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[x] Aim at the girl and throw hard.

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"The hell with your thievery, Black-White," Anon mutters as he starts to sneak closer. He hopes that the orb can do something to help stop the witch girl. After all, with instructions like, "Aim and throw hard," it must be a weapon.

Anon gets within a few yards of the witch girl. She still doesn't notice. He takes his time to aim, then throws the orb hard.

For a moment, Anon sees a strange green mist engulf the witch girl. Suddenly, his eyes are blinded by a green-white flash of light. It takes a few moments for his eyes to recover.

When he looked again, the witch girl and her sack vanished. He blinked. The girl and her stolen goods are gone. He turns toward the shelves and sees they are missing quite a lot of books. He sighs and scratches his head.

"Impressive. I didn't expect you to use it like that."

Anon turns toward the direction of the voice and finds Patchouli floating nearby, book in hand. She gestures Anon to follow her and starts to hover back toward the tea table.

"I'd like to take a seat before we talk more. Don't worry about the books, I'll let Koakuma handle it later."

The two head back to their seats at the tea table. Patchouli starts concentrating on her book once more. Anon takes the opportunity to finish off his tea and biscuit. Two minutes of silence pass before he realizes that she may be waiting for him to say something.

"So, what happened to that witch girl?," he asks.

Patchouli doesn't lower her book, but turns her head up slightly to look at Anon.

"She was teleported to the Human Village."

For a moment, Anon wonders if she was smiling as she said that.

Patchouli goes back to her reading, but she seems to be in a good mood for conversation. Koakuma is nowhere to be seen. The exit of the library is still within sight. However, Anon notices that the sun is starting to set from a nearby window.