"Fang! Li!"
With a voice full of resentment, Index pounced fiercely at Fang Li, who had just come out of the kitchen and was preparing breakfast, opening her mouth full of sharp white teeth.
However, Fang Li, holding two plates of steaming fried eggs, did not even glance at the charging Index. Like he was dancing a ballroom dance, he leisurely spun around and dodged the hungry girl's bite.
"Bang!"
The hungry girl seemed to have crashed into something and let out a pained cry.
Yet Fang Li still did not spare her a glance. He continued forward until he reached the center of the room, where the low table stood. After setting the plates down and arranging breakfast, he finally turned around.
"What are you doing all of a sudden?"
It felt like Index had been acting stranger and stranger lately.
Not long ago, she had kept yelling that she would confiscate the Grimoire Original Text in his possession. She had even searched Fang Li's room from top to bottom, found nothing, and still pestered him for quite some time. That had only just happened.
So what was wrong with this gluttonous nun now?
"Y-You still dare to ask...?"
Holding her head, Index pointed tearfully toward the television.
"Do you dare say that wasn't your doing?"
At that, Fang Li turned and looked toward the television.
A news report was playing there.
"Last night, an international museum suffered a terrorist attack, and an important historical artifact was stolen."
"According to reports, nearly eighty percent of the museum's functions were crippled in this terrorist attack. Yet only one item was stolen: the original copy of a forbidden book, an important holy relic provided by the Russian Orthodox Church. Due to the Russian Orthodox Church's secrecy, the number of casualties cannot