Anime, Girlfriend Shokuhou Misaki

"This is?"

Fremea, who was eating, was shocked by the scenery outside the window.

In fact, it wasn't just Fremea, but also Haramura Makoto and Flanda sitting across from her.

"Index, what are you doing here?"

Outside the glass window, a girl in a nun's habit, with long silver hair, like a demon, was趴着 on the glass, her eyes fixed on them.

No, I shouldn't say that.

To be precise, she should be staring at the food on their table.

"Index?"

"Um...ah...um..."

Don't get me wrong, this isn't some strange sound, it's purely the sound humans make when they eat.

But this frequency isn't a sound that ordinary people can make, it's definitely a hungry ghost.

The sound that a hungry ghost can make.

And now this hungry ghost is next to Flanda, devouring the food on the table like a whirlwind.

Haramura Makoto, Fremea, and Flanda all stopped eating, all looking at Index with astonishment.

Just now, ten servings, no, no, fifteen servings of food had been swallowed by this seemingly thin girl.

Her stomach was like a bottomless pit, she ate so much, but her abdomen didn't bulge at all, it was still quite flat.

"What's going on, Index, isn't Kamijou-san with you?"

"He just told me he was going to find you."

Resting his left cheek on his hand, Haramura Makoto tilted his head, watching Index with interest.

Usually, these two guys are so clingy, but Kamijou Touma isn't with her.

"Touma didn't come to find me at all."

Pouting her mouth, Index was full of anger.

She specially wanted to cheer for Kamijou Touma, and even practiced a set of cheering dances, but she couldn't find the person at all.

Her current anger value has climbed to the peak.

"That's really strange, didn't Kamijou-san leave you any contact information or anything?"

Haramura Makoto continued to ask.

"Yes, Touma taught me, but he hasn't called me."

Index swallowed something with difficulty in her mouth, and took out her mobile phone from her skirt pocket and put it on the table.

"Your battery is dead, right."

Flanda reached out and pressed it, and then made a very firm assertion.

"If the battery is dead, no matter how many calls the other party makes, you won't be able to receive them."

"Is that so?"

"Then can you help me charge it?"

Index blinked her eyes ignorantly, and then pushed her mobile phone towards Haramura Makoto.

Among the people here, Haramura Makoto was the only one she had met once.

And that day, Touma seemed to trust Haramura Makoto very much, since he was someone Kamijou Touma trusted, then she could trust him too.

Otherwise, even if she was a foodie, she wouldn't just sit at the table if someone invited her.

"Of course, Flanda."

"Yes, I know."

Flanda stood up resignedly, took Index's mobile phone, and went to negotiate with the clerk.

"Well then, I'll help you contact Kamijou-san."

A few points of interest ignited in Haramura Makoto's eyes.

This is a very simple reasoning.

The fact that he hasn't contacted Index for so long means that Kamijou Touma forgot to contact Index, or he doesn't have time to contact Index.

Or, Kamijou Touma is currently in trouble and doesn't want to involve Index, so he is cutting off contact with Index on his own.

Then, based on Kamijou Touma's physique and personality, the answer can almost be deduced.

And he is now very interested in what Kamijou Touma is doing.

"Hello, Kamijou-san, what are you doing now? I just happened to meet a hungry Index here."

The call was immediately connected.

Haramura Makoto's eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.

(He's running, he's running, judging from the panting, he's running.)

"Sorry, Haramura, is Index there with you? Can you trouble me to take care of her for a while?"

"I have something urgent to take care of and can't spare the time. I'll pick her up as soon as I'm done."

Kamijou Touma's voice came directly from the other end of the phone. Index, like a puppy who had heard her master's order, immediately stopped eating, jumped up from her seat, and stretched out her hands towards Haramura Makoto.

"Touma—!"

Haramura Makoto, on the other hand, unceremoniously used his hand to restrain Index.

"It's okay, but doesn't Kamijou-san need help over there?"

"If you need it, I can help."

Haramura Makoto's tone became a little slow and deliberate.

"No, no need, please take care of Index for a while."

"It's not a big deal on my end, I'll be able to solve it soon."

After speaking, Kamijou Touma hurriedly hung up the phone, as if he was afraid that Haramura Makoto would want to get involved.

"Flanda!"

"Yes!"

Flanda, who had just returned, stood up straight, looking respectful, perfectly interpreting the word 'lackey'.

"Take care of those two, I'm going to take care of something."

