01x03 - Necessarius (The Church of Necessary Evil)

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I finally learned that those books Index

is always talking about are actually stored in her memory...

Somehow I managed to escape from the sorcerer with Index,

but her injuries are severe.

She says magic can be used to heal her,

but apparently, none of the students in this city

can use this magic stuff.

So, I decided to bring Index to Miss Komoe

and ask her for help.

[Music]

What time is it?

I need the exact minute in Japan Standard Time...

Also, can you please tell me what the date is?

Today is the twentieth of July...

and the time is now half past eight o'clock.

You didn't look at a clock before answering...

How can you be so certain it is : precisely?

I couldn't have checked a clock

because there aren't any here.

I don't need them...

But I promise, the time I gave you was precise.

My internal clock is accurate down to the second...

My eating habits, exercise rhythms,

and sleep patterns are so regulated

that my body always knows what time it is.

Judging by the position of the stars

and the phase of the moon,

your estimation is correct within a . margin of error.

I can therefore confirm it...

Today is July th and it is : p.m. Japan Standard Time...

Is that calculation consistent with your internal clock?

Yes... Not for very much longer, though.

We actually just passed the fifty-three second mark.

You're injured! You shouldn't move!

Don't be concerned...

My body can regenerate.

The cusp of Cancer.

The hour is between eight p.m. and twelve midnight.

The direction, westward facing...

Invoking the protection of Undine...

We will require the aid of an angel.

Uh... what is it that you're doing?

It's magic.

From this point forward,

I will need your assistance...

I must borrow your body.

Please follow my instructions exactly...

If you do, we will accomplish this without injury...

Your participation in this will be appreciated.

Why don't you lie back down instead?

We'll wait for the ambulance...

Let's see... I must have bandages somewhere.

Common first-aid will do no good...

Unfortunately, nothing you can do

will suffice to close my wounds completely.

Nor is there any reason to call for additional help...

Any attempt will be useless

unless it can heal my injuries entirely

and restore my life force to the necessary levels

within the next few minutes.

So... what do you want me to do...?

I don't know anything about magic.

I didn't think it was real 'til now.

I deeply appreciate your cooperation.

Now, to begin...

Tell me what that is...

The black item over there.

It's a memory card.

You haven't seen one before?

It will do. Please place it in the center of the coffee table.

It's really more of a tea table.

What's this...?

It looks like you've built a miniature of the room.

The materials used are irrelevant.

What is important is to recreate the placement of items

as they appear in the room.

What are those?

They represent the beer cans....

As we move forward,

it is vital that you follow any instruction

I give down to the letter.

A single misstep could be disastrous...

A mistake as small as a misdirected thought

could permanently damage your nervous system...

understood?

Complete failure would result

in the destruction of your body and death.

I thought you should be aware of the risks.

We will call an angel and create a temple...

I will begin the chanting now.

Please follow my example.

Link established.

What link?

We created a temple on this table.

We have now established a link between it and the room.

Whatever happens in the room

will also happen on the table.

And whatever happens on the table

will also happen in the room.

Now you must visualize!

What?!

Picture a golden angel...

It should have two wings... and the body of a child.

See the form of a beautiful angel!

An angel?

It won't work...

How am I supposed to summon an angel?

Uh-oh.

You are not actually summoning the angel itself.

Rather, as the spellcaster,

you are using your will to create the form of an angel.

Oh-okay.

A beautiful angel...

A beautiful angel...

A beautiful angel...

A beautiful angel...

A beautiful angel...

A beautiful angel...

A beautiful angel...

Incredible! I thought you said

I wasn't summoning a real angel...

That looks real!

A form stabilization failure.

So long as the temple is protected by the blue of Undine,

it is no matter.

We can continue our work...

Let us chant.

A beautiful... angel...

A beautiful... angel...

A beautiful... angel...

A beautiful... angel...

A beautiful... angel...

A beautiful... angel...

A beautiful... angel...

A beautiful... angel...

Life force replenishment underway...

Now confirming that mortal peril has been avoided...

John's Pen is returning to dormancy.

Are you sure that you're okay?

Yes...

I just need some time to recover my strength...

The wound is closed now, so I should be fine.

Thank goodness...

Toma won't have to pay for this.

Pay for it...? Like how?

It's difficult to explain, but if I had d*ed here,

the consequences he would've faced might've been terrible.

It sounds like...

you're more concerned about Kamijo

instead of your own injuries.

I know it's strange.

After all...

I only just met him...

but still...

Explain this.

Miss Komoe is an Academy City teacher.

She's a bona fide beer-drinking, chain-smoking adult...

How is it that her PJ's even fit you?

I mean, the age difference must be huge.

It's rude to talk down to people.

