Editing Failing Witch:Volume3 Episode2 (section)

===Part 8===

What do you think you can accomplish?

That was the last thing anyone should say to her.

''That was why'' it fell.

''That was the only reason'' that witch had come this far.

It was like an executioner’s axe slicing through the planet itself. The world dented, the land split, and water flooded out from the crushed lake. The reverse-pyramid of Temple School City was sliced in half, pieces collapsing away while the lakeside was submerged by great waves.

A massive weapon had been swung down without mercy.

The celestial body was compressed.

And the mystery little girl walked carefree through it all.

Through the destroyed world.

Yagoro’s limp form was caught on the end of the plain broom resting on her small shoulder. But the complete lack of weight in her movements made it look like he was only a balloon.

“Tch. The fantasy ended up being smaller than I’d expected. Did the idea that wood floats in water give the wrong idea that a tree would be light? Well, it did at least distract her.”

Even after the absolute disaster she had caused, the little witch seemed dissatisfied.

Yagoro forgot all about the fact that she had saved him and began some wide-eyed shouting.

“Wha-, but, cough, what have you done to the city!?”

“Kah kah kah. It’s only an illusion. It won’t last more than a few minutes,” she said dismissively. “Did you think witchcraft was nothing but using a broom to shoot fireballs from your hand? I can’t speak for anyone else, but one of my favorite witch strategies is to create a sense of ‘''who knows what that monster might do next''’.”

Yagoro was the one being lectured this time.

Who was this mystery little girl who had appeared out of nowhere?

She placed a small hand on her flat chest and told him.

“Tedaura Sugar Modestlucky.”

That was definitely what she said.

That name was a taboo. Part of it was shared by someone he knew quite well, but that was the name of a legendary witch who had taken witchcraft to its limits and beyond. This was someone he had assumed he would never directly interact with.

“Some call me the Queen of the Night, Darkness, and Love. …I hear you have been most helpful to ''my granddaughter Viocia'', Sir Tutor☆”