“I am St. Germain. I am the third category that easily separated itself from the mere
magicians yet refused to join the worn-out Magic Gods. I can only be described with the
term ‘St. Germain’. Why can’t you grasp that simple fact?”
Just like someone losing depth perception in a pure-white field of snow, Kamijou Touma’s
mind was thrown into an informational whiteout.

And then he spoke.

“Is that more of your roleplaying?”

The blonde St. Germain’s illusionist’s smile froze, just like cracks entering a jewel.

“I thought it was strange,” spat out Kamijou. “If all you wanted to do was trick Aihana
Etsu into doing something wrong, there would be no point in sealing the Dianoid and
trapping everyone inside. If your goal was blowing me away with the gravity bomb, you
would have no reason to trick Aihana Etsu. And what’s this about that golden shield he
had? If you just wanted to fill him with hate and send him against me, you could’ve just
given him a knife or a gun. You wouldn’t need to make him believe in magic on such short
notice, so a simpler weapon would have made it easier to get him moving. No matter
where you look, your actions weren’t logical.”

“...”

“At first, it all looks like you have some grand master plan, but there wasn’t a plan at all.
That’s the true form of St. Germain. Whether it’s a grudge you’ve held for ten years, a plan
you’ve been working on for twenty, or a goal you’ve sought for thirty, you just make it up
in five seconds and then overwrite your own memories. Of course the plans, thought
processes, and morality of someone like that would be an inconsistent mess. You can’t
keep just one thing up for long.”

That made it impossible to argue against St. Germain on terms of good and evil.

Even if he had killed someone for money, he would claim to have been killing his father’s
murderer as soon as someone questioned him about it. And if anyone accused him of
wrongdoing during his sob story, he would make them out to be a corrupt cop or a bribed
judge before mercilessly slaughtering them. In the very end, his actions would be the just
ones.

“When you first attacked, you claimed you didn’t have time to deal with me since you’d
found Aihana, but that wasn’t the truth. You were scared of Index’s 103,000 grimoires
and Othinus’s experiences as a real Magic God. You were scared of carelessly showing
yourself in front of people who knew how this world really works! That one chance
meeting would reveal all of your lies and place all the blame back on you!!”
That was how he had gotten by.

After piling up so many excuses and indulgences within himself, he had run out and
needed to compare himself to a Magic God. That was how great a magician he was.
“You aren’t a Magic God. But St. Germain? A third category? We’re not talking about beer
here. New definitions don’t just pop up like that! You’re nothing but a normal magician.
You’re just like all the others I’ve seen before. But you were afraid of being called that,
weren’t you!?”

That brought up another issue.

A very fundamental issue.

“Are you really St. Germain?”

“...”

“Or are you someone else who found it easier to use that name!?”

“I have no idea what you are talking about.”

St. Germain gave a wide grin and a few beads of sweat appeared on her small forehead.

“Needless to say, I am the time traveler known as St. Germain who traversed 1500 years
in search of a king to serve and who never seemed to have enough money to keep up with
those filthy nobles, so I used my words to get by when necessary and weren’t they the
inefficient ones for maintaining those wasteful and extravagant customs and it was not
my fault in any way because I did the very best I could for this world and I would assume
you don’t want the world to be overrun by Magic Gods when you know firsthand just how
much of a threat they are and you know that something has to be done if not just one but
multiple have been released into this world and since I have the power to, I must do
something about it and you are the one they are after and are certainly built into their
plans, so destroying you now would force them to correct their plans and it is a shame we
cannot just talk this out, but you simply refuse to understand my perfectly logical
explanation and it is all your fault for not understanding, so it is you that is the problem
here and not me, so there is nothing I need to worry about – simply nothing at all – and
now that I understand that, I can relax and- Defrag complete: Report #1006632901.”

Kamijou Touma slowly narrowed his eyes and shook his head.

He knew she had overwritten everything in just five seconds, but that was exactly why he
said what he said.

“You poor thing.”

The blonde St. Germain bit into the corner of her lip with her canine tooth, and she swung
her Chambord horizontally even though it was broken.

One hundred spears appeared from the wall behind her and rushed toward Kamijou.

However, Hamazura used the Power Lifter’s legs to kick the green spider up into their
path. The flying spider acted as a shield and was skewered in midair. The St. Germain
embedded in the spider’s back frantically separated and escaped.

Despite the repeated sounds of destruction, Kamijou continued speaking.

“But it isn’t because you’re an inconsistent mess with nothing of your own that I feel sorry
for you.”

“Kh.”

“You may be able to fabricate your morality and slip into a century of history in only five
seconds, and you may be able to continue overwriting and overwriting until an optimum
history has been built up in your head.” He seemed to throw his words at her. “But even
after all that, you still can’t escape yourself. That’s why I feel sorry for you. After all, every
magician has a beginning. You begin with some reality you can’t bear to accept, so you
vow to overturn it, carve your magic name into your heart, and then become a magician,
right? Then there has to be a beginning to your lies. No matter how easily you can lie or
how comfortably you can make your way through this world, you can’t escape the initial
event that made you want to start acting. So none of this works as an indulgence for you.
You may be able to deceive everyone else, but you can never deceive yourself.”

“Is that all you have to say?”

“Yes. That’s all I can say here.”

This whole time, Kamijou only spoke from his enemy’s point of view.

“Now it’s your turn to speak. But not to me. Speak to your own heart, you damn con artist.”

Immediately afterwards, their clash resumed.

-Shinyaku Toaru Majutsu no Index Volume 12 Chapter 4 Part 2