Failing Witch:Volume3 Episode2

Episode 2: Maleficium Trial Class

Part 1

“Summer is the season for events.”

One night, Viocia Modestlucky put her hands on her hips and made this announcement in all seriousness.

She was in her small room, located up above a late night establishment filled with drinks, snacks, and dancers.

As a witch’s bar, it offered mythical drinks like nectar, yu gao, and soma, but those likely weren’t the actual drinks that granted immortality to gods and humans. They were only cocktails given the name. There were also “immortality-granting” fruits with grand names like ambrosia and golden apple, but those were only ordinary fruits.

“The most important one is the Maleficium Trial Class. While the world is enjoying its summer break, Maleficium is planning!!”

The freeloading witch’s words received an expressionless reply from the freeloading elf Freynir.

“A float around your hips, snorkel goggles on your forehead, and a bug-catching net and cage on your shoulders. And the backpack, water bottle, lunchbox, and more scattered across the floor. Lady Viocia, where are you planning to go and what are you planning to do there?”

“Ugh!!”

Viocia didn’t really know herself.

She just knew it sounded fun and so she got ahead of herself.

The deep “moo” coming from below meant bronze statue (and giant pressure cooker) Moloch was at work in the kitchen tonight. She sounded somehow happy.

Seated on the floor, Freynir tilted her head with no noticeable emotion in her eyes.

“How can they have a trial? I thought no one knew what that school was like until they passed the exam. That doesn’t fit with exam students getting a chance to try it out for a day.”

“Hm. I don’t know how exactly it works, but we aren’t going to Maleficium. The students there will be crossing the lake to visit the city.”

“Oh.”

“And I heard Maleficium’s student council president will be coming! How could I not be excited!? Swing swing!!”

“Hm? Are you planning to catch that president in your bug-catching net?”

Part 2

“Huff, puff.”

Early in the morning, before Temple School City had gotten started for the day, a glasses girl wrapped in bandages was out in the city for her daily jog. This liminal time between late night and early morning was the least crowded time of day in the heavily populated city.

She carried Formula Broom – Lyceum bisA.

She was used to running with that long broom that had a ship’s wheel attached.

(ATU 0407 is the Girl Who Became a Flower.)

Dorothea no longer needed her flashcards. She could list off the ATUs in her head.

She was great at memorization like that.

As a merchant’s daughter, she would honestly have preferred some talent when it came to math.

(ATU 0408 is the Three Oranges. ATU 0409 is the Girl who was Turned into a Wolf. ATU 0410 is Sleeping Beauty. A fairy who was not invited to the princess’s birthday party cursed the princess to eternal sleep, but the princess was woken by a dispelling kiss. It tells us that if we master witchcraft, then even life and death are no more than statuses. Eep. And we can manipulate them at will.)

She had repeated all this countless times already.

But there were unexpected pitfalls there. Even the immortal Norse god of light Baldr was killed by a spear made from the one sapling he had overlooked, so it was always worth rechecking these things to what seemed like excess.

“Phew.”

Temple School City existed for exam students like her. Or so she had thought until recently. But when she ran through the city like this, she discovered so many other kinds of people lived here and had their own routines. Even now, a woman was receiving a newspaper from a bovine familiar out on an early morning delivery run, Dorothea passed by a cafe starting up its morning services in time with the late night businesses closing, and a guard trudged sleepily through the last patrol before his shift ended.

A city could not run with only witches living there.

Now, Dorothea’s goal was to get into Maleficium. She had no intention of giving up on the entrance exam and taking a different path just because there were so many options out there. If she only wanted a job, she could have taken over the family business.

But seeing so many kinds of experts in their own different fields made her wonder something.

She wanted to go to Maleficium and become an elite witch.

But what kind of witch did she want to be? What did she want to specialize in?

Running alone put her in an introspective mood, so she lost herself in thoughts like that.

“Watch out. Something is approaching from behind.”

“?”

Which made her slow to react.

Even with her partner broom’s warning, the glasses bandage girl only looked over dumbly.

“Huff puff.”

She heard some heavy breathing.

Someone had come up alongside her.

The witch was dressed something like a red waitress.

That was Arbamini, an ace from the infamous Sassafras Cfa Prep School.

