"Empty threats!"
Even though I shouted it with plenty of force, the Leather-Pants Witch retorted:
"You don't have a Crystal—you can't even use magic. Even if you wield the power of darkness, it just makes you a little stronger, doesn't it?!"
That was right. I was just bluffing.
Using darkness as fuel might raise my physical abilities to the level of a Witch, but I still couldn't use magic.
But the Leather-Pants Witch only pretended to be disdainful. She had clearly become much more wary of me.
"Moonlit Gale, what exactly are you?"
"I'd like to know what I even am now, too..."
"You were a hero who ended the war, after all. To show my respect, I'll deal with you at full strength."
She knew who I was and had looked into my circumstances beforehand.
The Leather-Pants Witch took off her cloak. She wore a sequined leather jacket over her upper body, and like the boots on her feet, its surface was studded with countless short, conical spikes.
Her half-tied short hair looked like someone had overturned a vat of multicolored dye over it. Smoky eye makeup, purplish-red lipstick, glittery decals...
Her taste was truly awful.
Witches generally looked quite appealing by modern beauty standards, but if they didn't know how to dress or apply makeup, they could drag what should have been an eight- or nine-out-of-ten face below average.
I couldn't help mocking her. "What is that outfit? Are you planning to go pick a fight with a man who has seven moles on his body at the end of the century?"
"I'll turn you into a specimen!"
Oh, her arrogant personality was a lot like those cannon fodder types too.
Still, I hadn't seen her magic yet. Since she claimed she was getting serious, her magic had