Volume 3 Synopsis:

Yunshi Bianqi’s monologue:

Panic pricks like ice water—why did this happen?

My secret as a girl got cracked open by the Student Council President, Asagi Renka.

She’s a president on the surface, a queen with a velvet whip at heart.

Right—Her Majesty—cough—the President had a purpose, sharp as a needle under silk.

No wonder she’s of the Clan Head’s bloodline; her abacus beads clacked like hail on slate.

She asked to pull Miyuki Kiseki from the Outer World into her plan, like netting the moon.

And the plan is… a strike against the Church, like storming a granite tower?

Hey, seriously—can you headbutt a cliff and expect it to bow?

Fine, half joking, like a smile hiding a knife.

Really, she wants to hit the Church where it hurts, like a needle to a vein.

So next volume, Miyuki Kiseki lives split: student by day, Witch by night, like sun and moon trading masks.

What’s wrong with that—where’s the crack in this mirror?

Nothing—she’s going abroad, a gull riding a salty wind.

Yes, to Britain, where fog curls like old parchment along the Thames.

She’ll head for the Magic Institution and the Church, into halls and spires like a maze of thorns.

She really is the lead; fate streams to her like a river to the sea.

What, the school’s holding a sports festival, flags flapping like fish in wind?

What’s that to me—just more drums like summer thunder.

No way; I’m not joining the cheer squad, I’m not cross-dressing—those are lace shackles I won’t wear.

Let go of me—hands off—help, I’m being dragged like a kite in a crosswind!