Dorothea was surprised.

Not at her bad luck to run into that girl when the streets were so deserted, but at the fact that the famous delinquent was jogging in silence.

She ended up speaking without thinking.

“Eep. Um…uh, why?”

It was the obvious question.

But Arbamini pouted her lips a little as she answered.

“Oh, shut up. Am I causing anyone any trouble by going back to the basics and building up some strength?”

Dorothea was a bit taken aback.

But then she smiled.

She didn’t know the whole story, but apparently something was beginning to change among that infamous trio. And she could guess it was contact with that extraordinary tutor that had done it.

“You can’t beat me. Eep.”

“Hm? Hey, wait! I wasn’t challenging you to a race!”

“Ready, go.”

“Kh. Are you trying to piss me off!? Fine, if you insist, I’ll use these gorgeous legs of mine to trample on your pride and leave you in tears!!!”

Part 3

Something noisily tore through the air.

Then came the tremor and shockwave of a heavy object breaking.

It came from a small empty lot back behind the used bookstore. A stone house had stood empty there for so long it had collapsed and the white marble and black obsidian rubble had been cleared away to temporarily create a free space there.

Something would eventually be built there as the city changed, but for now it had become a witch training ground (without the landowner knowing).

Wooden boxes and barrels had been stacked up to create a mock battlefield, but those were not artificial animal familiars running around.

They were shadowy figures.

The ultimate mama had activated her Maenads.

Melehe’s task was to swiftly strike them all down with water spears as they fled.

“I’ve fallen to B Rank, but that’s still just barely enough for my broom’s recommended rank. It also helps that I’ve had it long enough to know how to use it!”

“Do not joke about these things. I wouldn’t dare use your body to become a Voland, Melehe.”

However, the fleeing Maenads were not just targets.

They were also the trump cards of Private Striga’s commander. This was no safe target practice. A moment’s inattention and she would be hunted down instead. It really did only take a moment.

The bookseller clapped her hands together in front of her very large chest.

“Okay, keep on firing. Bang, bang, bang, bang☆ Melehe, in a real battle you’ll be riddled with holes if you keep stopping to aim.”

“I…know that!!”

“You can’t just predict the enemy’s movements. You have to focus on your own movement too. You stop to aim from a subconscious desire to simplify the calculations by reducing your own movement vector to 0. Once you learn to calculate both points at the same time, your habit of stopping will go away on its own. And in the air you can’t use cover to wait out the enemy attack, so you need to learn how to shift your own movement in order to intentionally confuse the enemy’s targeting calculations so their attack magic misses you. But anyway, keep at it, Melehe. Ah.”

“Gwahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!”

Crimson light exploded right next to her.

“Gwah!” shouted Formula Broom – Mount Parnassus bisMR, which she had reflexively used as a shield.

Even Melehe Superlative fell down onto her rear.

But this wasn’t her fault.

The Maenads were not a magic to be used in a city. They were an ultra-offensive wartime magic meant to be activated as a group to swiftly and accurately cut off a broom-riding enemy witch’s escape to either side while the pursuing witch shot her down.

Melehe was out of breath.

And sweating profusely.

“Pant, nor-, gasp, normally, you make practice targets by attaching head-sized parchment balloons to wolf or rat familiars. Pant, ugh.”

“I just don’t like those artificial familiars.”

Simply surviving a special lesson using those monstrous things was deserving of praise.

But…

(Maybe for a normal person, but not when I want to get into Maleficium. Just your “average genius” isn’t enough for that school!)

Then she realized what her mother was doing while she worked so hard at this training.

“Hey, mom!! I know dealing with a trainee can be boring, but why are you drinking in the middle of the day!? And straight from the bottle!?”

“This is unfermented wine.”

Did that mean it was ordinary grape juice?

“It’s a familiar drink for witches. And it tastes good to boot. Although you do need to ignore that it symbolizes ‘dead blood’ in necromancy ceremonies. That is because it acts as a twisted parody of the red wine used in the holy mass.”

The woman was smiling.

As if that Limit Breaker was worried at all by the myths of another world.

Still seated on the ground, Melehe worked to calm her breathing with some success. And she wiped the sweat from her brow.

