Read Online A Certain Magical Index, Vol. 7 by Kazuma Kamachi - Free Book Online
Authors: Kazuma Kamachi
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For what reason had they suddenly taken Orsola away?
He knew one thing, though.
They came out suddenly and without warning with blades and had kidnapped someone. And from what it sounded like, it was not just a random occurrence, but something they had planned beforehand and had waited and waited for their chance to come.
“Damn it!!”
Kamijou peered into the triangular hole in the ground. As it was dark, his depth perception was a little off, but it didn’t seem too steep to him. He faced the hole, about to jump in, when…
“Wait! Don’t do it, Touma!!”
The very moment Index shouted…
Glitter
—light glinted off dozens of blades in the darkness.
As if reflecting a little bit of light from the evening sun, the orange rays radiated and twisted inside the sewer. With the light from the blades, only the faint outlines of those hidden underground came into view. The sight reminded him of bandits wielding rusted swords and axes, waiting with bated breath in the thickets beside a thin mountain trail for their sacrifices to pass by.
A ball of pure malice blew straight into his face like a burst of hot wind.
In an instant, Stiyl, beside Kamijou, whose movements had been locked down, pulled out cards with runes inscribed on them.
He threw the four cards on the ground, positioning them around himself.
“TIAFIMH (There is a fire in my hand), IHTSOAS (it has the shape of a sword), AIHTROC (and it has the role of conviction)!!” Stiyl shouted, flicking his cigarette directly upward. An orange trail followed it up, and in the next moment, a sword made of flames jumped into his hand along that line.
The newly created source of powerful light immediately wiped away the darkness in the sewer.
Stiyl brought the flame sword around in a large arc…but then stopped suddenly.
Inside the sewer illuminated by the flame sword, there was nobody. All those people had vanished into thin air along with the darkness that had been wiped away. All of those silhouettes in the hole holding swords, as well as Orsola, who should have fallen in, had disappeared in the blink of an eye—like a pack of sea lice attached to a riverbank all running away at once.
The paper balloon that had been lazily floating overhead slowly descended to them.
Nobody reached out a hand for it as it fell into the triangular carved hole in the ground.
“Shit! What the hell is going on here?” demanded Kamijou as if spitting something out. “Hey! You’re gonna explain this to me in full, right?”
“Actually, I am the one who’d like an explanation for this,” responded Stiyl Magnus, as if to crush the paper balloon under his foot.
INTERLUDE ONE
At last, the sun set on the shore, fortified with man-made objects, and the night was welcomed in.
It was a craggy area only a few hundred meters from a swimming beach. Just onshore was a cliff almost ten meters tall, and tetrapods were piled up high so that waves wouldn’t erode it.
Now that the sun had completely set, the sea was covered in a deep black.
Then, as if awaiting the night’s arrival, a hand appeared from the surface of the dark water.
It wasn’t just a hand—it was a covered one. Heavily armored fingers, shining in silver, grabbed hold of one of the concrete tetrapods. Then, a person in Western-style full-plate armor broke the surface of the water and climbed up onto it. Clad in steel from head to toe, it was questionable whether there was even a person inside.
When the first one made it to land, twenty more of the “knights” emerged from the water’s surface. One after another, they climbed atop the tetrapods, emulating the first. The lettering emblazoned on the arms of their armor read U NITED K INGDOM —letters that also represented the nation called England.
They had swum here.
That wasn’t a figure of speech. They had begun in England,rounded the Cape of Good Hope, passed through the Indian Ocean, and had at last infiltrated the water of faraway Japan.
It was
He knew one thing, though.
They came out suddenly and without warning with blades and had kidnapped someone. And from what it sounded like, it was not just a random occurrence, but something they had planned beforehand and had waited and waited for their chance to come.
“Damn it!!”
Kamijou peered into the triangular hole in the ground. As it was dark, his depth perception was a little off, but it didn’t seem too steep to him. He faced the hole, about to jump in, when…
“Wait! Don’t do it, Touma!!”
The very moment Index shouted…
Glitter
—light glinted off dozens of blades in the darkness.
As if reflecting a little bit of light from the evening sun, the orange rays radiated and twisted inside the sewer. With the light from the blades, only the faint outlines of those hidden underground came into view. The sight reminded him of bandits wielding rusted swords and axes, waiting with bated breath in the thickets beside a thin mountain trail for their sacrifices to pass by.
A ball of pure malice blew straight into his face like a burst of hot wind.
In an instant, Stiyl, beside Kamijou, whose movements had been locked down, pulled out cards with runes inscribed on them.
He threw the four cards on the ground, positioning them around himself.
“TIAFIMH (There is a fire in my hand), IHTSOAS (it has the shape of a sword), AIHTROC (and it has the role of conviction)!!” Stiyl shouted, flicking his cigarette directly upward. An orange trail followed it up, and in the next moment, a sword made of flames jumped into his hand along that line.
The newly created source of powerful light immediately wiped away the darkness in the sewer.
Stiyl brought the flame sword around in a large arc…but then stopped suddenly.
Inside the sewer illuminated by the flame sword, there was nobody. All those people had vanished into thin air along with the darkness that had been wiped away. All of those silhouettes in the hole holding swords, as well as Orsola, who should have fallen in, had disappeared in the blink of an eye—like a pack of sea lice attached to a riverbank all running away at once.
The paper balloon that had been lazily floating overhead slowly descended to them.
Nobody reached out a hand for it as it fell into the triangular carved hole in the ground.
“Shit! What the hell is going on here?” demanded Kamijou as if spitting something out. “Hey! You’re gonna explain this to me in full, right?”
“Actually, I am the one who’d like an explanation for this,” responded Stiyl Magnus, as if to crush the paper balloon under his foot.
INTERLUDE ONE
At last, the sun set on the shore, fortified with man-made objects, and the night was welcomed in.
It was a craggy area only a few hundred meters from a swimming beach. Just onshore was a cliff almost ten meters tall, and tetrapods were piled up high so that waves wouldn’t erode it.
Now that the sun had completely set, the sea was covered in a deep black.
Then, as if awaiting the night’s arrival, a hand appeared from the surface of the dark water.
It wasn’t just a hand—it was a covered one. Heavily armored fingers, shining in silver, grabbed hold of one of the concrete tetrapods. Then, a person in Western-style full-plate armor broke the surface of the water and climbed up onto it. Clad in steel from head to toe, it was questionable whether there was even a person inside.
When the first one made it to land, twenty more of the “knights” emerged from the water’s surface. One after another, they climbed atop the tetrapods, emulating the first. The lettering emblazoned on the arms of their armor read U NITED K INGDOM —letters that also represented the nation called England.
They had swum here.
That wasn’t a figure of speech. They had begun in England,rounded the Cape of Good Hope, passed through the Indian Ocean, and had at last infiltrated the water of faraway Japan.
It was
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