Toaru Majutsu no Index:GT Volume6 Chapter3
Status: Incomplete
3/6 parts completed
Chapter 3: The Transcendent Blossoms – Sabbat_VS_Witch_Hunt.
Part 1
Kamijou threw open the stainless-steel back entrance.
The winter sky was still blue since it was 3 or maybe a bit later. Soaking themselves in the hot spa had been a bad idea even if it had been part of a plan. He thought the north wind was going to freeze him solid.
“Damn!!”
He didn’t have time to worry about that.
Transcendent Aradia would be back soon. Kamijou and the Bologna Succubus alone could not protect that large shopping mall with so many entrances. Aradia already knew they were in the Miyashita Ark, so staying there would be like asking her to launch a surprise attack and kill them.
He lent the Bologna Succubus his shoulder and half-shouted his questions. But not because he was overexcited. He was afraid she wouldn’t hear him otherwise.
That was how weak she was.
But she still wrapped him up in her light pink wings like a cloak. She wanted to give him as much of her remaining body heat as she could.
“What do we do now!? We need somewhere to hide if I’m going to treat your wound!!”
“Hee hee.”
“What is it now, Bologna Succubus?”
“I’m just thinking how glad I am I risked my life to save you. Here, I’ll reward you with a nice tight hug☆”
“T-take this seriously!”
She pouted her lips at that.
“Goodness gracious. So you want my request? Then I say a sauna or a capsule hotel would be safest. A sand bath or an enzyme bath would do if you want to have more fun with it.”
“What is it with you and baths?”
“Fine, would you prefer a love hotel or soapland? At a massage parlor, you can put on paper underwear and get a mystery gel rubbed all over your back. Do they have showers you can use there?”
“What is it with you and…that stuff!?”
Kamijou was blushing now and the Bologna Succubus giggled weakly. She could barely stand up straight, but she was amused by his reactions.
“First, I’m interested in Japan’s strange bath culture. And second, an indoor facility with lots of small rooms separated out like honeycombs suits our needs best. Karaoke boxes and manga cafés don’t give you must privacy as a deterrent against crime, so we have to look at the more adult destinations instead.”
So was the lowest hurdle among them the capsule hotel?
Kamijou checked his map app with his empty hand.
“Damn, I’m getting more and more poisoned by the smartphone culture. I get worried whenever I can’t look something up on here first.”
They made their way to the map icon closest to the Miyashita Ark.
The place was deserted.
Had everyone left with all those creepy faces appearing? Or was the place made so you could check in without interacting with a real person? Either way, no one stopped them as they walked right through the front desk area. Kamijou’s clothes were still soaked, so he appreciated the warmth of the heater. It was enough to make him teary-eyed.
“What the hell is this?”
Something like coin lockers for giants lined the walls. The doors were 1m squares of translucent frosted glass, but that was it. Each box was a room just big enough for someone to get some sleep inside. It reminded him of a sterile spaceship in an SF movie or maybe an extremely efficient prison.
He wasn’t sure he could carry the weak Bologna Succubus to a higher level and he didn’t need to anyway. He pushed her into a box on the bottom level and had her lie on her back.
He was chilled to the bone, but treating her was more urgent than heating himself.
He leaned into the same space and immediately detected a sweet scent. He hadn’t noticed it before, but it probably came from her hair.
“So I want to treat your wound, but where were you hit? No covering up with your hands! Or your wings! Just let me see. Actually, are a succubus’s organs even in all the same places as human ones?”
“Oh, you licentious lad. Are you that eager to get into my underwear?☆”
“I’m going to assume these jokes mean it’s not that serious. Do you want those to be your last words!?”
“But how else do you plan to see underneath this?”
He froze. She must have liked the attention because she slapped his cheek with her pink tail.
That light pink lingerie was the only thing she wore and it was a one-piece corset that covered her from top to bottom like a bunny girl. When Aradia had kicked her back in the hot spa, it had been in the stomach, but that was the hardest spot to check with that outfit. The waist was fitted pretty tightly. In fact, it had to be the tightest part of the entire thing. Q: You want to see a bunny girl’s navel without having to see her boobs or butt in the process. How do you accomplish this? A: ………Why wasn’t there an answer!?