The ultimate mama and coven commander elegantly placed a hand on her cheek and spoke.

“This seemed to come out of nowhere to me. It seems like just yesterday your adolescent pride wouldn’t let you come to your mother for help.”

“Oh, shut up. I’m well past the point of being able to worry about pride.”

She had fallen to Rank B.

That was a fact.

But she wasn’t about to give up on the witch entrance exam. The summer was a major crossroads, but she wasn’t interested in a consolation prize. If she was seriously planning to get into Maleficium, she had to get back on her feet in the short time before summer came to an end. And she had to do it herself.

She would reclaim her A Rank.

She would do whatever it took. She was in no position to set aside options just because they were embarrassing or shameful.

She was no elite.

An exam student was no more than an exam student. She had failed the entrance exam last time just like everyone else.

(Damn. Could a Maleficium witch get through this training without breaking a sweat?)

“…”

She had said some awful things to Viocia and Dorothea.

She had been unstable after falling down to B Rank, but that was no excuse. She was the one who had chosen to turn her test in early. And if she had filled in the answers correctly the first time, she could have held onto her A Rank while also dealing with that incident.

She understood she was holding herself to an unrealistic standard.

But it wasn’t completely impossible. It was a standard that could be reached with sufficient skill. If only she had had a bit more skill back then.

Melehe slapped her cheeks.

She wouldn’t let anyone see her in such a shameful position again.

It was one thing for her actions to embarrass herself, but never again would she let her actions harm those around her too.

(The Maleficium Trial Class is coming up soon. I need to be back to my usual self by then.)

She pushed aside her exhaustion and shouted from her gut.

“One more round!! Let’s do this, Orpheus!!”

Part 4

“…”

Myousou Yagoro’s mouth formed a small triangle.

He was in a cafe somewhere.

A girl in a maid outfit, which she wore as generic work clothes, sat across the table from him with her arms crossed in a display of displeasure. The angry girl didn’t seem aware that the intensity of that display was also lifting up her boobs, but Yagoro couldn’t mention it since he knew she would bite his head off if he did.

That was Nancy, a Maleficium student and Benandanti member.

“Yagoro.”

“…Yes?”

“It’s nearly time for the Maleficium Trial Class.”

“Um, and what does that have to do with-”

“You need to help with the work and actually participate in this school event. Because you are a Maleficium student!!”

“(Shh! Shh!! Not so loud!!)”

Yagoro hurriedly leaned forward and pressed a finger against Miss Talkative’s lips.

Information regarding Maleficium was thoroughly restricted. Failed exam students would forget the contents of last year’s exam the same as people “forgot the dream they had last night” and no one would recognize a Maleficium teacher or student when passing them by in the streets of Temple School City. Nevertheless, Yagoro felt instinctual fear run down his spine when she yelled it so loudly.

“Trick Question Warning: Just because invisibility magic exists does not mean you can strip off all your clothes and walk around like normal.”

Nancy’s eyes widened with his finger on her soft lips.

And after a few seconds…

“Bft, bfh, Yag- bh, Yagoro, what in the hall are you- bff!?”

“What’s wrong, Nancy!? Are you ill!?”

Yagoro circled around the table and tried to hold her in his arms, but that only made her struggle more. He was worried about her, so he stayed by her side.

They were seated at a table, so being on the same side made for a terribly unnatural conversation.

“(D-do you have to sit so close, teacher?) Ahem!! Anyway! We will be holding a mock battle with the exam students that day. I-it is, in effect, a demonstration of the Maleficium students’ overwhelming skill.”

“That’s not very nice.”

“But we do not have enough (_______). You know what I mean, don’t you?”

“You don’t have enough (bunny girls)?”

“(Agressors), you stupid teacher!!”

He had gulped and responded with as much gravitas as he could muster, but apparently the maid hadn’t liked his answer.

Didn’t she know he could only joke around like this with students who had actually passed their entrance exam and had time for it?

“This is a major event and the President will even be participating, but Maleficium always has to dedicate a lot of personnel to research and experimentation and to dealing with crime and disasters. That’s why we need skilled student helpers who are not in a club or on a committee.”

“Hey. Isn’t the Maleficium Trial Class meant for exam students? I’m trying to hide my affiliation from my current student, so I can’t have her see me helping out at a Maleficium event.”

