Editing Failing Witch:Volume3 Episode3 (section)

===Part 14===

Yagoro lost consciousness.

No, his consciousness was swept away.

But he hadn’t taken any kind of magic attack from the mystery woman. He wasn’t sure why he was so certain, but he knew he would have been pulverized were that the case.

Someone had flown in from the side and snatched him away just beforehand.

“Vi…ocia?”

“Are you alright, teacher!?”

Formula Broom – Wittenberg.

He heard the voice of the student riding that broom. Only then did his mind realign with the real scene around him. It finally caught up. Did that mean she had charged in with her usual super acceleration? Anyone other than him would have been killed instantly.

“I-I’m glad you aren’t hurt, tutor. Eep. But I thought you were fighting the Student Council President?”

“Hm. If that woman was enough to bring my mom down, we really need to stay focused for this one.”

Dorothea Rockpool.

And Melehe Superlative.

“How did you know where we were?”

“You can thank Arbamini, Holibre, and Lampans for that one. Those villains told us how to find you, perv!”

…Apparently Sorbeddy wasn’t the only source of intel and travel routes in the city. Yagoro stared into the middle distance for a bit. He had forgotten to account for that. It made sense those three would know tons of loopholes undetectable by the (officially anyway) good guys of Maleficium.

That allowed Viocia, Dorothea, and Melehe to reach him without the President noticing. And once they learned the truth, they came rushing to his aid.

He really wished they could have just focused on their studies without learning the ugly truth about the adults and Maleficium, but it was too late for that.

Yagoro recalled the woman he had seen.

She was tall with long silver hair and pale skin. She had worn a jacket with a necktie, a tight skirt, stockings, and high-heel boots. Her glasses gave her an intellectual look, but her beret and armband made it clear she belonged to a government agency. She also wore a few medals at her chest.

Black, beige, and red. The subdued colors of her outfit’s design reminded him of fancy chocolates or cookies decorated with a ribbon.

That was Adelaide Weaponbay Sanctuary.

An assassin for the aristocracy.

A traitorous witch.

He couldn’t say anything for sure, but he had occasionally met people with that same look in their eyes when he was with the Force back on Earth.

His instincts whispered a term to him.

(''Bureaucrat.'')

Did she plan to go around crushing everyone involved in this incident, starting from the top?

Viocia looked back over her shoulder.

But she wasn’t looking at Yagoro seated behind her on the broom.

She was looking further back.

With terror in her eyes.

“Teacher, something’s coming. Something’s approaching fast!!!”