‘Put the sun through the eye of a needle.’
Yes, that’s definitely what it was.
It wasn’t something I had particularly paid attention to. After all, it was unreasonable, wasn’t it?
In a way, it was as absurd as the sudden demand to pierce through space.
Even a graduate student from the Magic Faculty, famous for their slave mentality, would shake their head at such an instruction.
But there was no opportunity for me to argue back.
Because a woman’s slender scream echoed from afar.
“……Kyaaak!”
“Puhu, aha… Heuhahahahahaha!”
And following that, a boisterous laughter burst out.
It was a bold rhythm that didn’t suit the clear and pure tone at all.
I didn’t even feel the need to check who it was. The source of the voice was obvious.
It must be the sounds made by the vampire and the Sword Duke, respectively.
Soon, our eyes—mine and the Great Witch’s—turned blankly back to the battlefield. There, the vampire was visible, barely…