“Hmph.”

With a clunk, maid outfit Nancy tossed something onto the table.

“+1 point… Isn’t that what you always say?”

It was a smooth white mask with no eyes or mouth.

“…Are you serious?”

“That will cover up your face. The rest is up to you. If you watch your mannerisms, breathing, gait, and other habits, your student won’t recognize you. This is hardly an absurd request. You can accomplish it all with witchcraft easily enough.”

As always, this was easier said than done.

Still, it was possible if he applied the techniques used in theatrical ceremonies that let you vanish into a role.

“Sigh.”

Regardless, he didn’t see what he got out of this as a tutor. Nancy must have known this, which was why she was being so pushy about his “voluntary” participation. She had mentioned the Student Council President participating and he was pretty sure that monster could single-handedly defeat thousands or even tens of thousands of exam students.

He saw no reason to do this.

So he decided to refuse.

But…

“(I-I worked so hard to get into Maleficium, so, um, it would be nice if I could enjoy at least one school event with you.)”

“Ugh.”

Maid Nancy gave him the puppy dog eyes.

Damp with tears.

(Good grief.)

With a stranger, he may have refused. But unfortunately, she was a former student who had taken on the entrance exam with him at her side.

He couldn’t just say no.

Viocia, Dorothea, Melehe.

Picturing those girls in his head made him frown, but he sighed and grabbed the smooth white mask.

Aggressor.

That was a word he had often heard while with the Force. It hadn’t been relevant to him since he was training to be an astronaut, but thanks to his high level of skill, he had been pressured into the role on more than a few occasions.

In other words…

“We play the fictional enemy in the mock battle. In order to drive a fear of Maleficium into their young hearts.”

Part 5

The day had arrived.

Myousou Yagoro awoke from one of the power naps he had learned to take in the Force.

Out the window, he could see evening shifting into night.

“Now, then.”

He used his HEA house to create an electric toothbrush and completed the bare minimum of grooming. He stuck a butter roll in his mouth, gently shook a mug full of hot milk, equipped his parchment armor under his clothes, and attached his collapsible baton at his hip.

He grabbed the white mask and then left his stone apartment.

The mock battle was being held at the lakeside, so he began descending the long, long stairway there.

The laws of physics had only a loose grip on that deadly region, so it could distort into just about anything. That trait was apparently being used to recreate a portion of the Maleficium school building out here.

The exam students and Maleficium students would be engaging in a mock battle within.

“…”

Lately, Yagoro had been spending a lot of time in the squatter’s district back behind his apartment. He seemed to be subconsciously trying to calm himself down with detailed work. He wasn’t sure how effective that really was, but he had still borrowed the space. He wanted to bring a gift for Raynold and Roslynica later on.

He was going to the Maleficium Trial Class.

To play the role of an aggressor.

He felt bad going up against Viocia and the others without letting them know first, but at the same time this felt like a good opportunity to measure their strength. Summer was a major crossroads. How well those three could keep up with him would alter his policy going forward.

(It’ll be fine.)

He was walking to the battlefield where he would be sending his students to hell, but he took a positive view.

With no guarantee it really would be fine.

(I’ve done what I can. Dorothea and Melehe are both Rank B. And even Viocia managed to scramble up to Rank C. She’s making steady progress. All three are well in range of reaching the A Rank they’ll need to pass the exam. They still have six months. That’s a full half of a year. And who knows, they may do more than just keep up with me today. Knowing those three, they might even find a way to injure me here, don’tcha think?)

He wouldn’t go easy on them.

He couldn’t measure their strength properly if he did.

So if they showed an opening, he wouldn’t hesitate to crush them. But if they had been putting in the daily work, he was certain they could overcome this challenge.

And just as he was thinking this…

Something grew out from his side.

A thumb-thick rapier had stabbed into his back and out from his side.

“Agh!?”

He didn’t understand.

But he didn’t have time for confusion.

The clock was still ticking.

What he wanted most was information. The sword in his side kept him from twisting around, but he managed to view the scene behind him in the reflection of a nearby window.