This was first aid. It was a necessary medical procedure!
Kamijou kept trying to convince himself of that in front of the defenseless young woman, but he couldn’t seem make himself actually do anything.
“Oh, no. I don’t think there’s any other option. But how do you even take one of these off?”
“Sorry, boy. I can’t help it I’m such a natural virgin killer, so try to be patient with me.”
“Why am I taking such massive psychological damage when I’m only trying to selflessly help someone!? It’s like my heart is a hunk of ice being chipped away with an icepick!!”
He got carried away and bumped his head into the low ceiling.
He was left to sob with his hands over his face, so the Bologna Succubus put her hands on her hips while still lying on her back. But she didn’t seem angry with the pathetic boy who couldn’t just enjoy the situation he found himself in. Instead, he heard a strange ziiiip sound from either side of her hips. She was undoing the zippers there.
She used her wings to push her back up from the bed.
“There we go.”
“Ahhh!?”
She pulled the thin material down to her navel and rolled it up there. It was a lot like someone pulling off their school swimsuit’s shoulder straps and half removing the swimsuit.
“Hee hee. I appreciate the mighty big reaction, boy. It’s a real confidence booster.”
Being a succubus, she didn’t seem to mind at all. She even placed her hands behind her head. The two big things jiggled on top of her chest and Kamijou blushed so bright he thought his face was going to explode. It was super awkward because she made no effort to cover up and even grinned up at him. He wanted to politely look away from that part of her that now had only her hair to cover it, but that wasn’t an option. She was injured and needed treatment.
“I would recommend getting this over with quickly. Aradia is working to recover as well. If we can recover faster, than we have a chance to send an attack her way. Every second wasted reduces our odds of survival.”
“You’re certain Aradia will come back for us?”
“Unquestionably.”
He couldn’t send the Bologna Succubus back into such a deadly fight while still injured. He needed to at least provide first aid to stabilize her condition. He looked back down at her body and noticed a purplish discoloration above her navel. A large one too. About the size of a child’s fist.
“Yikes.”
“Hell’s bells. That kind of reaction is a lot scarier than any kind of scientific threat, you know?”
“But what do I do about this? I-is this internal bleeding? Since I don’t see an open wound here, I don’t think disinfectant or a bandage will help. Applying a compress seems like the only thing I can do.”
“That should be enough. It’s only a bruise, albeit a severe one. It is internal bleeding and I know it looks bad, but it doesn’t look like a major artery or organ was affected.”
“How can you be so sure?”
“If the internal bleeding was that serious, I would have passed out from blood loss as soon as I loosened the waist constriction. This is very tight to protect the dreams of boys like you.”
The simple store in the hotel sold most basic medical equipment.
Kamijou soon returned with a variety of options.
“Is a warm compress or a cold one best for this?”
“A nice, cool one. You wouldn’t heat up a lump on your head, would you?”
He just took her word for it and peeled off the compress’s clear film like he was unwrapping the single-slice cheese used for toast.
Then he faced her again.
“Okay, I’m going to apply it.”
“Hee hee☆ Have at it, boy. I’m ready for- bdflkbhldfh!?”
“Yikes!! Bologna!”
“Krlrlrl- ah ha ha. That was chillier than I expected and I have very sensitive skin. You did nothing wrong, so keep going.”
Was that just her common tones breaking down?
He thought something had exploded inside her.
“This compress really smells.”
“Aromas are more noticeable in a small space like this.”
The Bologna Succubus reached out a hand while lying on that minimal bed. It made her look like a good-looking but lazy young woman reaching for some snacks. He wished she would cover up those large things with her hands since her hair was doing a very poor job of it. Or she could use her pink wings or tail. She had plenty of options!!
The topless Western woman (!?) remained oblivious to that wish.
“Do you have any painkillers?”
“I brought over everything they had, but don’t ask me what any of it is. Oh, this says it’s a cold medicine. And this is a sleeping pill?”
