There was no way Miss Witch was going to chicken out.
Miss Witch was simply following her instincts.
A tactical retreat.
She sat on Su Youzi's lap, straining to straighten her waist and putting on a serious expression.
But... judging from the slight trembling of Miss Witch's waistline, merely maintaining this proper seated posture was already quite strenuous for her.
The world of dreams was nothing like reality.
After Su Youzi had gotten her under control, Miss Witch had long since lost her advantage and found herself at a disadvantage everywhere.
Su Youzi looked at the "Origin Witch" in front of her.
In the dreamlike Illusory Dream Realm, the girl was glistening with sweat, desperately puffing out her chest as her waistline trembled slightly.
"I told you Sister Mia wouldn't be angry with me~~~" Su Youzi smiled sweetly.
The sweetness made Soga Ishikawa Kiyomi feel deeply uncomfortable. It was a smile that made cold sweat seep down the back of the "Origin Witch."
As she spoke—
Su Youzi held the "Combat Record" in her hand and pressed its sharp-edged corner against the edge of the "Origin Witch's" collarbone.
Miss Witch glanced down at the black-and-gold card.
The "demonic" aura continuously emanating from the card even made her voice tremble with weakness.
She tried to push Su Youzi's hand, which held the card, farther away with her powerless little hands, but... she had no idea that, with her own bewitching charm, that movement looked more like coy refusal to Su Youzi.
The corner of the black-and-gold card pressed closer once again.
"Gulp—" The psychological shadow Deadly Thorn Forest had left over the "Origin Witch" seemed to surge back into her mind.
Indeed—
She was the "Origin Witch."
She was the strongest and earliest "Seat."
But... she was still merely a girl