He saw long black hair and pale skin reminiscent of an icy moon witch. Her curvy body was contained in a chic navy blue blazer, but the light pink apron worn over that clashed with the rest of her appearance. However, that apron was meant to keep her victim’s blood off her clothing, not for use in the kitchen.

The clashing colors were like a strange health food that had made no effort to provide an appealing taste or appearance.

And she held a broom in her hand.

A rapier had been sharply drawn from the sheath bolted alongside the broom handle and that rapier was currently piercing Yagoro’s side.

“That was too easy, Yagoro.”

She had used Wise Fencing.

And.

That could only mean…

“President…Ulrike!?”

Why?

What was going on?

This was no time for that discussion.

Student Council President Ulrike only provided a few fragmentary comments, but he could analyze them later. For now, he just had to memorize them and think up a way to survive.

“Class 1 L-FS – Strange Picking. A power so much more horrifying than the boy who carries it. You would be beneath my notice if not for that power that could easily steal control of this world away from me.”

“?”

“Oh? Yagoro, were you unaware of your own talent? Letting something that powerful go to waste is just plain laughable.”

She chuckled.

Her tone had gone so icy this no longer sounded like a game.

“Class 1 C-FS - Enemy Debug: activate. …It’s time you learned that you are not the one the goddess loves, Yagoro.”

“What are you even talking about!? Leave me alone!!” spat Yagoro as he took action.

First, he suddenly threw himself forward. He couldn’t move to the either side with the rapier sticking into his back. He had to get it out of him, no matter how much that widened the wound.

(!!!)

His bleeding increased.

He felt dizzy.

Still, he grimaced, quickly put distance between them, and turned to face his enemy.

She wore an apron stained red.

Witches had their origins in everyday household items like brooms and cauldrons, but her bloody smile was far too sinister for this combination.

Her sweet lips spoke.

“Formula Broom – Wittenberg. Complete your function, Goethe.”

A freezing chill fell upon Yagoro’s body.

Even the pain from his wounded side seemed to fade away.

Why had she used that name?

No, that wasn’t it. The bigger question was why that dunce Viocia used an extraordinary broom with an estimated rank of S³.

“But if I were to go all out, you wouldn’t even have a chance to resist. So I will give up the options of ‘cutting’, ‘sweeping’, and ‘slashing’. I will limit myself to only ‘stabbing’. Does that give you some small hope?”

He wouldn’t dignify her nonsense with a response. Instead, he was working his mind to rapidly put together the Three Aspects for some witchcraft.

(Underestimate me at your peril!!)

An explosion erupted out.

But the flames only managed to suck in oxygen.

He heard a voice from behind.

“Minus 1 point.”

“!?”

He felt scorching heat. He twisted around to keep it from hitting the center of his back, but his left shoulder was still stabbed. She kept her word about only stabbing. With a horizontal slash, she could have sliced him through even with his evasive action.

“I can directly manipulate space, so you’ll have to use more brains than that.”

Yagoro had offered his own hair – the ultimate cursed dye – as sacrifice to create a deadly blast, but by then the President hadn’t been there anymore. It had only taken her an instant. Even though they were more than 10m apart.

If she had teleported her clothing and rapier along with her, they would usually end up embedded in her body, but she must have used her sense of touch to keep a perfect grasp of their position in relation to her skin.

“Are you underestimating what I mean by ‘space’, Yagoro? I have complete control over it in the physical and geometric senses, both at close range and remotely. I truly do rule over space itself in every meaning of the word!”

In every meaning of the word.

Did that include how the moon changed size depending on the angle used to look up at it? If so, her control over “space” would include physical, mathematical, and even philosophical aspects.

But something else caught Yagoro’s attention more than that.

“Remotely?

That was a physical term. Close range could be thought of like a domino effect. A phenomenon caused by A would influence nearby things until ultimately having an influence on distant B. Heating a bath and electricity traveling along a wire would both count as close range effects. A remote effect would be for A to instantly influence B no matter how much distance or space separated them.

The physics of the other world of Earth could explain the Coulomb force and universal gravitation with close range effects. Most seemingly remote effects had other explanations.

But was that not the case when it came to magic?

If she really could accomplish that, then using her rapier to stab someone from a distance would be possible.

And if she had mastered that…

“Is that how you know?”

“Hee hee. No one must reach the farthest reaches of this world.”

