He descended.

Did this being even know what it meant to alter himself for the benefit of others? So it was not that the sunlight had weakened. Kamijou’s eyeballs must have been forced to adapt. Aiwass.

The Holy Guardian Angel that Aleister Crowley summoned using his beloved wife’s body.

He had long, golden hair and radiant skin. But that skin was endlessly cold, so perhaps it should be described as a pale platinum.

He seemed beautiful, but perhaps that was because he was such a distant being.

He seemed like a jewel, but perhaps that was because he seemed so inorganic.

“A play at Thelema? You should have known from experience that someone would interfere even if you left England and built a temple.”

“It can talk…?”

That alone was worthy of surprise.

Kamijou had seen angels before. For example, he had seen the one known as Gabriel a few times. But they had never made their presence known quite so smoothly. In fact, they had seemed more like machines the closer he got to them.

“I see, I see. So my voice can reach you without distortion this time. That may mean the world had recalled the truth to some extent.”

Aiwass’s shoulders shook in laughter, but no emotion was visible on his face.

“And is it that strange, boy?”

“What…?”

“Fuse Kazakiri was used as a model for me, but she managed to maintain her mind even in her final angelic form.”

He had been created from the ground up by human hands.

From the earliest stages, he was different from a normal angel.

So…what? Was that the correct answer?

“And this is no time to be concerned with such trivial matters.”

Something impossible happened.

The angel smiled.

This was the look of someone who had stumbled across a new hobby while bored out of their mind.

“At the moment, I am your natural enemy.”

It exploded.

What did? Before Kamijou’s mind could catch up, he swung his fist forward and his right arm was bent at an odd angle from the shoulder. Not even the intense pain could keep up. Then something invisible burst from his shoulder and Aiwass grabbed it in his hand while still smiling.

“Ha ha!! It seems to have grown some, but it still has a long way to go. And its purity leaves much to be desired. Aleister, you’ve been making detours, haven’t you!?”

“You talk too much.”

“Very well.”

It happened in the span of a breath. It was just like with Magic God Othinus back in Baggage City. Aiwass squeezed his hand and easily crushed whatever-it-was to death.

“Ah…gah!?”

The pain finally caught up.

Kamijou staggered back while holding his wobbling right shoulder.

“Ignorance truly is a frightening thing,” said Aiwass. “Are you really entrusting your life to three-dimensional distance in a miniature garden where Euclid never applied in the first place?”

Something was coming.

Kamijou clenched his teeth, grabbed his destroyed shoulder, and mustered all of his strength to force the dislocated joint back into place.

As soon as he swung his arm, his body somersaulted backwards. He had just forced his shoulder back into the socket in exchange for so much pain that his vision dimmed, but the joint was dislocated again just a few seconds later.

“Ighgghghghgh! Ghgghghghghghghgghh!?”

(Dammit!! I blocked it, but I still have no idea what happened!!)

If he could at least learn what this attack was in exchange for the damage, he could come up with a plan concerning which way to dodge. But with no results, he could only continue to block the attack.

This was the great treasure built up in order to overpower all of the Magic Gods, including full-power Othinus. That meant this battle would be just as…no, more hellish than that battle.

To Aru NT 18 Chapter 4 Part 4