……

"It's really annoying, do you want to catch me that much?"

In a corner of Academy City, a beautiful woman with a fluffy long golden curly hair and fair skin was panting softly, while constantly scanning her surroundings with her blue eyes.

This woman's attire can be described as quite strange. Although she is wearing light gray denim trousers, the buttons on her upper body are only buttoned at the chest, which can barely be considered to cover her proud bust, revealing her delicate belly button and smooth flat abdomen. The buttons on her lower body's jeans are simply not buttoned, but loosely tied with a belt, as if they could fall down at any time, revealing the hidden mysterious position.

Her whole body exudes a strong aura of temptation.

However, that's okay, after all, everyone has their own freedom to dress. The real thing that makes people care is that she is carrying something wrapped in cloth bags, like a long wooden board, under her armpit.

Such a tempting dress attracted the attention of many males along the way.

"Sure enough, I still need to solve the guy who's been tracking me first."

"Otherwise, this will never end."

Looking at the blue sky, the woman bit her tongue, and a flash of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes.

Turning her head, the woman made a preparatory posture for running at full speed.

"Um, excuse me, this scantily clad lady."

"My friend has been chasing you very hard, can you please wait a moment?"

Even though her ears didn't hear any sound, it was as if the sound was directly sent into her mind. The woman's footsteps, which were originally about to move, instantly stiffened, stopped in place, and her pupils shrank.

At the same time, a line of sight also fell on her without concealment.

Looking towards the direction of the line of sight, the figure of a young man directly came into the woman's eyes, and her face immediately hung with a strong guard, but she still maintained a fairly forced smile.

"Oh, little brother, do you want to chat up with this big sister?"

"Although this big sister is also very interested in younger types, but this big sister has something very important to do now, so this big sister won't accompany you."

A word card inlaid with a metal ring suddenly appeared in the woman's hand.

"Tear——"

Her thumb moved nimbly, and she directly tore off the top card of the pile and held it in her mouth.

There were also several magical symbols written on the card.

"Shadow Sword!"

The word card bitten on the top suddenly emitted light, and then disappeared, and then it turned into a mass of substantial black energy wrapped around the woman's right hand.

"I already said it, right."

"I told you to wait here for my friend. Did I not make myself clear enough for you to not understand?"

What was faster than the woman's movements was Haramura Makoto's suddenly disappearing figure.

The woman's pupils shrank, but by the time she reacted and wanted to adjust her posture in the air, her abdomen suddenly endured an unimaginable impact. Along with the almost fainting pain, the woman fell directly to the ground like a cannonball.

"Pfft——"

Assaulting people in the street, and it's still during the Great Basting Festival. I don't know how many people are here.

Reporting to the Anti-Skill and the security guards, it is estimated that someone should have done it long ago.

But the reality is not the case. The surrounding pedestrians have left here on their own for some reason, before Haramura Makoto took action and directly slapped this woman away.

"Oriana Thomson, a famous 'delivery person' in the magic world, known as 'Tracking Lockdown', is best at running away..."

That was a man who was over 1.9 meters tall, with red shoulder-length hair, thick silver rings on all ten fingers, silver earrings all over his ears, and a barcode-like tattoo under his right eye, dressed as a priest.

He also said the sentence just now.

As for the other one, that is the unlucky protagonist, Mr. Kamijou Touma.

"Haramura, why are you here?"

Kamijou Touma looked quite shocked.

Haramura Makoto raised his eyebrows and showed a faint smile at the corner of his mouth.

"Because I heard that Kamijou-san seemed to have encountered some difficult troubles, so I asked someone to investigate Kamijou-san's location."

"I don't think Kamijou-san would mind this kind of thing."

"No, no."

At this time, another man's voice thought in this space. This voice sounds very frivolous and prodigal just by listening to it.

And the direction of the voice source is the mobile phone that Kamijou Touma is holding up.

"Vice Director Haramura, you have really helped us a lot."

"You've heard of me? Who are you?"

Haramura Makoto's eyes narrowed, and he became interested in the man on the other side of Kamijou Touma's mobile phone.

Obviously, his title just now was aimed at his position in the Artificial Workshop.

The only one who knows that his position exists is that guy Aleister.

So, this guy has a close relationship with Aleister, so much so that Aleister told him about his affairs.

"I'm Tsuchimikado Motoharu, and I'm also working for that person."

Haramura Makoto nodded lightly, then turned his gaze and aimed it at the tall red-haired man.

"Tch——"