"Young people these days, honestly..."
The silver-haired old woman in the broad-brimmed, pointed wizard's hat stood in midair, watching the young witches struggling below. She thumped her Dragon Head Cane, but after lingering over "honestly" for some time, she still could not find the right word.
In the end, she merely sighed. "...They really have some nerve."
"Weren't you exactly the same back then? You stole the headmaster's access pass and went into the Black Prison to find someone. The trouble you caused was every bit as bad as theirs." The Yellow Calico Cat stood between the Black Cat's ears, offering this assessment with an air of elderly authority.
The silver-haired old woman shot the Yellow Calico Cat a sidelong glare.
The dragon's head on her cane abruptly swelled, came alive, turned, and roared savagely at the Yellow Calico Cat before slowly shrinking back. The entire sequence flowed seamlessly.
The Yellow Calico Cat's whiskers twitched. Eyes narrowed and ears flattened, the cat tilted its head slightly away from the roar.
The Black Cat also jolted at the dragon's roar. The flesh he had barely brought under control was cowed by the dragon might, seeming to freeze in the sound before falling completely still. At last, he felt he had regained control of his body.
Compared with the two cats, Sartogua reacted more visibly to the dragon's roar.
The enormous, bat-wing-like ears atop His head instantly folded back against His forehead; a silvery film clouded the golden eyes covering His body, their gold congealing until they resembled pieces of amber.
Before the dragon's roar had ended,
the Yellow Calico Cat raised a paw and swiped at the sky.
The earth rumbled and shook as an incandescent sun tore through it and slowly rose; a broken moon trembled as it escaped the