“My, oh, my. What is some loxoprofen doing here? Don’t you normally need a prescription for that? But I want a little more than that. Ooh, an anticonvulsive. Since it isn’t from my flesh or bones, I’m guessing this pain is related to my smooth muscle, so I’ll be taking that☆”
“Wait, um, taking it? But I just carried this over for you to see! You can pay for it yourself, I hope!?”
Kamijou didn’t know much about painkillers (despite having been in and out of the hospital more than the stereotypical sickly girl), but if she was happy with it, he wasn’t going to argue. In fact, he was a little surprised that ordinary drugs even worked on her.
“I think that’s all you can do for me. Oh, but this drug is supposed to be taken with food, so I should eat something. Hmm, I’ll probably heal faster if I eat this takoyaki, tenkasu, and mayo sandwich they’re offering.”
“Why would you go for a mass of grease and carbs that even a high school boy like me would shy away from?”
The demoness really did buy the mystery sandwich. She turned out to be the type who eats triangular foods by holding the bottom two corners in her hands while she nibbled at the top corner. That was weirdly cute. Maybe her younger habits never faded since demons(?) didn’t age. Whatever the case, Kamijou thought his heart was going to stop from the combination of the childish mannerisms and her large and topless chest.
She again demonstrated her opposition to littering by balling up the sandwich wrapper for easy disposal later.
“Mmm. That was good. And a full stomach makes me sleepy.”
She stretched her arms up while sitting up on her knees now. She was once more leaving herself with nothing but her hair to cover up and the ceiling was so low her palms ended up pressed against it, but she looked happy enough. Had that greasy sandwich really healed her? Surely not. The more he learned about Transcendent physiology, the more confused he got.
“Now we need to get our clothes dry. Oi, quit leaving the capsule every chance you get, boy. Climb back in here with me.”
“Why should I?”
“Because the capsules let you set their temperature and humidity. If I lower the humidity as far as it goes and crank up the heat, it should function like a dryer.”
“Are the SDGs just a joke to you!?”
But it was true he was going to freeze to death as things were, so he had no choice but to crawl into the cramped space with her.
He made sure to apologize to the god in heaven before succumbing to the demon’s temptation.
“What is this sweet scent? The compress didn’t smell like this, so is there something in the air conditioning filter?”
“Buzz. Wrong. That would be my cleavage. The bare skin may give off more milky pheromones than the half-dried underwear.”
“…”
“Sorry for being a virgin killer in more than just the visual way, boy.”
Does she have to keep bringing that up!? Kamijou did his best not to look at the winking young woman a mere 50cm away from him. She must have enjoyed teasing him because she was in a very good mood and even cackled while switching to a cross-legged position.
But what were they supposed to do now?
He was honestly unsure how healed she was, but she had been hit pretty badly. And Aradia had apparently received a weird boost to her power brought on by desperation. Kamijou couldn’t instantly power himself up and it would be heartless to throw the Bologna Succubus into the line of fire every time he sensed danger.
He could only think of one option.
“Let’s meet up with Index and the others,” he whispered.
“You mean the grimoire library?”
“And Othinus too. They might give us the clue we need. You keep talking about the Bridge Builders Cabal and Transcendents, so I think it would be best to see what some magic experts have to say.”
“I suppose that makes sense,” said the Bologna Succubus while belatedly putting those big things back in the chest of her underwear and adjusting their position a little. Kamijou blushed, but he was more fascinated with the discovery of how a bunny girl costume was actually put on.
“However, that is easier said than done. How exactly do you plan on doing it? I doubt you would run into them if you just ran around the large open world of Shibuya.”
“So would it be best to send them some kind of sign that we’re in this capsule hotel?”
“What if Aradia sees it? Then the inevitable battle would begin before we had time to prepare.”
“Th-then it just has to be a subtle sign that only Index would notice.”
“A quiet whisper will never reach every corner of Shibuya.”
She shot down his every idea. Unfortunately, she was right.
A noticeable sign would be noticed by Aradia, but a subtle one wouldn’t reach Index. He wracked his brains for a solution until…
“Oh.”
“Hm? Wh-what now, boy?”
