Playing Dress-Up Too

As the possessor of a perfect-memory constitution, Index had an ability similar to hyperthymesia, but at the same time, her memories were merely "memories."

Not just anyone could freely read the originals of grimoires. Those lacking sufficient learning, ability, or suitability could be tainted by the originals' power—but Index would not.

Thus, she had been chosen by the Puritan Faction to become Index Librorum Prohibitorum, using her brain to memorize 103,000 grimoires from around the world.

However, despite being called Index Librorum Prohibitorum, the grimoires Index had memorized were not complete.

While the Puritan Faction had exhausted every effort to create and restrict her, they had not fully trusted that she could ensure everything was foolproof. There were still some spells that did not exist within Index's memories.

Therefore, after digesting these grimoires, Adam would need to find a way to acquire the remaining magic—for example, the spells related to Curtana, or those of God's Right Seat.

Or perhaps... the powers of those Magic Gods.

"By then, we'll be betraying the Puritan Faction, you know~"

A smile curled across Adam's lips.

"It was the Puritan Faction that strayed from God's path."

Index wore an expression of compassion. Her devotion was beyond doubt, but making her realize that devotion to the Puritan Faction was not the same as devotion to God was no difficult task for Adam.

The next moment, Index's actions ruined the holiness on her face. A bowl of thin noodles was swept clean by Index before they even had the chance to multiply.

"Another bowl, please."

"..."

Adam fell silent for a moment before reminding her,

"You've already eaten a lot."

The thin noodles would not stop multiplying just because she had eaten them early. They would still multiply once they reached her stomach... though they were also