Editing Failing Witch:Volume3 Episode3 (section)

===Part 2===

“That should do the trick.”

Her skill was downright frightening.

Yagoro himself couldn’t explain how he was alive after losing so much blood. That small witch had to know his body more intimately than he did at this point.

Tedaura Sugar Modestlucky.

Yagoro had known she was Viocia’s grandmother, but it still felt surreal to see her standing in front of him. She was like a living legend.

Besides, didn’t she live in a distant forest that was as dangerous as a final dungeon?

“What…why…how?”

“All things have signs before they happen. Events only seem so uncanny because ordinary people cannot see the signs. But if you had viewed the stars with more care, I think you could have seen this coming, Sir Tutor.”

So had she chosen to leave isolation and travel here because some form of divination told her of some coming danger to her granddaughter?

That seemed far too precise and specific, but there was no use in questioning a living legend.

It all happened so suddenly.

“Hm, but it had to be part of the Wittenberg series, didn’t it?” she said.

“Kh.”

He hadn’t explained anything to her yet, but Tedaura still made a somewhat exasperated comment.

Series? Where did she get that information?

This was something not even Yagoro was familiar with.

“Those are the eight brooms my former ''rival'' created so long ago. They were made based on the overly forceful idea that increasing the overall stats of the tool could make up for the witch’s own inferior power.”

For a legend like Tedaura, apparently the great secrets of the world were no more than talk of a childhood friend. And based on what she had said, Yagoro got the strong sense that this rival was a living legend in their own right.

Feeling somewhat exasperated himself, Yagoro asked a question.

“Are you saying there are eight brooms with that dangerous S<sup>3</sup> rating?”

“There are different ways one could try to surpass me, right? I imagine the number was meant to correspond to the eight seasons in a year and then to draw out a variety of reactions from me by hitting my solid defenses with metal.” The little girl chuckled in an elderly sort of way. “Oh, and Mephistopheles was apparently made to cover all forms of skill, so he will answer even the most challenging question and place the answer in his wielder’s head. Makes me wonder how my granddaughter is doing.”

Yagoro stared into the middle distance, but that legend had become very real for him.

Yes.

The Student Council President had a Formula Broom – Wittenberg.

As did Viocia Modestlucky.

“Wh-what are you going to do now?”

“That President says she can control space both physically and geometrically, but she must define the coordinates based on her own senses. That is her weakness. Otherwise, she could have remotely pierced space to give you a mortal wound without appearing before you. So if you can physically hide your location, she cannot- ugh!?”

Tedaura stopped mid-sentence.

What had happened? Had the President remotely sent a curse her way?

That was Yagoro’s first guess.

The seemingly untouchable and unbeatable Queen of the Night, Darkness, and Love froze in an unnatural forward-leaning posture. No, she wasn’t completely frozen; she was trembling.

The 10-year-old (looking) little girl had tears in her eyes.

“M-my back… Oof, my bad back is acting up again. I can’t move…”

Yagoro could tell part of him seriously wanted to abandon her and run away.

Come to think of it, wasn’t this the reason why her granddaughter Viocia wanted to get into Maleficium?