“I’ve found the answer. There really is a way of sending an obvious sign to Index no matter where she is in Shibuya while that transcendent magician Aradia remains none the wiser!!”
“Th-there is!? O-out with it then! Gulp.”
He raised his trembling head and gave her the deadly serious look of someone revealing an apocalyptic prophecy.
“I can message her phone.”
“You had a mobile this entire time!?”
The sexy demon rapped her knuckles against the top of his head.
He pulled out his phone to find a flood of messages from Kumokawa-senpai.
Part 2
“…”
When Index arrived at the back-alley capsule hotel, she crossed her arms and puffed out her cheeks.
Othinus and Kumokawa Seria weren’t much different.
The only one who wasn’t upset was the calico cat on the nun’s head.
Kamijou Touma was confused. The Bologna Succubus was the one crazy enough to go around in nothing but underwear, so why were their piercing gazes focused on him? Not to mention that the god was trying to act like a reasonable dresser when her outfit was just as revealing.
Maybe it was all the time he had spent in that capsule full of sweet female pheromones to dry his clothes.
Whatever the case, he wasn’t given a chance to defend himself.
“(My plan is in complete shambles now. It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I’m supposed to be the mature beauty of his group, but then she comes along out of nowhere and steals that position away from me!)”
“(Human, why are you falling for a mere big-titty demon when you are already have an ultra super rare god?)”
The ones muttering under their breath were giving off a terrifying dark aura. And one of them was a god, so she was probably uttering curses that would drive all who heard them to madness.
“(He’s clearly a phone newbie, yet he can summon a swarm of girls with a single message? And he didn’t think twice about calling in more girls when he was already with me. Not to mention that this is a hotel. I can’t believe he didn’t have an issue asking them here or that they didn’t have an issue coming here.)”
“Shut up, you winged freak!”
“Shut up, you winged freak!”
Kumokawa and Othinus appeared to have become friends at some point.
Index didn’t seem to realize what the Bologna Succubus had been implying, so she alone watched on in confusion.
They couldn’t all fit in that capsule, so they remained in the hallway. The Bologna Succubus used the edge of the capsule entrance like a bench since she was injured. When Kamijou tried to leave the capsule, her pink tail coiled around his neck and yanked him back to her side. The super sweet and sexy young woman’s lonely gesture nearly sent him (quite literally) to heaven.
Othinus got the conversation started, sounding somewhat irritated.
“So, human. Did you drive everyone out of this building to claim it for yourself?”
“Do you really think he could do that? It is still the late afternoon outside, but the guests will start returning once night falls. Capsule hotels are generally built alongside saunas, but they are still hotels.”
Kamijou wanted to get down to business.
What did his two experts – Index and Othinus – think of Transcendent Aradia?
“I’ve never heard of a person called Aradia.” The nun still looked upset, but she answered his question while seated on the hallway bench. “But I have heard of a book called Aradia, or the Gospel of the Witches.”
Kamijou’s heart skipped a beat.
Aradia. And witches.
“But a lot of people think that was a story a witch made up on the spot to tell the author what he wanted to hear.”
Kumokawa seemed to prefer being in the corner because she leaned back against a square pillar and held the bored-looking cat while tilting her head at that answer.
“So that witch used the same technique as a streetside fortuneteller?”
“More or less. According to a fortuneteller who has since abandoned their authority, the entire field is about drawing out the words a hesitant person wants to say themself.”
“The witch herself probably wanted to be seen as a good talker and a clever doctor,” cynically added Othinus while climbing up onto Kamijou’s shoulder.
But this wasn’t any help at all.
If it was only a book, then what exactly were the Transcendents of the Bridge Builders Cabal?
Kamijou glanced over at the Bologna Succubus, but the demon seated next to him was only smiling. When she noticed him looking, she winked and squeezed her upper arms together to accentuate her cleavage. But he did recall that she had said her purpose in life and actions were centered on someone being sentenced to death for the absurd charge of running a succubus brothel.
