Editing Failing Witch:Volume2 Episode1 (section)

===Part 11===

Several sets of footsteps surrounded Myousou Yagoro.

Rayon Risoniphimil was not alone. They were all girls in their late teens. Their eyes all carried a somehow empty heat, so were these her co-conspirators at the Spanish Fly Indulgence Bank, or were they her victims who still wanted so desperately to believe they at least were still safe?

It didn’t really matter.

For her Three Aspects, the enemy had chosen ATU 0709, Snow White, for the Aspect of Admiration.

For the Aspect of Amorality, she had chosen a witch’s animal transformation. For the Aspect of Antiquity, she had probably chosen the giants found in Greek and Norse mythologies. Those powerful beings had strength equal to the gods and a social order, but they weren’t bound by the rules of good and justice. They were powerful beings who became known as evil.

By combining those things…

(If I had to guess, it only kicks in after her true nature is revealed, it lets her transform into any living thing, and it lets her grow into a being with power rivaling the gods but without the bonds of duty or morality.)

When her ugly nature was decisively revealed, her full-power silencing mode would automatically activate.

That was how her magic worked.

In a direct battle, that giant’s fist would mercilessly break through the outer wall of a temple guarded by a thick magical barrier. A hit from that would turn a human into red and black spray splattered across the wall or floor.

“Kee hee hee. Don’t make me laugh. Whatever trick you have up your sleeve, a shining star like me can never lose.”

Rayon cackled fiercely, her clothing straining from within thanks to her muscle and fat swelling out past the limit.

And she was calling herself beautiful.

“Designing a crime that will never be discovered is a waste of time. It’s safer and more perfect to prepare strong enough ‘insurance’ that you can recover even if it’s discovered. Behold this unblemished saint!! I am shining bright from all the mercy and love flowing out from me!!!”

''None of that mattered.

No matter what Three Aspects this wicked witch had prepared while choosing to dirty her own hands, the way she had tormented Roslynica told Yagoro exactly how he was going to ''deal with'' her.

(I know I pressured her using her field trip as bait, but I need to physically rake Viocia over the coals for falling for this scam so easily. But using math to lay a trap for someone as young as Roslynica just isn’t playing fair. …I guess I can call this helping out my neighbors.)

“Spanish Fly?” he spat.

And he actually took a casual step toward all the witches carrying Formula Brooms.

He gathered their attention to divert it away from Roslynica and the idiot.

“That’s the extremely dangerous magical aphrodisiac that became so famous its legends gained a life of their own. A good name for a crooked moneylender trying to lure in unsuspecting victims, don’tcha think?”

“Kill him!!!”

Black fire rushed in toward Yagoro. At the same time, an invisible vacuum blade flew toward him from diagonally behind him on the left – the blind spot his dominant hand would have the hardest time reaching.

But there was no concern on his face.

The air rapidly compressed and something swept quickly through the air like it was kicking off the walls and ceiling. The black fire was split, the vacuum blade was deflected, and the mystery object stopped in midair as if guarding Yagoro’s back. Once stopped, it was revealed to be Roslynica’s rolled-up dog ears sleeping bag.

The wicked witch’s desire and willpower had caused her body to grow until she could barely control it anymore.

And that hideously evil woman sounded shaken.

“What...is that?”

“That question is meaningless.”

“But that was a phony tool I created for her! It only moved because any rolled-up sleeping bag does that if you squeeze it.”

“I said that’s meaningless. In this ‘situation’, any attempt to reach the truth by asking questions is going to work against you, don’tcha think?”

It didn’t end with the rolled-up sleeping bag.

As Yagoro swung the tip of his baton like a conductor, a clear change came over the library. The heavy tables and chairs floated up on their own. The bookcases left on the walls tore themselves free of their screws and “walked” forward by shaking their wooden bodies side to side like gelatin or custard.

It was like something out of a fairy tale.

A little thing like superior numbers or power could be easily overturned with witchcraft.

“Ah.”

Who had that noise come from?

A moment later, the air compressed and the massive blunt weapons rushed toward the wicked witches. The bookcases, tables, and even a taxidermied deer head crashed into them like rampaging horses. The puppet girls could barely protect themselves even with their Formula Brooms at the ready, so they were thrown into the air one after another. They weren’t even allowed a single counterattack.

Before long, only one of them remained.

Only overgrown Rayon Risoniphimil.

“Ha...ha ha…”

“Speaking the truth is meaningless too.”

“You can move objects by sealing your willpower inside them? Are you saying this is the true version of Roslynica’s magic? And that you worked out the necessary logic to master it yourself!?”

“I could give you the correct answer here, but it wouldn’t help you avoid this tragedy.”

“Formula Broom – Bastille...kah kah kah. Cagliostro!!  Forget about me. Turn me into a Voland if you like, just make sure you take him down with me-”

The heavy bookcases and tables surrounded Rayon like a giant stone circle. Even with her expanded muscle and fat, she would not escape unharmed if they rushed at her from all sides.

And Yagoro wasn’t going to let this end peacefully.

She had to pay the price for reaping the benefits of dooming so many exam students to a hell of endless debt.

With a twirl of his baton, Myousou Yagoro made an icy pronouncement.

“Give up. ''No one can escape the big, bad wolf’s fangs.''”

A moment later, the massive jaws snapped shut and something was noisily crushed between the many teeth.