Black-haired President Ulrike laughed.

The witch who now had everything didn’t seem interested in sharing what she had seen at the ends of her studies. But Myousou Yagoro had obtained the possibility of violating that taboo. Apparently that was all it took.

Yes, that was all it took for her to execute him, take his life, and remove him from Maleficium.

Precisely 2cm were cut from the bottom of the President’s black hair. It scattered in the air and turned to sparkles just before reaching the ground.

She had sacrificed her black hair, the ultimate cursed dye.

Her bewitching lips uttered a single phrase.

“Thousand needles.”

The space all around Yagoro tore open, revealing countless blade tips. There was no gap between them, much less room to dodge. He was unable to do anything at all as they stabbed into him from all directions.

Part 6

The battle was over.

A bloody mass collapsed to the ground.

Ulrike was surprised to see he could still move in his condition. It didn’t amount to any more than his arms and legs shaking, but he had to be gathering every last ounce of strength to do it.

“You could have pretended to be dead, you know?”

The President twirled her rapier once to fling the blood from the blade.

After checking to make sure it was still plenty sharp, she directed the point toward the redness collapsed on the ground.

“Not that you could have fooled me with an act.”

Just then, something interrupted from the side.

She looked to be at most 10 years old. The Halloweeny witch had fiery red hair, pale skin, and a childlike body contained in an orange dress and a large hat .

Some might have likened her appearance to a pumpkin tart.

The President was confused.

The mystery little girl winked with a generic practice broom resting on her shoulder. And she spoke with her flat chest puffed out in excessive confidence.

“Well, he will die if I let this continue, so no witch with a beautiful heart could just sit by and watch. More than that, I do owe this tutor some small debt.”

President Ulrike looked more exasperated than anything.

She twirled her rapier and made a precise jab.

Yes, precise.

She had complete control over space, both physically and geometrically, so the apparent distance between them was irrelevant.

“I am considered especially powerful even for a Maleficium witch. I hold the top position of Student Council President. I have no idea who you are, but what do you think you can accomplish as no more than a self-taught witch who couldn’t even pass the entrance exam?”

In response, the little girl grinned.

She held her plain broom upside down and tapped the handle against the ground.

“Oh, great tree that supports the three domains and the nine worlds. You are the structure that rises to the heavens, piercing even the clouds. Oh, world tree, this lowly witch beseeches thee.”

“?”

That was all she did.

The little girl smiled as she continued.

“I ask that thee be felled and fall upon us, Yggdrasil.”

Part 7

Craaaaash!!!

Something massive          just                              collapsed          and          split the land          in two                              ?

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☆”

Today’s Quiz 2

Tedaura: Now that I’ve saved your life, I can’t have you dying on me, Sir Tutor. You’re soaked with blood, so I guess I should heal you with witchcraft.

Yagoro: Bfh, cough!! Cough, gurgle!?

Tedaura: Hm? It’s hard to understand you through all that blood you’re coughing up.

Tedaura: Witches can find the mystical in familiar everyday objects like cauldrons and brooms – no grand legendary items necessary. We’ll use anything we can. You can find the hints in the discussions held by my granddaughter and the other exam students.

Question☆ Save Sir Tutor by explaining the magical method Tedaura, Queen of the Night, Darkness, and Love, can use to treat his critical wounds! (10 points per blank, 100 points total)

• Nectar

• Yu Gao

• Soma

As you can see, the Aspect of Antiquity is (_______).

Hint! A lot of myths depict fruits that provide immortality, but because fermented drinks can be made with (___), you can remember the two categories as a set!

The Aspect of Amorality is unfermented (___). That acts as a (______) tool because it is a twisted parody of the wine used in mass.

With that, we have set up everything needed to manipulate a (___) in life or in death. All that remains is to link these symbols to the Aspect of (________)!

ATU (____), aka Sleeping Beauty. The princess is put to sleep by the (____) of a fairy who was not invited to her (________) and she is (_____) by a dispelling kiss. This means that life and death are no more than statuses and a witch can manipulate them as long as she follows the appropriate ceremony.

That’s all☆

Okay, Sir Tutor. If you have no complaints, then could you get up now?

It’s about time we began our counterattack.

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