The breeze brushed along their cheeks as Mel and Maria took to the sky, much to the dismay of 'ka-broom' underneath them.
"I've notified the Holy Knight to take care of the cultists at the cliff and track the traces of the archbishop who escaped."
Embracing Mel from behind, Maria nuzzled into Mel's neck. "From here on, all that's left is to ensure the safety of the students."
"But how can we keep the field trip going if the cult's already been spotted?"
Mel's hands trembled on the broom's twig, her thighs tightening instinctively as Maria's hand slid across her torso again.
Shuffling herself to lean more into Maria's touch, Mel glanced behind her. "Wouldn't everyone be forced to leave for safety afterwards?"
"That'd be ideal, but for now, no." The Saintess pressed her body further into Mel's back. "We have to give them the illusion that we're handicapped as well."
Mel arched a brow as she dipped lower, gliding past a few students trudging through the muddy field.
