Sakuramoria

Miss Hatiora, sitting helplessly on the ground. Futaba, with a bloodied katana, standing over the lifeless body. Miss Imas, with two bullet holes and marks from the silent girl's weapon. This was not at all the scene that Leila had hoped to see, or even thought she would see. She wanted to believe that some abstract villain was behind everything that was happening at NAILS, and not someone from the students or faculty. Not the woman who had comforted her just recently. But common sense suggested that Carvia could indeed be responsible for all the unpleasant events of today. She was a powerful sorceress, with magic that could overwhelm the mind. Ignatius was her student and certainly trusted his mentor. Now that she thought about it, Miss Imas had even offered to cast a hypnosis spell on her, on Leila. She could have cast it on Dion as well. The Taimanian girl really didn't want to believe that this was the case, but based on the information she had, it didn't seem completely impossible.
"Mr. Mandragora," the girl said uncertainly, turning to the old soldier, hoping that his answer would dispel the suspicions that had arisen, "Dion visited Miss Imas today, not you, right?"