And anyway, they don't fit that well.

The chest area is way too tight on me.

Hey! After what I did, you're making fun of me?

What...? I wasn't.

-I just... -You just what? Huh?

No, it's nothing.

I am an adult, thank you very much!

And as for you, Kamijo...!

It's time you answered some questions.

Who is this girl to you?

My younger sister.

You are the worst liar ever! Look at her!

She's got silver hair and blue eyes.

You are clearly not related to her!

-I'm so sorry! -Tell... the... truth!

Miss Komoe...? May I please ask a question first?

Fine.

If I do tell the truth to you...

Are you gonna report it all to Academy City's governing board?

Yes...

I'm not sure what kind of trouble

you've gotten yourself involved in,

but I can tell that it's something serious.

And now that I know about it,

it is my duty as a faculty member and a responsible adult

to report it to the authorities.

Whatever's going on,

it seems like you've gotten in over your head, Kamijo...

How can I stand back and do nothing

when one of my students is in danger?

If you were a stranger,

I wouldn't hesitate to involve you in this...

but you've already done so much to help...

I don't want you to get hurt.

That may have been a fancy little speech,

but I can't just leave it at that...

You aren't going to get out of this that easily, you know.

Uh... where're you going?

I'm giving you time to think...

There are a few groceries I need from the supermarket.

You are going to stay here...

I expect you to give serious consideration

to what you're going to tell me...

I'll be gone for a bit.

You should have more than enough time...

Oh, and...

Yes ma'am?

There's always a chance I'll get caught up in my shopping

and forget about this...

But I still expect you to explain yourself

once I get back...

I don't want you trying to weasel your way out of it,

do you understand?

She's a nice person.

Are you talking about Miss Komoe?

We should keep her from getting further involved, huh?

That's right...

It wouldn't be safe for her to use any more magic.

The grimoires are really dangerous...

They're full of unconventional ideas

that alter basic laws of nature.

It's like there are two different worlds:

this one and the one within the grimoires.

And the other one is toxic.

Like... poison?

When people of this world who aren't sorcerers

read what is written in the grimoires,

it damages their brains.

Normal humans were never meant

to read such poisonous ideas, you see.

That's horrible...

Is that what magic is?

It sounds evil.

You wanna know?

You want me to tell you about it...?

The poison I carry?

You look so serious...

Hands clasped and head bowed,

almost like you're talking to a priest.

Yeah, you're right...

It kinda feels like you're taking my confession.

There used to be only one church of the cross.

Do you know why there are so many divisions of it now?

Hmm...

Let me think...

People began to mix their politics with religion...

When that happened,

the church fractured into separate factions,

each one wanting to follow a different path...

Even though they all still shared a common God.

Each group evolved in its own way,

developing a character suited to its beliefs.

Character. Sure.

I belong to a branch of the English Puritan Church.

England is a country of magic,

so anti-sorcery practices like witch hunts and inquisitions

became increasingly commonplace over the centuries.

The English Puritan Church

created a special branch for such things.

This branch investigates magic

and develops countermeasures against sorcerers...

It's called the Church of Necessary Evil,

or Necessarius.

And you're part of this sect?

You see... understanding an impure enemy that way

taints the mind,

just as coming into contact

with the unclean taints the body...

but still... we continue to stand against this impurity...

the epitome of which...

...is the library you carry around in your head.

A piece of magic is a lot like a formula in some ways...

If you understand its components well enough,

you can figure out how to neutralize

your opponent's att*ck.

That means that if you understand

all the magic in the world,

you should be able to neutralize the power entirely...

That's why I memorized the grimoires.

Why they were drilled into you.

Okay...

If they're as dangerous as you say,

you could just burn them without reading them... right?

It's not the books that matter.

It's what's written inside them.

Even if the original works were destroyed,

their contents could've been passed on...

Besides, humans wouldn't be able

to dispose of the originals.

Destroying that kind of magic

isn't something the human mind can bear...

And since the information can't be destroyed,

they had no choice but to seal it in a safe place.

So, basically...

It's like there's a b*mb inside your head

and some evil people want to get their hands on it.

Anyone who could use all

one-hundred-and-three-thousand volumes

would have the power to warp the entire world.

How could you?

This is major stuff,

and you waited until now to tell me?!

You're such a skeptic

I didn't think you were going to believe me,

and I didn't want to frighten you off...

and also...

well... I didn't want you to stop liking me.

That's why you kept it from me?!

Well I deserve better!

Church of Necessary Evil?!

Magic robes?!

A whole library of evil books?!

Yeah, it is a crazy story,

and I still have a hard time buying it...

But that's it, right...?

No more surprises?

You owe me an apology.

