Roland turned his head and looked at Kanzaki Kaori, frozen beside him.
Fiamma of the Right had chosen to come alone despite recognizing Roland's standing, so naturally, he had something to rely on.
He could perfectly reverse even Kanzaki Kaori's all-out opening strike, which incorporated the very concept of time. In this world, he truly had the right to maintain such arrogance.
Had Roland not already planted contingencies in the female Saint and Index, allowing him to arrive at any moment, the girl would probably have died by now.
No, if he lifted the time stop, she would probably already be dead.
"You dare ignore me?"
Fiamma of the Right's face had darkened at Roland's arrogant words. When he realized that Roland was not even looking at him, his displeasure deepened.
Were subordinates and tools that could be replenished at any time more important than him, Roland's sworn enemy?
"Very well. Before we begin, let me remind you of the gulf between us."
Fiamma of the Right stared fixedly at Roland and sneered.
He was utterly confident in his power. The moment Kanzaki Kaori attacked, his right hand had already produced the outcome of her death.
However long Roland delayed it, that fact had already been decided.
Roland gently rested a hand on Kanzaki Kaori's shoulder, released her from stasis, and spoke calmly.
"Arguing from predetermined outcomes is usually something people do when they're overly confident in their own power, you know?"
In the twisted world of A Certain Magical Index, life and death were not entirely irreversible.
But the world itself, thoroughly distorted by one Demon God after another, along with its overlapping, piled-up phases, made this an exceedingly difficult task.
It was not impossible. Rather, once you accomplished it, you had no way of knowing what changes the