Anna Sprengel had apparently joined that cabal and the magic side generally believed that she was no more than a name that appeared in the letter Westcott forged when founding the Golden cabal. Kamijou had assumed that forgery theory only meant that Anna herself had never appeared directly on center stage to spread any those global disasters, but what if there was more to it than that?
And then there was Alice who stood at the top of the Bridge Builders Cabal.
“Don’t let them confuse you, human.” After finally reaching her usual spot on his shoulder, the 15cm god tickled his ear with an exasperated sigh. “There is no way of proving one way or the other if a goddess named Aradia really existed in the distant past. The same is true for the entire Bridge Builders Cabal. The issue we need to focus on is the fact that a magician going by that name is here in Shibuya today and that she is attacking you with some kind of powerful spell. Whoever she might be, you can eliminate her as a threat if you defeat her.”
That was true enough.
But this was a big problem Kamijou didn’t think he could just ignore.
“If she is using witchcraft, then it should be based on natural chemicals.” Index attacked the issue from a different angle while kicking her legs atop the bench in the shared hallway running between the locker-like rows of capsules. “A witch’s supernatural feats of healing, divination, cursing, flight, and crop growth should all be derived from medicinal herbs and minerals. They are basically priestesses living deep in the woods after all.”
“So what is that Triple whatever thing, Index?”
“You mean the Wiccan Triple Reload?”
The Bologna Succubus, who was of uncertain age, was playing with the cat. The cat had slipped from Kumokawa’s hands to chase after her wiggling tail, so she was skillfully sending her tail darting this way and that to just barely dodge the kitty punches.
Her clarification meant nothing to the high school boy, but it was valuable information for Index.
“I see. That explains the Aradia name. In that case, you can call what she uses witchcraft, but her spells are not based on a specific mythology or religion like Greek or Celtic.”
“U-um, Index?”
“This is something newer and more like a superstition. Instead of digging up the ancient techniques, this witchcraft was created new by mixing together bits and piece of the thoroughly Christianized culture. That means she won’t just use the Rule of Three. Wicca has plenty of rules and taboos all its own. Use those against her and you should be able to defeat her no matter how much more powerful she- oh.”
Index was cut off by a rattling sound.
But what was rattling?
The floor was. No, was it the entire multi-tenant building containing the capsule hotel!?
The Bologna Succubus whispered into Kamijou’s ear while sitting next to him and resting her head on his shoulder (and receiving threats from Othinus for invading the little god’s territory).
“Aradia is here.”
Part 3
The sun had set.
The sky was dark and, true to the December date, the winter season became impossible to ignore once sunset arrived. However, it was also New Year’s Eve, so Shibuya was only starting to get fired up.
“…”
One girl wore a translucent raincoat over a swimsuit-based outfit. She wore an eyepatch and looked something like a comical ghost or a clione, but she was currently staring at the scenery of Spain Zaka.
She saw a large piece of cloth fluttering there.
A small girl of about 10 was trotting along in a witch outfit, probably on her way to the scramble crossing. “How cute,” said the ghost, but on closer inspection, that witch girl had her navel exposed and she was barefoot. She could easily freeze to death in that modified bikini, so did she have a thick layer of some kind of heat insulating gel applied to her bare skin?
“A witch.”
The ghost had had a frightening experience with one of those earlier in the day.
Her hand froze up while reflexively reaching for her phone to record the possible news in front of her. But this witch costume looked a lot cheaper than the last one. The clasps didn’t look like real gold, for one. It may have been made with a clothing printer that used a remote machine to perform automatic high-speed sewing based on the supplied pattern data. Recently, White Spring had a deal where you could order a printed garment online and then have their delivery service deliver it to you in less than half an hour.
(But is that really a popular enough character for someone so clearly new to cosplay to choose? For that matter, is that even a character from something? Well, someone may have thrown together the pattern data based on the uploaded videos and then released it for public use.)
Just then, the ghost took a step back and nearly bumped into a witch.
But this witch looked to be of high school age.
“?”
(Um!?)
A moment later, the ghost realized there were even more of them.
