"What else could they say? The same old stuff." Sakura waved dismissively. "Things like how revealing the mystery to the public would lead to the decline of Magecraft, or how it would make our secrets no longer secret, or how your abuse of Magecraft shows disrespect for the mystery... blah, blah, blah... Basically, that's it."
"If they were really that righteous, they'd go after the Clock Tower instead of picking on me."
If we're talking about exposing the mystery, the Clock Tower has done far worse than Shinji.
Why else were so many ordinary people with magical talent entering the Clock Tower to study Magecraft every year? Because those Magecraft professors openly recruited students with magical talent.
Shinji's movies could still be brushed off as fantasy, but those professors were genuinely exposing the mystery to ordinary people.
"They won't." Sakura pursed her lips. "The Clock Tower is just too powerful."
Shinji nodded in agreement. "I figured as much. Aozaki Public probably attended too, right? What did he say?"
"Nothing at all. He treated Grandpa and me like we weren't even there the whole time."
Sakura stretched luxuriously, her fitted shirt accentuating her perfect figure.
The buttons straining to hold back the pair of weapons on her chest in particular—Shinji could almost hear one of them letting out a heart-wrenching scream.
"Ahem. I thought he'd at least have a few words for Grandpa," Shinji said, twisting his neck as he complained.
The fact that Shinji had taken Touko in was no secret in their circle. It was a direct slap in Aozaki Public's face.
And yet Aozaki Public hadn't said a word. That didn't seem like the sort of thing that arrogant old man would do.
"What could he say? You haven't touched his core interests, brother. If he made a