Witches, like Magical Girls, came in combat and support types.
This pervert of an editor was unquestionably the latter. In other words...
"No, not the face!"
Her combat ability was utterly pathetic. This so-called fight was nothing but me pummeling her body with my fists. And she'd actually dared to challenge me...
Never holding back when it was time to strike—that was one of my virtues.
"Sorry, I... I surrender. Please stop hitting me!"
Ah, I'd beaten her to tears.
"Not going to fight anymore?"
"I oppose violence!"
She was certainly good at going with the flow.
I went back to sit in my chair, but to stop her from staring at my legs again, I had her find herself a chair too...
In the end, she lowered her head and began looking at her own legs.
"Tell me. What happened after you were taken away?"
"Association people threw me into prison, but after only a few days, they pulled me out. Then I went through a tunnel with the other 'Negative Variants'... In the end, it was just a different prison. A prison on the moon."
"Lunar Prison?"
"Yeah. You could see Earth whenever you looked up in that hellhole, but the conditions weren't much different from a prison on Earth. The guards were still Magical Girls."
It seemed that working for the Association remained the main reemployment path for Magical Girls...
Quite a few of them had even become prison guards.
"And then? How did you become a Witch?"
"Hell if I know!"
Her hands unconsciously began kneading her chest again.
"What was your last memory, then?"
"That night, two people dragged me out while I was all confused. We even left the prison and got into a car. I don't know who I'd offended... Someone gave me