Everywhere she looked, she found witches wearing ankle length wimples and modified bikinis. There were 5 or 10 or maybe more. The number gradually increased like stepping on the white beach and seeing dark oil start to seep out from below the sand. It was like the scratchy sound of cheap bells were drowning out the crowd’s chatter.
None of them were looking her way.
They were only respectfully holding some folded clothes in their hands. For whatever reason, blank pieces of looseleaf paper were stacked up on top of the clothing.
They were all muttering the same thing under their breath.
It was a forbidden, profane, and sweet utterance that brought the word “secret” to mind.
“May the holy witch guide us.”
For some reason, when the ghost heard those whispered voices, something started to grow in the back of her mind.
This was something she had tried to forget. It was an unseen scar on her heart that formed the foundation of her current life and could not be removed at this point.
She belonged to a group who posted videos to a video site. She was always conscious of her numbers, but that wasn’t always a battle against herself.
She had once had a rival.
She hadn’t heard anything from that rival ever since the girl made the mistake of uploading a shoplifting video and had to move away.
They had been friends…or she thought they had. But the silly number of followers tacked onto the end of their account names had always led them to compete, for better or for worse. And if the ghost hadn’t come out just barely on top, that friend, whose real name she didn’t even know, may never have felt the need to gather attention with a shoplifting video.
She had been terrified of the guilt catching up to her.
So she had grown even more obsessed. Because if she dressed in crazy outfits and received the praise of so many people online, she could forget all about the more colorful reality she lived in. And who was going to complain about that choice if she also earned more money than most adults made?
But she couldn’t shake off, wash away, or escape reality.
She was wearing a translucent raincoat over a costume based on a practice swimsuit. That cheap, meaningless outfit wasn’t enough. That plastic and synthetic fabric had no mystical significance and couldn’t free her from reality. It couldn’t relieve the weight suffocating her.
So what else could she do?
What could she do to finally shake free of the reality doggedly pursuing her?
“May the holy witch guide us.”
“Oh.”
There was the answer.
The witches continued to multiply.
Just like with Halloween costumes and video posting, it was so much less frightening when you weren’t the only one doing something.
There were more and more.
More and more and more and more and more and more.
More and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more and more.
They came from every direction. Witches emerged from every street corner to flood the scene. There were some suppressed screams as people were overwhelmed by the sight, but everyone was paralyzed by it and no one began recording with their phone.
The ghost should have felt the same.
But this didn’t even seem strange to her anymore, much less frightening. She instead felt an all-encompassing sense of calm. Most everyone understood what a follower count was these days and it was so much easier for new content creators to get started. This worked the same as video sites and the rest of the internet. Once enough people were doing something, it gained legitimacy.
Everyone was doing this too, so she had nothing to worry about.
“May the holy witch guide us.”
One witch must have sensed something because she held out some folded clothes and a stack of looseleaf paper.
The ghost smiled as she accepted the invitation and opened a new door by repeating the secret keyword.
“May the holy witch guide us.”
Meanwhile, someone was humming atop Shibuya Scramble Squiz, a skyscraper complex connected to Shibuya Station.
“Hm, hm, hm, hm, hm.”
On the special observation deck at the 46th floor, Transcendent Aradia raised her arms and stretched in the large space with a view of the city’s nightscape through the surrounding glass.
She snapped open the clasps to her modified bikini, letting the garment fall away. She only ever exposed her naked body to the green trees, but in artificial Shibuya, the temporary botanical garden being held here was the only option available.
Her long silver hair became much more noticeable.
Witches were meant to bathe in the moonlight and live secret lives deep in the forest, so if she wanted to eliminate the noise from her thoughts and get a fresh look at her situation, moonbathing and forest bathing were her only real options.
(I had prepared myself for the lack of starlight, but this is bad. Even the moonlight is barely leaking through.)
So this was little more than a way of calming herself.
Aradia spread her arms and bathed in the night air of the artificial greenery.
The witch goddess slowly walked naked across the 46th floor observation deck, stopping to snatch a free pamphlet from the magazine rack along the way. The action had no meaning. She was only relaxing her body and eliminating all biases from her thoughts.
The ad campaign described on the pamphlet was apparently a common thing in the shopping district lately.