Did you actually think I wouldn't like you

just because you happened to memorize a bunch of old books?

You just assumed I was that petty and shallow...?

Don't leap straight into judgment.

Have some faith!

Cheer up... Sorcerers are no match for me.

Not while I've got this right hand.

Except... didn't you say

they're making you take remedial classes at school?

Did I say that?

You certainly did.

Well, forget about it.

It doesn't matter.

If it doesn't matter...

then why did you say anything about it in the first place?

Was that just an excuse?

Did you want to get away from me?

Am I cramping your style?

Well, are you gonna answer me?

How is Index?

Still alive.

I've been looking into the identity of that boy

she's got with her.

Good... Did you find out anything about his hand?

Whatever he is...

he certainly doesn't appear to be an esper...

or a sorcerer.

So, what, then...?

I hope you're not trying to convince me

he's just an ordinary high-school student.

There's no way...

A rank amateur with no power at all repelling Innocentius...?

Not in this life time...

He's not a normal kid.

Normal...? No...

In fact, he is distinctly below average--by all appearances,

a hopeless student who's quick to get into a fight.

He must be concealing his true status somehow...

..Right?

But there's something troubling me even more...

Index was healed using magic...

what do you think?

Is there another magic cabal

we don't know of here in the Far East?

If they were operating out of the Academy City

the governing board would've picked up on them by now.

Even so we wouldn't know their number...

plus we don't have any reinforcements.

She's happy, huh?

She really seems to be having fun here.

She always makes the best of what she has.

I wonder...

How much longer are we going to have

to keep tearing that apart?

You're starting to get sentimental...

You wouldn't be having second thoughts, would you?

I know what needs to be done.

Eventually, Miss Komoe returned from her shopping...

She invited us to stay at her place,

and she didn't say a word about our earlier conversation.

Maybe she got distracted with her errands

and forgot about it...

Or maybe she just pretended to forget...

I wasn't about to ask.

Bath time...! Bath time!

I love bath time!

Bath time...! Bath time...!

I... love... bath time!

Toma! Toma!

Toma! Toma! Toma!

It's nothing...!

I just thought it was funny to say your name a bunch of times

for no good reason.

Now that I think about it...

there is something I wanna ask you.

Something Komoe told me.

Listen, this is very important.

Japanese bathhouses have something called coffee milk.

Do this... Then this...

And then with your hand on your hip,

you drink it all!

I've never heard of something called coffee milk...

Is it like a latte or cappuccino?

You won't find anything as fancy as that in a bathhouse...

but don't be too disappointed.

I bet you'll get a kick out of the bathtubs;

they're gigantic!

In England you mostly have tight, narrow tubs, don't you?

Actually, I have no idea what they're like.

You don't? Why?

Well, because...

the first memory I have is of being here...

I don't really know much about what life is like in England.

I was wondering how you seemed to fit in so easily here.

I don't think you understand what I mean.

I'm not from here I'm European.

I was born in England--London, actually

apparently I was raised in St. George's Cathedral.

I only arrived in Japan about a year ago,

or so I'm told, anyway.

So you're told?

Uh-huh...

Apparently I lost my memory somehow.

It was strange...

When I first opened my eyes,

I didn't even know who I was.

I couldn't remember what I'd eaten for dinner

the day before...

but I still knew all about sorcerers, the grimoires,

Necessarius...

all that knowledge just spinning around in my head.

It was really scary.

So you're telling me that you lost your memory

and you have no idea how it happened?

That's crazy!

Yeah.

What is it? Are you angry again?

No, I'm not angry.

You sure...? If I've done something wrong, say so...

Really...!

You shouldn't act so immature...

It isn't attractive.

You're just about the last person in the world

who should be lecturing me about immaturity...

little girl.

Hey... Who're you calling "little?"

I'm serious. You really look angry...

Or is it just that annoying thing you like to do

where you get all upset

because you know it'll get under my skin?

That's one of the things I don't like about you.

Oh, come on...

Are you really gonna give me that crap

when you never liked me to begin with...?

This isn't some romantic comedy

where the two main characters

start off hating each other until... suddenly...

Index? What's with the puppy-dog eyes?

I was just joking around with you...

Okay?

Toma...

You... suck!

Ow... Just great...

I'm covered in bite marks,

and she's off in the city somewhere, all alone.

That's weird.

There's no one here...

What's happening?

Runes.

I engraved them around this spot

so we could have a little privacy.

And who the hell are you?

Kaori Kanzaki...

and I already know who you are.

[Music]

It looks like there's another sorcerer in town...

I wonder if she's the one who att*cked Index.

What kind of person would do something like that?

Next time, "Perfect Memory Ability.

"When science and magic cross paths,

a story is born.