"Sister Bronya!"
"Run."
They moved like the wind through the spacious classroom, weaving around the packed crowd and vanishing in an instant.
When Bronya had remained silent, they had thought they were being abandoned.
They had never expected that she had actually been scouting the terrain, planning a route to get them out of there as quickly as possible.
Bronya was an angel.
The students who had wanted to rush forward to touch or lick the two big tails suddenly grabbed at nothing, their outstretched hands frozen in midair. Teacher Walter had not gone far when he was suddenly rammed from behind by a raging bull and threw out his back.
It was an impact no less powerful than a Super Headbutt.
Walter clutched his waist and slowly sat down. History textbooks and lesson plans scattered all over the floor, but he was in no hurry to pick them up.
"My back..."
Old Man Walter was exhausted. The culprits had not even stopped to apologize.
Were they afraid he would accuse them of faking an injury?
Walter watched the three figures disappearing into the distance and sighed to himself.
Unlike Old Master Walter's dejection, the girls in the classroom who had failed to get a touch were briefly stunned before erupting in indignant outrage.
"That's too much!"
"Two beauties in her arms, and she even has a boyfriend! I'm so jealous!"
"I want two beauties in my arms too!"
"Say nothing. Just be jealous."
"..."
"Sister Bronya, there aren't any pursuers left. Where are we running to?"
Rosaliya asked.
She was not tired from running at all. She had even had the chance to glance back a few times, but there were no pursuers behind them anymore.
Bronya immediately stopped.
"I never thought St. Freya would be such a