws and created a complex magic circle all at once.
Lessar then moved her thumb horizontally and spoke quietly.
“Fire of the right and water of the back, mix the colors of your directions with the wind.”
That was a means of using the Four Types power used by Golden-style cabals.
Following her thumb that had accurately indicated a direction without a compass, an invisible power swirled up.
“The wind of the back right that contrarily holds both the active and the passive becomes that which indicates calamity and a turning point!!”
Immediately afterwards, a flash of light exploded from the magic circle blossoming above Caliche’s head.
An explosive wind was created.
The power from above slammed the fleeing woman’s body to the ground, the short trees surrounding the parking lot cracked and broke, and sparks exploded from the pavement. The Semipublic AR on the surface was intended to have large trucks drive over it, but it had not been able to withstand Lessar’s attack.
“I hope you realize I am being merciful by calling out to you,” Lessar said as she rested the Steel Glove on her shoulder after grabbing a new cloth bag in its four blades.
She cut across the parking lot.
“I have used the center of Code EIC to investigate what you have been doing regarding the shopping mall. Now, how about you tell me why you have killed the higher ups and taken over their plan?”
“…”
Caliche writhed on the ground.
Her face was covered by her hair, but a faint smile could be seen on her lips.
Lessar felt a chill, but she did not have time to actually take action.
Just after a roar reached her ears, Lessar was crushed underneath a large man.
The man had fallen down from the sky and landed on top of Lessar’s small body.
It took a few seconds for her to realize that much.
The shock had shaken her head.
(Dammit…!! She wasn’t alone…!?)
The man was practically sitting on top of her, but he still was not quite balanced.
(What is going on!? Where did he come from!? We’re in the middle of an empty parking lot!!)
Lessar was about to shake the large man off to the side, but he raised his back and then swung down his rock-like forehead.
A dull noise exploded out from right next to her ear.
His head had fallen on the pavement nearby rather than on Lessar. He had struck down with his head hard enough that it would not have surprised her if the hard pavement had broken. When the man lifted his head, Lessar finally realized what he had been doing.
He was holding the handle of the Steel Glove in his mouth like a dog with a bone.
(Not good…)
Lessar then heard Caliche’s voice for the first time.
“Thanks, Ivan.”
She then called some other names.
“Sergei, Drag, Milly, Wengo, Marian, Sevche, Aria…everyone join in.”
(Shit!!)
Lessar threw the man off of her and immediately rolled to the side.
Multiple small explosive noises came from a distance.
(On the roof!!)
Lessar looked over toward the noise and saw the bottoms of multiple feet approaching her like missiles.
Most likely, they were detonating the air beneath their feet to jump the 20 meter horizontal distance from the building’s roof to where Lessar was. They softened their landing in the same manner, but it was nothing but an explosive attack to Lessar who was beneath them.
(Tch! Can I avoid all of them!?)
As Lessar rolled, a great number of legs fell down in a straight line following her almost like bullets fired from a machinegun.
She could not escape to safety just by rolling to the side.
However, the explosions of air they used to soften their landings ended up working to her advantage. With the help of the wind they caused, Lessar’s small body managed to gain more distance than she could have normally.
As a result, the final foot landed just next to Lessar’s face.
As if she were breakdancing, Lessar used the momentum of her roll to stand up.
She had managed to avoid her enemies’ attack, but she did not have time to breathe a sigh of relief.
(Including Caliche and that large man, there are about 10 of them. And they’ve taken my Steel Glove.)
She looked over just in time to see the large man named Ivan throw the Steel Glove aside.
The large parking lot was a good place for a group to gang up on her.
“Did you realize I was leading you here?” Caliche said as she slowly approached.
Lessar pulled two or three more cloth bags from within her jacket.
“…It doesn’t look you’re going to tell me your magic name.”
“I don’t need to.”
As she spoke, Caliche lightly waved something like a long narrow spike.
Lessar finally realized that it was a ball-point pen. However, it likely did not have normal ink inside. Given the spells she had used, it most likely had holy oil in it.
Rather than a personal modernization, it seemed to be a format used by the entire cabal. The other members had also turned ball-point pens or other writing implements into spiritual items with which to construct spells.
“So just die for now.”
“Did you hear that?”
For some reason, Lessar spoke leisurely.
Caliche frowned questioningly, but Lessar just ignored her and continued speaking.
“Yes, yes, that’s right. That’s more or less it. From the quality of their spiritual items, they probably have other members in hiding providing logistical support, but I guess this sums up their actual fighting force for now. Yes, yes…well, just get to it.”
Yes, she ignored the woman.
Lessar was acting as if she was utterly ignoring the person before her and was talking on a cell phone.
Just after Caliche had that thought, she felt a sense of danger.
“You don’t mean…!!”
“Too late.”
Lessar mockingly stuck out her tongue and…
With a roar, countless runes appeared and unnatural green lightning struck the entire area.
The lightning was overwhelmingly different from natural lightning that came straight down from above. The thick sparks flew in an arc from the horizon and continually rained down on the parking lot.
Caliche had sensed the danger, so she had immediately taken evasive actions, but the men and women around her could not keep up. Their bodies were hit one after another and they fell to their knees before completely collapsing to the ground.
