She was a witch resembling a fallen angel, with six pairs of black wings on her back.
"Tsk, no wonder you're so fast—it's you, Wenwen,"
Upon recognizing who it was, Senior Mia clicked her tongue in slight annoyance but gave up on the idea of accelerating further.
After all, she really couldn't outpace this person.
It wasn't that she lacked fighting spirit, but this fact was universally acknowledged at Witch Academy.
After all, the fastest legend at the academy was none other than the president of the Inky Feather News Agency—Wenwen.
Alas, when it came to running, these Big-mouthed Crows ran faster than the academy's professional athletes.
And rightly so, if they weren't genuinely fast, and if nobody could catch up with them, their usual practice of fabricating news would have gotten them cornered and plucked clean of their feathers long ago.
