Scraps and a Big Drumstick

"Where did she go?"

Federico turned his head in confusion.

All he had felt was a blur before his eyes, and then the charming little beauty in front of him had vanished.

Had she been thrown off?

That would be a tragedy. In such an important competition, there was no way he could stop to look for her.

"By the way, where's this wind coming from?"

Feeling the breeze against his cheeks, Federico scratched his head in confusion. Then, to his horror, he realized that the seat to his left was slowly drifting away from him.

Bang~!

The Flying Car, neatly sliced in half down the middle, plunged headfirst into the sand.

Silence. Dead silence.

Everyone stared dumbfoundedly at Yomi's somewhat slender figure. They simply could not understand how she had done it.

That was a Flying Car!

And not just any Flying Car—it was one specially reinforced for safety in competition!

How could someone slice it cleanly in half with a single blade as easily as cutting a cake?

Even Gryffindor reborn probably could not pull off something this outrageous, could he?

This was not magical at all!

Just as everyone suspected that Yomi had used some kind of Illusion Spell, she once again turned into an afterimage in midair. Blades of light flashed one after another, and then Flying Cars were sent scattering in all directions.

This time, however, Yomi did not use her full strength. She merely stopped the contestants without destroying their Flying Cars.

After all, she was not some kind of devil. She was an evil spirit. Flying Cars were expensive, and even these contestants would ache for a long time after losing one.

"Could I trouble everyone to rest here for a few minutes? Don't worry, it won't be for long."

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