A Certain Magical Index Genesis Testament Volume 4

It was a ridiculous conversation, but no one could stop it. They were already paralyzed
down to the finger. The woman(?) had more than one trick up her sleeve. The killer flies
were just one card in her deck.
In fact, every type of scientific technology was her toy.
“Allergens have a much more dramatic effect when absorbed through the skin than
ingested orally, so things not identified as food allergies can still affect you. And this
method does not give you a chance to sense the danger and take measures to avoid it until
it has already taken effect. It lets me bring people down while they remain defenseless.
And unlike cyanide or monkshood, nothing out of the ordinary will be found in the
autopsy. Even the professional investigators will conclude it was an unfortunate accident
where the victim consumed something without realizing their allergy to it.”
“Gah…”
Anaphylactic shock was a cause of death no medical or police investigator would question,
so the executives were shocked a second time to learn it could be induced externally.
The woman took a disinterested glance around the room.
“I see CEO Anna isn’t here. Not that I expected her to be.”
“You just called it a flawless victory, yet a flaw has already presented itself.”
The dog’s exasperated comment did not bother the woman.
She was used to unfortunate coincidences.
She smiled. What did you do when the person you wanted was out? You left a message.
“You know, Miss Sprengel, if you get in the habit of staying home from work, you will find
it harder and harder to ever leave the house again. And I think I should start getting to
work as well.”
The Academy City and Anglican joint force would be arriving at the HQ building before
long, so she had to write out an obvious message that no one could erase and then leave
in a hurry. Nothing here was related to Academy City, so they were bound to transmit it
around the world without hiding anything. That meant the message would reach Anna
Sprengel.
Too easy.
The woman grabbed a dull letter opener from the gorgeous table and touched it to the tip
of her soft index finger. Harming someone with that would require a lot of force. Then
she slowly turned toward the poor victim who was dripping with sweat and unable to
move.

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She held the letter opener with a backhand grip and readied it like it was a stake.
And she smiled.
It was an oddly refreshing smile, but it was a thoroughly “dark side” smile that seemed to
split her mouth apart.
“Aleister Crowley, the human whose life came to an end at Blythe Road, is on his way to
kill you.”

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AFTERWORD

If you picked them up one at a time, welcome back. If you bought them all at once,
welcome.
This is Kamachi Kazuma.
Christmas is over and the story has reached the 26th!! How did you like it? Since GT3 was
so dark and gloomy, I made sure this one had Kamijou Touma running straight toward
the center of the incident. Kamijou Touma and Hamazura Shiage both did their best, so
what made the results so different? I think you can imagine what exactly it was Kamijou
Touma found after he risked his life to fight for a complete stranger while saying he would
do so even if she was a villain.
I also tried to use the Between the Lines sections to visualize the process of the various
theories being proposed and then gradually narrowing in on the truth from chapter to
chapter.
Since I had Stiyl show up for the first time in a while, I decided now was the time to have
him make a harsh decision. He wouldn’t be our sketchy smoker priest without that. And
it’s also just like Kamijou to not even consider cutting ties with him or plotting revenge.
That aside, rune magic sure is convenient, huh? By choosing and carving the rune, dyeing
it, and destroying it, you have a clear visual and physical side to the preparation, activation,
and deactivation of the magic. The only real problem is that it’s a little too powerful and
versatile, so it creates a character who’s too convenient to use all that much.
Accelerator’s trial was first mentioned in GT1 and it was underway in the background of
this volume. Without Anna Sprengel around messing everything up, things actually go
quite well for the #1.
A mother and her daughter was another theme this time, so I focused on Helcalia in the
first half and Melzabeth in the second half. That may be something you haven’t seen much
in the series so far. I also wanted to see how much I could build up Melzabeth’s presence
without actually having her appear until the very end. What did you think of that?
I give my thanks to my illustrators Haimura-san, Itou Tateki-san, and Kasai Shin-san who
did the Five Overs. I also give my thanks to my editors Miki-san, Anan-san, Nakajima-
san, and Hamamura-san. The sand magic isn’t very visually impressive for the effect it
has, so that may have been a challenge. And then there was the terrifying Logistic Hornet.
Thank you for going along with my nonsense again.

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And I give my thanks to the readers. How did you like this story of Kamijou Touma in
America, where he doesn’t understand the language? I think the real Americanness isn’t
found in the big cars and motorcycles, but in Othinus’s comment: “I have a soft spot for
these American toys. Especially two-wheeled ones ridden standing up.” But what did you
think? Until next time!!
It is time to close the pages for now while praying that the pages of the next book will be
opened.
And I lay my pen down for now.
A fictional president needs to be able to pilot a stealth fighter, don’t you think!?
-Kamachi Kazuma

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A voice as lovely as a bell's ring spoke in one corner of the world.