“Help grow more greenery and kick global warming’s butt with Magical Powered Kanamin! Get your free flower seeds now! If we all do our part, we can save the planet with our flower pots!!”
“Hee hee.”
Aradia laughed when she saw the magical girl drawn on the pamphlet in primary colors.
But not because she found it laughable.
(So this teaches people to love the deep forests and to assist those close to them?)
This was an Academy City entertainment product made for small children and the campaign’s claims had little to no scientific basis behind them. But ironically enough, it hit a lot closer to the essence of a witch than those texts written to criticize witches that based their beliefs on all the ancient parchment documents they had gathered.
Aradia glanced to the side while toying with the pamphlet in her hand.
She saw some billowing clothes there.
But they weren’t hers. They were worn by the girls who were serving the witch goddess in the hopes of receiving even a small fraction of her blessing. They were watching Aradia as a living model of a perfect witch, making note of everything from her gait to her breaths, and jotting it all down on their looseleaf paper.
That was known as their Book of Shadows. Modern witches bound by the Rule of Three were given a stack of blank paper when they first started down that path. The newcomers would continue writing down all the knowledge they obtained until the day they died to create their own personal grimoire.
The girls kept writing without even looking up and they all spoke in unison.
“May the holy witch guide us.”
That sounded important, but the phrase was actually meaningless.
It was the same as youth slang and online memes.
Having some kind of secret shared term or phrase created a sense of unity while also creating a sense of superiority over anyone who didn’t understand it. Those in the know were separated from the world at large and formed a loose community. But it was easier for people to get onboard if the phrase felt like it had some history or tradition behind it. Repeating that phrase created the illusion of invisible bonds and made them think they were protected as part of some great purpose. The same method had been used at the Sabbats during the Middle Ages, a time when some people wanted to return to their ancestors’ ways after Christianity had taken over.
I want to know too.
It was an intellectual poison that silently spread using that common desire.
When a demon (or something forced to bear that title) were summoned at those gatherings, the process to perform the summoning tended to be a lot lengthier and more complex than the part where they actually did anything with the summoned being. Why? Because those arcane rituals were the best part and it was so relaxing to be actively working on something. Perhaps it would be too romantic to liken that to the period leading up to an unrequited love being fulfilled.
“Hm.”
With influencers on social media and whatever-tubers on video sites, the world continued to transform and evolve at an accelerated rate, but the basic desires at the bottom of it all had not changed. Aradia saw the world as a living fossil.
“May the holy witch guide us.”
- I want to live an active life without anyone knowing who I really am.
- “May the holy witch guide us.”
- I want to be an entirely new person.
- “May the holy witch guide us.”
- I don’t want to screw up or fail.
- “May the holy witch guide us.”
- I don’t want to make a fool of myself in public.
- “May the holy witch guide us.”
- I want to learn how it works without needing to be an expert.
- “May the holy witch guide us.”
- But I also want a skill no one else can imitate.
- “May the holy witch guide us.”
- And I don’t want to work hard for it.
- “May the holy witch guide us.”
- I don’t want to bow down to the know-it-alls.
- “May the holy witch guide us.”
I want a trick that makes reaching my goal easy.
(This city’s people have so many openings for me to utilize. I don’t think it’s as bad as New York, though.)
So these girls would not rely on the mythologies and religions linked to great political power. They were only using their young sensibilities to link together some slang and memes they all knew, but that was to be expected when they all lived separate lives. It was selfish, willful, and entirely for themselves. They were driven by their own desire, so they could never get along with the mythologies and religions that asked for a unified lifestyle before seeking happiness – in other words, that demanded their followers protect their teachings that had already been finalized so long ago.
This is what witches had always been. The Sabbat had always been this sort of gathering.
Transcendent Aradia was the one who gave concrete form to those desires and provided the witches with the necessary knowledge and a place at which to practice it.
The nude idol spread her arms at the center of the Sabbat and sang loud.
“It is time to begin the second round.”
She would keep this simple.
If she could not settle this on her own, then she would crush her target with an onslaught of 100 thousand witches.
