Chapter 797: Silver-Haired Nun Magician Index! Frenda Brainwashed Her Sister to Be a Pet?
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Misaka Mikoto: "Ren, there's a tricky matter here that might require you to come over."
Ren: "What is it?"
Shokuhou Misaki: "A magician has appeared in Academy City."
Misaka Mikoto: "And she's wearing a nun's habit."
Ren: "Oh?"
He pulled back slightly, lifting his cheek from between a pair of incredibly soft, tender thighs.
Takanashi Rikka lay beneath him, her chest heaving as she blinked up at him with misty, questioning eyes.
Ren stroked her hair, his voice dropping into a soft, coaxing murmur. "Rikka, let me take you to pull weeds in Egypt one last time. I have to leave for a bit right after."
"Mm-hmm..."
Knowing that Ren wouldn't pause unless it was something urgent, Rikka nodded obediently, her cheeks flushed. She was already thoroughly satisfied, her body melting into the sheets.
The reason he was so eager to head over to Misaka Mikoto's location...
Was simply because the mention of a 'nun magician' immediately brought a very specific, memorable glutton to mind.
"Hmph! Hmph! I told you, why won't any of you believe me?!"
Inside the sleek, high-tech confines of the Board of Directors building, a young girl stomped her foot against the polished floor in sheer frustration. She was completely surrounded by a formidable lineup of Academy City's finest: Misaka Mikoto, Shokuhou Misaki, Mugino Shizuri, and the rest of their inner circle.
The girl possessed long, flowing silver hair that cascaded all the way down to her waist, framing a pair of bright green eyes and snow-white skin. She looked to be around fourteen or fifteen years old, but her petite stature gave her an even younger, almost doll-like impression.
Her attire, however, was what truly made her stand out like a sore thumb among the modern espers.
She wore a pure white, ultra-luxurious monastic robe woven from high-grade silk and heavily embroidered with gold thread. It draped down to her ankles like a full-length gown. Instead of a traditional veil, a single piece of cloth wrapped securely around her head, pinned in place. While normal monastic habits were strictly black, hers was a pristine white, the complex gold embroidery along every hem making her look more like a high-class porcelain teacup than a servant of God.
This was the Walking Church.
After being found unconscious and subsequently waking up, the girl had proudly declared herself to be Index—a nun belonging to the English Puritan Church, Necessarius, and a genuine magician from the magic side.
Not long ago, upon hearing the girls discuss Himegami Aisa's unique affliction, Index suddenly claimed she had the perfect solution to the Deep Blood problem.
Acting on that claim, Mikoto immediately dispatched one of the Misaka Sisters to bring Himegami Aisa to the building.
Just moments ago, Index had placed a silver Celtic Cross around Himegami's neck.
According to the silver-haired nun, this Celtic Cross possessed the same barrier properties as her Walking Church and could effectively seal away Himegami's Deep Blood ability. She warned that if the cross was ever removed, the vampire-attracting power would instantly reactivate.
That was her explanation, anyway.
The problem? Not a single person in the room bought it. Even Himegami Aisa herself stared at the cross with blatant skepticism.
This was Academy City. The absolute pinnacle of the scientific world, a metropolis built entirely around the development of espers. The very concept of a 'magic barrier' sounded like absolute nonsense.
Mugino Shizuri crossed her arms, her brown hair shifting as she raised a haughty eyebrow. "Hey," she drawled, her tone dripping with impatience. "You aren't just some pint-sized swindler, are you?"
Takitsubo Rikou nodded slowly, her droopy eyes narrowing in suspicion. "That's right. Swindlers always use tricks like this. They give you something for free first, and then they demand an exorbitant amount of money later!"
Dolly tapped her index finger against her chin, tilting her head in genuine curiosity. "Then... how much would a cross like this even cost?"
"Tch. Whatever it is, it's definitely a rip-off."
The voice didn't belong to Shokuhou Misaki, but rather to a young woman with long, wavy blonde hair standing right beside Dolly, her arms folded defensively.
Keisaku Mitori.
She was Dolly's very first friend. After being rescued and brought back by the combined efforts of Dolly and Shokuhou Misaki, Mitori had initially refused to believe her eyes. But once she confirmed that the girl standing before her was truly the Dolly she had lost, the two had embraced tightly, shedding bitter tears of joy.