“Oh, you’re done with it already?”

Anna Sprengel, who looked like a ten-year-old girl, shrugged in response.

“That was always the plan for that company.”

“Still. Even if you raised it to be a sacrificial pawn, don’t you grow attached to it while
keeping it nice and warm? And I feel like you would be especially prone to such
capriciousness.”

“Aradia.”

“Sorry. I will keep my mouth shut this time. Especially because I know how bad your
capriciousness can be.”

The woman placed her index finger on her lips, winked, and smiled.

R&C Occultics was a global company not bound by any national borders, so they had they
not needed an HQ building as an obvious central point. Yet they had built one. Why?
Because without a central point, it was impossible to tell if it had been defeated.

In other words, the giant IT company had been set up from the beginning to be destroyed.

This was the same as Aleister Crowley’s allergy attack. They had created a nonexistent
weak point, built it up to the point that it was impossible to ignore, and lured in an
external attack to have it destroyed.

All so they could sneer and watch as the world suffered.

“Now everyone will be shouting to restrict the giant corporations and for the state to
manage the successful. They will insist that the exceptionally rich are sure to use some
ghastly illicit methods, so they need to be torn down, crushed, and pushed face-first into
the mud. They will say the world’s standards must be aligned to the lower classes to
preserve peace and safety.”

Anna Sprengel laughed and stated her conclusion in a singsong voice.

“After causing so much trouble on camera, we will soon be seeing a reign of terror where
anyone who rises even slightly above the masses will be cut down. Hee hee. Maybe you
won’t want to do it, but you will have little choice with the crazed masses forcing their
hand, Mr. President. Your beloved justice has been poisoned so it will kill all of the people
you hope to protect. So enjoy this new age of uncontrollable riots.”

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Anna acted like she reigned over the entire world. She could have done exactly that if she
continued using R&C Occultics and the Rosicrucians instead of sacrificing them, but she
was not actually that fixated on the idea.

She acted more like someone who was sick and tired of having to stand at the top and look
after everyone.

She had had more than enough of providing that sort of help during the mess with the
Golden cabal.

She never wanted to do it again after everything returned to ashes at the Battle of Blythe
Road.

Now it was her turn to have someone look after her. She wanted to enter under someone’s
protection, rely on them for everything, and make all the selfish demands she wanted
whether they had the patience for it or not. But no one in the open part of the world was
capable of ruling over her.

(With Melzabeth’s intelligence and good nature, I thought it would be interesting to obey
her. Being a sensible person and a genius both is a miraculous balancing act. That’s
obvious enough just looking at those Level 5s. Sigh, it really is a shame I lost someone of
even greater character than Einstein.)

But what about in the hidden part of the world? Perhaps nothing there would meet her
expectations either, but she would cross that bridge when she came to it.

The woman named Aradia tilted her head curiously.

“I don’t really care, but does this wild new age mean anything to us?”

“Why not ask Alice? I’m sure she’s as bored as ever.”

“Everything she says is downright indecipherable. It makes me dizzy and I feel like my
brains are spilling out my ears. Listening to her absurdities is like getting lost in the woods.
She really needs to control her dopamine or endorphins better.”

“Well, it is Wonderland.”

“You can tell she’s the real deal since she was faced with that psychedelic nonsense and
still went along with a game of croquet and a trial without questioning any of it,”
responded the witch of the moon and light with an exasperated shrug.

Aradia was “the god of all witches” from a famous witchcraft grimoire. Said to be the
daughter of Diana and Lucifer, she was the goddess who shines in the dark night and it
was said she had taken a physical body and descended to the human world in order to
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witches’ sabbaths around the world were used to worship her and involved rituals
designed to teach people how to resist the oppression of the rich.
It goes without saying that Alice was the name of the protagonist in a world-famous
children’s story. …But was it as well known that the Crowley had suggested that familiar
story as a must-read for those wishing to deepen their understanding of magic? That
eccentric had listed it right along the Goetia and the Golden Bough and he had said it took
on a completely new meaning when read by someone with sufficient knowledge of
Kabbalah.
Now, a question: where did the name Anna Sprengel come from?
Some said it had been entirely invented by Westcott, one of the three founders of the
Golden cabal, and others said it was a reference to Anna Kingsford, a teacher to Westcott
and Mathers. There were any number of theories, but had a conclusive answer ever been
found?
The Rose and the Golden.
This mystical woman had passed between the old and the new world-famous magic cabals
and was a necessary part of them both. But who in the world could say for sure who she
really was?
“Everyone is waiting, Maiden of Nuremburg.”
“Says the picture book witch who was pierced by its many spikes.”

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