Even Thieves Have Their Reasons

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Pastel fiddled with the luggage bag slung over the horse's saddle. The strap came undone, and she grasped a white Magic Stone Broom.

She lifted the broom high.

"Broom friend~!"

It's faster than a bicycle!

Reassuring!

She placed it between her legs. As she focused her mind on the magic stone inside the broom, the broom floated up.

She pointed at the Black Train that had already gotten quite far away.

"I don't know what evil trick you used to have better technology than our merchant guild, but that speed is far from enough to escape the grasp of the great Governor-General Pastel!"

Pastel gripped the broom tightly...