Milia narrowed her eyes and cheerfully watched the high-speed boxing match before her, one that human eyes could not possibly follow. Her hands never paused as she stuffed cool jelly into her mouth. Only when she occasionally cheered did she stop chewing, before continuing to eat the chilled snack recommended by her dentist. Aside from her cheers always being a beat late, everything seemed perfectly normal. The entire hall was filled with the whooshing wind stirred up by limbs and clothes tearing through the air. Even the expensive crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the ceiling swayed constantly, as if a storm were brewing. This was less a boxing match than a one-sided assault. The Black-haired Witch wore a suit and high heels, but that did nothing to hinder her from unleashing the purest form of physical violence.
Every collision of fist, elbow, and knee produced a dull, thunderous boom. Every blow powerful enough to dent the armor plating of an Armored Personnel Carrier drove the magically reinforced heels into the exquisite, smooth Baroque marble floor like steel nails. Yet the scattered stone fragments immediately flew back into place as though caught in a temporal current, leaving the marble floor, which should have shattered, completely intact.
Under Bayonetta's naked-eye-invisible barrage, only a rapid series of crackling impacts could be heard in the hall. Her opponent in a crimson robe carefully avoided every piece of furniture and even had time to lower his head and kiss the girl who had only recently received her name and had been taken to the dentist today, making her giggle. For this manor in Oxfordshire, deadly entertainment was an everyday occurrence, and naturally, the spectators of this particular amusement were no ordinary people.
The White-haired Witch Jeanne had already entered Witch Time. In her