“What about the Knight Corps?”
Pastel asked as soon as she heard the news that a scoff was flying for the purpose of terrorism.
“Preventing the unauthorized intrusion of the scoff is the responsibility of the Knight Corps, not our academy.”
The guard hesitated.
“We’ve received a message that internal issues have arisen. It seems we need to resolve this ourselves.”
Ugh.
Pastel’s expression slightly frowned.
Is it really reasonable to be fussing over internal issues when student safety is at risk?
The guard flinched. Straightening his posture, he shouted decisively.
“I will immediately check again!”
“Um…”
She nodded.
“Go ahead. Oh, before that, could you return the spare magic stones I brought? I need to fly and check the scoff myself.”
If it’s worth trying, she might try a preemptive strike as well.
Receiving the magic stones, Pastel mounted her white broom.
“Increase security to the highest level and prepare for possible terrorism. Also, get the scoff up in the air. I’m counting on you.”
“Yes!”
The guard rushed off to meet the guard captain.
Pastel pressed down on the ground. Her body settled safely on the broom, lifting lightly into the air.
Glancing down, she saw Melissa and Elshire still exchanging long-range attacks. Ground debris and light projectiles collided, creating flashes.
The battle wasn’t particularly suffocating; it seemed they were also engaging in taunts and conversation in between. It looked like a leisurely duel adhering to noble etiquette.
Boo boo.
“I wanted to enjoy it leisurely too, you know.”
As the power grows, living as one wishes becomes difficult.
Ugh.
Pastel moved her broom. The speed pushed her body back, and her pink hair fluttered.
She brought the received magic stones close to the broom. Dark energy flowed out before being absorbed into the broom.
Crunch crunch.
Munch munch.
It tasted like a low-grade sugary snack among junk food.
Amidst the broom’s speed, the autumn wind swayed her hair and clothing.
“Who could it be? Mr. Tmaut? The Demonic Mercenary Captain, who was the leader of the terrorists, was captured a long time ago; where did this scoff come from? It can’t be flying without personnel, which means there are more terrorists around.”
Hmm.
“We caught the advance team in the sewer, and if we also caught the second team in the mercenary’s scoff, shouldn’t the terrorists be facing manpower shortages?”
Is that too modern thinking? It’s troublesome with the mindset of living in a secure world.
“If it was a solo act by radical demonic factions, that could be viewed as the case. But at the point where the cult is involved, I’m not sure if they would be facing manpower shortages. The cult recruits significant personnel based on mutual gain.”
Hmm.
Are they looking for people to commit terrorism together? Offering money?
Feels like watching an international mafia.
Oh?
Isn’t it genuinely an international mafia?
Mafia that gains funds through drug sales, and a cult skilled in drug manufacturing.
“We need to uproot them even more!”
She accelerated the broom. The festive grounds below passed by quickly. It was a lively festival atmosphere.
By the time she reached the campus overhead, separated from the festivities and where the crowd of students had dwindled, a terror scoff imitating a skywhale flew beyond the peaceful sky.
“Bad te, hee!”
The dense cannons came into view immediately.
They seemed to have gathered armed mercenaries and suspiciously robed cult members; the deck was packed.
Fully armed!
At that scale, it could be considered a warship!
This really isn’t good…!
Pastel tried to hit the brakes on her broom.
As a power holder, going solo doesn’t seem right!
Retreat! Retreat!
Noticing her eye-catching white and pink aircraft, they quickly threw the area into a frenzy.
As the scoff altered its course and turned, it displayed the side of the vessel. Countless gun ports were exposed, and the cannons were aimed at her aircraft.
Wha?
They can’t be planning to shoot, right?
There was no doubt they were going to fire.
“Don’t do it…!”
Pastel screamed.
Flames erupted all at once, and a deafening sound echoed. Countless shells filled her vision.
“Waaah!”
Help me!
I’m just a benevolent power holder…!
Ugh!
The leading shells approached. The engraved magic stone magic circle shone. Logic conjured the magic. A small spark flared up. The spark enveloped the shells like a dry plain.
In that moment, the girl gazed hazily at the transformation of the flames. Ignoring the magic’s mystery and the heat of fire, she focused on the thrill that life was in peril.
Goodbye.
Hormonal friend.
The sword swing struck the shell. The flames split, and the girl on the broom charged forth. A scarlet explosion erupted.
The following shells covered the front.
The girl held the broom with one hand.
“Mounted combat can only be performed by those who have long been trained. Breathing with a horse, timely maneuvers, fearless collisions—all require significant skill.”
The white broom flew through the blue sky. With pink hair trailing like a tail, it wove through countless shells.