Following their reunion, Dolly had explained everything to Mitori, extending an invitation to join them at the Board of Directors. Mitori had agreed without a second of hesitation.
Partially, it was to stay by her precious friend's side.
But mostly, she desperately wanted to see the man who had pulled off the impossible. The man who had revived Dolly and the other Misaka Sisters, single-handedly rewritten the entire power structure of Academy City, and—most shockingly of all—the man who was currently sleeping with Dolly.
"Damn it! Why won't any of you just believe me?!" Index cried out, her green eyes darting between their deeply unconvinced faces, her anxiety spiking.
Frenda planted her hands firmly on her hips, puffing out her chest as she snorted. "Don't take us for fools! How could magic possibly exist? You're definitely just suffering from a massive case of chuunibyou!"
"Sister, you shouldn't be so rude..."
A soft tug on Frenda's sleeve drew attention to the girl standing right beside her. She shared the same fluffy blonde hair and striking resemblance, looking like a miniature version of the explosive-loving mercenary.
Her name was Fremea Seivelun, Frenda's younger sister.
Taking Ren's previous instructions to heart, Frenda had officially brought her little sister into the fold. More than that, she had taken it upon herself to teach Fremea some very special knowledge regarding her new life.
"Frenda, she isn't a chuunibyou."
A calm, distinctly male voice suddenly echoed through the room, cutting through the chatter of the gathered women.
The next second—chaos erupted.
A chorus of high-pitched screams bounced off the walls.
Misaka Mikoto slapped both hands over her burning red face, peeking through her fingers as she shrieked, "Ren! Why aren't you wearing any clothes?!"
"Tsk. I came over in a hurry. It doesn't matter anyway," Ren replied, his tone completely unfazed by his own glaring nudity. He didn't bother trying to cover himself up, standing tall and entirely unashamed under the blinding fluorescent lights.
With a casual wave of his hand, a surge of energy washed over him, and a fresh set of clothes materialized perfectly onto his body.
"There. All good now."
His quick dressing managed to ease the immediate panic, but a thick, awkward tension still hung heavily in the air.
Keisaku Mitori, meanwhile, completely ignored the awkwardness, her eyes raking over Ren with intense, unabashed curiosity.
If she remembered correctly, Dolly's man was named Ren. Which meant this shamelessly naked intruder was him. He seemed like an incredibly bizarre individual.
However... looking at him now, she finally understood why Dolly's voice dripped with such sweet, burning affection whenever she mentioned him.
Not only was his skin flawless and his muscular build explosively perfect, but his 'assets' were exaggerated to a degree that completely shattered Mitori's common sense.
She mentally compared that monstrous weapon to Dolly's incredibly delicate, petite frame...
Mitori inhaled sharply, her imagination running wild. That thing would reach the stomach in a single step... Dolly, how on earth did you survive?
Upon seeing Ren fully clothed, Frenda immediately grabbed her little sister's shoulders and shoved the heavily blushing girl forward.
"Master! This is my little sister!" Frenda announced, her chest puffed out in pride.
Fremea, who had been thoroughly brainwashed by Frenda into believing she was now Ren's exclusive property, stumbled forward. Her eyes spun dizzyingly as she bowed her head. "M-Master! I'm Fremea! P-Please take care of me!"
Ren blinked, looking at Frenda in mild confusion.
The blonde mercenary was practically vibrating in place, staring up at him with an excited, expectant expression that practically screamed: Praise me! Reward me! Let me pull weeds in Egypt!
Ren immediately understood.
This crazy girl had actually 'trained' her own flesh and blood to be his pet before he even arrived.
Honestly?
He couldn't even complain. It was fantastic. He absolutely loved it.
Chuckling, Ren reached out and affectionately rubbed both of their blonde heads. "Good girls. I'll reward you both later."
Satisfied, he finally turned his attention back to Index.
The silver-haired nun was staring at him, her face flushed a deep shade of crimson from the unexpected flashbang of nudity she had just witnessed.
Despite her embarrassment, she swallowed hard, mustering every ounce of her courage as she looked up at him. "Do you... do you really believe I'm a magician?"
Ren's lips curved into a warm, gentle smile.
"That's right. I believe you are a magician."
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