These words made Shokuhou Misaki’s expression change slightly.

After a while, she still gave a sweet smile to the electrical princess sitting at the same table.

Although both of them behaved gracefully, their auras were particularly creepy.

“Well…I really can’t like you.”

“That’s right, same here!”

Not enough words to speculate.

The two most famous young ladies of Tokiwadai School also continued to watch the plot.

The focus of the audience is still on the pictures in the live broadcast room.

Unlike Touma who is deeply trapped in self-blame.

The audience looked at the matter more rationally.

Just like what Stiyl said that woke Touma up – those who have not experienced it and do not know the truth have no right to use particularly confident words to deny the arrogant words of others’ life experience so far.

This is arrogance and pretentiousness.

This sentence made Touma retreat and hesitate in his place.

But it is the same question that the audience is thinking about.

He will also gradually go into the in-depth analysis of physiological knowledge, which seems useless on weekdays, but is extremely important when facing magicians.

…

The story stops at this frame.

From between Touma’s pupils, the story goes back several days.

Back to the day we first met.

Touma flinched.

Memories of the past.

It’s 12:15 am… maybe less than ten minutes left.

“…!”

I really want to yell, “Stop it!” I really want to yell, “Give me some more time!” But if I do that, it won’t be Kamijou who will suffer. All the consequences of Kamijou’s willfulness will be imposed on Index.

He had no choice but to admit it.

“My name is Index!”

At this point, there is nothing I can do but admit it.

“I’d be very grateful if you could keep me well fed.”

Admitted that he had no power to save Index.

Kamijou couldn’t wail or roar.

Kamijou could only stare at the ceiling, gritting his teeth…and tears that he could not hold back flowed out.

“……..Magician…I want to ask you…”

Kamijou leaned his blanket against the bookshelf, stared at the ceiling, and asked with a blank expression:

“At this last moment…what should I say to her…how should I say goodbye to her?”

Disappointment, regret… At the last moment, Kamijou Touma chose to compromise and give up for Index’s safety.

It has little to do with the fear of taking on irreversible consequences.

He didn’t dare to take the gamble. Looking at Index, who was tortured by illness and gasping for breath, her iron-like will that could not be dissolved seemed to be showing signs of breaking.

It turns out that I am really just a clown who wants to be a hero…

Just as Stiyl criticized and denounced, he was a heretic who wanted to be the protagonist.

[15% of brain capacity, memory can only be retained for a maximum of one year. If Index is allowed to die due to her own willfulness… this is the result…]

I’m sorry..I’m really sorry.

It seemed that all the bold talk began the moment I heard this accurate news.

It all becomes meaningless.

If he continues to act willfully, the result will be Index’s death.

This kind of selfish and despicable behavior is something Touma would never want to do.

He didn’t want Index to bear the pain of her own choice.

More importantly, now that I have lost all my confidence, am I really qualified to make such a decision for the girl?

Struggle, hesitate.

In the narrow gap between light and darkness, the pain as if from the cauldron of purgatory made the scene in Touma’s eyes seem to turn gray;

At this moment, the picture pauses.

The story narration also replaces the voice in the plot at the same time.

It tells the consequences of Touma taking this wrong step.

“At the crossroads of choice, the boy fell into a quagmire of self-loathing and confusion”

“He hesitated over the magician’s words as to whether he should save the kind nun.”

“That’s right. No matter what choice you make, it is the cause and effect created by the young man himself.”

[Should Index once again become a machine that resets her memory every year, or should she continue to fight against fate…]

The audience took notice.

In the video, the markings show particularly eye-catching numbers.

15 minutes, or a quarter of an hour countdown.

When this time comes, it will be the final deadline for Index to have her memories stripped away.

Considering the desperation of being at the end of one’s rope.

It seems that there is really no way out.

Index wakes up in the fever room.

Touma looked at this girl who had burst into his life at some point, disrupted his daily routine, and also entered his heart to become an indispensable part of his life, and his heart ached as if blood was being cut.

He wanted to apologize, but found the absurd wording too hypocritical.

I wanted to cry, but I realized that such despicable behavior was just an attempt to eliminate my guilt.

He could only tell Index.

Wait for him..

Wait until he is strong enough.

He will do this when he can handle Index’s memory loop.

I see..

The life of Kamijou Touma.

This effort to maintain good or a position has been on the opposite side of “correctness” from the very beginning.

This kind of determination of mine is a stubborn desire for others to act in accordance with my own way.

It is a kind of hypocritical self-indulgence.

Therefore, there is no need for any tears.

“…..Just wait, I will definitely rescue you perfectly next time!” His tone sounded numb and empty, but he still insisted on implementing his principles and speaking with confidence.

His eyes were fixed on the girl.

He waited in a complicated manner, wanting to hear how Index, who was already on her last breath, would interpret these words.

Is it perfunctory? Is it a lie? Or will it be considered as playing dumb?

The answer…neither.

“Well, I’ll wait for you.”

If you don’t know the context, these words just sound like Kamijou, who lost to his enemy, betrayed Index in order to save his life.

But…she wouldn’t think so until the facts prove it.

She smiled.

A smile that is extremely difficult, a perfect smile, a smile that may collapse at any time.

But she still smiled.

He couldn’t understand it at all.

Why can she trust others so much? I really don’t understand it.

However, Touma has already realized something.

Touma told her, when your headache is cured, I will definitely defeat those bad guys and set you free.

Touma told her that they should go to the beach together after the summer tutoring was over.

Touma asked her, when the summer vacation is over, do you want to transfer to our school?

Index said, I want to create many memories between us.

Touma assured her that they would, and we would make a lot of memories.

The question and answer, tearful conversation continued until late at night.

When Index falls into a deep sleep, the final deadline will come.

But at this time, the audience was also scrambling to discuss.

As time goes by, the final limit is approaching.

The audience also became more anxious.

Damn the editing spoilers, it only said that Touma successfully dealt with the matter.

But it didn’t mention the key point..

“Could it be that Touma’s settlement of this matter means that the magicians have decided to return Index, whose memory has been deleted, to Touma? This level of topic is too unfunny… Besides, Touma, you don’t have a chance to start over, is this really okay!?” In the JOJO world, Polnareff pounded on the table, his emotions were mixed…

Touma’s helplessness.

It reminded him of the wheat field.

I recalled the scene of witnessing my sister’s sudden death and being powerless to save her.

“Damn it…is there no way to resolve this situation?”

Romani Agyeman was also typing out his opinions on the keyboard. From a professional doctor’s perspective, he had no way of understanding this matter at all. He could not understand this strange thing that went beyond medical common sense.

It is a reality that people die when they are killed, but… being overwhelmed by memories is too ridiculous.

After muttering to himself for a few words, the doctor leaned on the table and frowned, “By the way, if it is impossible for a brain with 15% capacity to store only one year’s worth of memory, then why is Index’s physiological reaction like this now…”

“This situation…”

After thinking about it, there are only two possibilities, right?

One of them is that the physiques of the people in the world of a Certain Magical Index are indeed completely different from those of the audiences in the ordinary world… But this also doesn’t make sense. If ordinary people can only store seven years of memory, then how did such great achievements and super-technical modern technology like Academy City come about?

Furthermore, if this were the case, how could the residents of Academy City not have relevant records?

After thinking about it, the possibility of [this is a lie] is relatively high, with a 90% probability that it is false.

If you think like this.

The spearhead points directly to another possibility.

In other words…

“It’s the Magic Church that’s lying.”

When Touma in front of the screen saw this, he suddenly woke up.