Silver sword strikes came one after the other. Shells were cut and exploded, creating scarlet flames. The series of explosions blanketed the sky and obscured the terrorists’ view.
“But you won’t need skill.”
The terrorists on the deck stared blankly up at the sky. The blue sky was rippling with scarlet. They were watching a natural spectacle created by an individual in a daze.
In the flames, the girl riding the broom burst forth. Enveloped in fire and shrouded in smoke, she charged right across the deck of the scoff.
A mercenary attempting to draw his sword collided with the broom. The power consumed the magic stone energy, creating impact. The leather armor crumpled, and the mercenary was sent flying.
Screams erupted.
The broom flew among the people. Strikes flowed like waves, sweeping across the deck. Bodies were sliced apart. A red scene filled the deck.
The broom chased after the terrorists fleeing inside through the opened door. As a straight corridor appeared, the girl accelerated on the broom. The blade wooshed across the corridor and walls, creating a thunderous sound. Countless upper and lower bodies were severed without resistance.
The broom passed through all the corridors. Leaving traces on the walls, it began throwing glass bottles into the cabins and passenger rooms.
Yellow smoke filled the interior. Screams and chaos began to subside. Soon, peaceful calm arrived.
“However, should one who can fly be considered cavalry? How intriguing.”
The demon muttered.
Pastel stopped her broom with a hazy mind. The low flight ended, and her feet touched the ground. The blood on the floor splashed and made a sound.
“Well done.”
Pastel flinched.
“Huh? What did you say?”
Her mind felt fuzzy.
Hmm.
“Well done.”
Slowly blinking, Pastel recalled what the demon had said earlier.
She gripped the broom, stained red. The blood from her hands soaked the broom, leaving red handprints.
“This is a flying motorcycle!”
Wow, a motorcycle!
“Vroom vroom! Beep beep!”
She flew down the corridor, which had become empty. Blood droplets fell from her pink hair.
Pastel was a delinquent!
The guilt of disturbing social order!
The pleasure of having the demon beneath her feet!
“Demon! Use honorifics! Please!”
“Hmm.”
Hmm.
“It would be better to wash up before escaping hormonal influence.”
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Quickly washing, Pastel sat curled up with her knees hugged. She rubbed her cheeks. Her cheeks squished a bit, and her pink lips twitched.
“Ugh.”
Just ugh…
A strange sense of relaxation washed over her.
Normally, she should be soaking in warm water to recover her senses, but the current situation was hardly normal.
“This condition isn’t so good. What about enjoying a bath? Wasn’t warm water available?”
The demon, manipulating the navigation magic circle, turned back.
“No, the hot water came out fine. It’s just the place is the issue.”
She continued to squeeze her cheeks.
Her lips were twitching.
“Murder still feels unfamiliar. Even with the hormonal friend helping.”
“Hmm.”
The demon rubbed its chin.
“Everyone feels that way. There’s no need to blame yourself.”
Pastel stared at the demon.
“You too?”
“I…”
The demon turned its head as it thought. Its hand continued to manipulate the navigation magic circle.
“It’s been too long since I dealt with it.”
The scoff flew toward a nearby docking station. The guard’s scoff would be ascending, so it could be handed over in between.
Pastel rested her chin on her hand.
“You said I just needed to add 30 years after calculating your age from the blank period since the Old Testament, right?”
“Yes.”
Heh.
A three-digit age difference…
Is it alright to speak to the demon in honorifics, who belongs to the ancestral generation?
Pastel pondered deeply.
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly.
“Hehe.”
Seems like it feels good.
“What are you thinking?”
Pastel startled and shook her head. Her pink hair flared.
“Nothing!”
The demon looked at her suspiciously.
But still, her inner thoughts won’t be exposed!
“You were thinking about rebellion and guilt again.”
Geh.
Pastel’s mouth dropped open.
How did it know?!
Ugh.
She was transparent!
Transparent mirror-like Pastel…!
Geh.
Same character count.
Pastel clutched her head.
Ugh!
“The character count is the same!”
It must be true!
I’m the transparent mirror-like Pastel!
The demon looked at her and then ignored her.
The cruising scoff was able to safely deliver itself to the arriving guard scoff.
However, the situation wasn’t very good.
As soon as the scoffs connected, a guard hurriedly crossed over to deliver news of the terror incident.
“Another terrorist scoff collided with the tournament venue! A large amount of gas has spread, and it’s difficult to enter; the students are isolated!”
Pastel, drinking apple juice, dropped her glass. The glass shattered, spilling juice across the deck.
“The Knight Corps…!”
What are they doing not working?
Is our academy so easy to delay because of some internal issues?!
