Her future master?
Kamijou Touma's expression changed, and even the look he gave Roland became somewhat unnatural.
Although his knowledge of such matters was only that of an ordinary high school student, he had inevitably picked up a few things from friends around him who were deeply versed in the subject.
Besides, the outfit of the girl calling herself Misha already invited all sorts of thoughts. Had he been dragged into some strange master-servant training?
"Now that's a rather rude thought, Kamijou. I'm rescuing you from a desperate situation here. At least wait until I leave before badmouthing me in your head."
The corner of Roland's mouth twitched as he spoke somewhat helplessly.
"Sorry... wait, I don't think I said that out loud. Huh, Mr. Roland!"
Kamijou Touma rubbed the back of his head sheepishly and reflexively began apologizing. Only halfway through did he belatedly recognize Roland.
Although they had only met once before, the man's bearing had left a deep impression on him.
"Yes, it's been a while."
Roland nodded, glanced at Accelerator behind him, who was almost shouting but forcibly restraining himself, and his eyes flickered.
"It seems you've still had quite a few encounters even after your course shifted. I really don't know whether to call you unlucky or fortunate."
"How could this be anything but bad luck? I'm just someone without an ability, yet I keep getting dragged into conflicts between ability users."
Kamijou Touma gave a wry laugh. He stopped trying to put on a brave front and stepped behind Roland at the right moment.
He often used his innate Imagine Breaker to help others, but that was not out of any desire to be a hero. He merely followed the feelings that arose naturally within him.
In such a bizarre situation, leaving things to