“This is my normal role. I move quickly about and act as a scout. Once we have accurate information on the enemy’s location, Bayloupe sends a highly destructive barrage from a distance. If necessary, Lancis can prevent the enemy from evading effectively by using all sorts of status altering attacks over a wide area and Floris can use her wings to recover me from deep within the enemy lines.”
The green lightning was similar to a carpet bombing, so Lessar too had to evade the arcing sparks as she spoke to Caliche.
“But Bayloupe is really overdoing this. And I could probably manage in a fight against her as long as she doesn’t use that Gjallarhorn. It may have been the right decision not to have her provide covering fire against the rioters.”
“…You…”
Lessar and Caliche faced each other amid the dancing green flashes of light.
Caliche could not hide that she was shaken, but Lessar had a belligerent smile on her face.
“Let’s keep this simple just like the lawless magicians we are.”
“Yes,” Caliche responded as if she had gotten over something.
The green electricity rained down above her head, but she did not move.
She merely raised the ball-point pen filled with holy oil and the sparks scattered in every direction.
With an odd noise, a piece of parchment appeared out of thin air.
The scrap of paper flew away like an empty cartridge and Caliche spoke as she held the spiritual item in the air.
“Let’s simply take each other out.”
Both Lessar and Caliche headed forward at the same time.
The sounds of their footsteps exploded out and the two magicians clashed at extremely close range amid the countless dancing green flashes of light.
In Lessar’s hand was a grenade-like spice bag that could create many different magical reactions.
In Caliche’s hand was the ball-point pen filled with holy oil that could freely create ice blades.
Caliche’s ice knife was faster when it came to the speed of creating a single attack.
A parchment flew up into the air like an empty cartridge and many different blades appeared.
“…!!”
Lessar avoided the knives coming for her throat just by moving her upper body and threw the cloth bag forward as she evaded.
She chanted a spell even though she would be affected as well.
“Earth of the left and water of the back, mix the colors of your directions with the wind. The wind of the back left which also indicates the passive becomes that which indicates peace and stagnation!!”
An explosive sound rang out.
However, it was different from the explosion using the sling from before. An impact something like being hit in the face by a solid airbag struck both Lessar and Caliche.
However, knowing the impact was coming or not changed how quickly each of them could take their next action.
Lessar was already moving her lips.
“Exorcism.”
She stepped further forward.
“The wind of the back left shall quickly disperse. It shall distance itself from the peace and stagnation of the wind of the back left and instead call in calamity and a turning point!!”
She struck her clenched fist forward.
It looked less like Lessar’s small body’s strength was bringing her forward and more like her and Caliche’s bodies were being drawn together by powerful magnetism.
Of course, Caliche had no way to avoid if they were being drawn in towards each other.
However…
“Too slow.”
Along with Caliche’s words, an upside down guillotine blade appeared on the ground.
The blade was about the size of a drawing board and it blocked the path of Lessar’s fist like a metal shutter.
As a clanging noise rang out, another parchment flew through the air.
Lessar pulled out another cloth bag and threw it forward underhanded. She was so close to her enemy that it flew back behind Caliche, but Lessar moved her lips regardless.
“Fire of the right and water of the back, mix the colors of your directions with the wind. The wind of the back right that contrarily holds both the active and the passive becomes that which indicates calamity and a turning point!!”
That time, a light exploded out and an explosive wind was created.
Caliche must have feared being drawn in towards Lessar by the explosion behind her because she twisted her body to the right to escape it.
But that was not Lessar’s aim.
She was after the parchment that was ejected like an empty cartridge after Caliche activated a spell.
The parchment was blown through the air by the wind and Lessar grabbed it between her index finger and middle finger.
“I was right. It’s Ex Voto. It’s a method of more easily causing miracles by communicating your request to the Son of God via a third party such as one of the patron saints throughout history. Using parchment rather than an object is very like a Russian-style cabal. Were you trying to have it correspond to an icon?”
“…!!”
A giant rotating blade like what would be used to cut lumber appeared on the ground.
But Lessar ignored it and continued speaking.
“With Ex Voto, as proof that the prayer by proxy was carried out, the ceremony is ended when an offering related to the prayer is brought to the altar of the patron saint. For example, it could be a text indicating the contents of the prayer carried out. However…” Lessar brought her index finger in near the approaching rotating blade. “It would be simple to determine the method of cancelling the spell once you have that text, don’t you think?”
With a clear noise, the rotating blade shattered.
Lessar did not even give the woman time to be surprised.
She charged through the fragments of ice that glittered like certain types of decorations and headed in close to Caliche.
She held a cloth bag in her hand.
“Fire of the right and wind of the front, mix the colors of your directions with the wind. The wind of the front right which also indicates the active becomes that which indicates attack and change!!”
Caliche knew she could not make it in time.
It would explode before her eyes.
However, she still produced an ice knife from thin air despite knowing it would be futile.
And then…
“Exorcism.”
Lessar continued speaking.
“The wind of the front right shall quickly disperse. It shall distance itself from the attack and change of the wind of the front right and instead indicate defense and immutability!!”
By the time Caliche realized what had happened, it was already over.
The ice knife she had created with her own spell did not stab into Lessar. Instead, it shattered and the many pieces stabbed into Caliche’s own upper body.
The symbol of defense and immutability.
It was as if the knife had been reflected.
