Sakuramoria

Futaba sighed heavily and shrugged.
- Good speech, "teacher," but you'd better sit down. With your gear and at your age, you can't stand in the July heat for long, - she waved her hand at the teachers. - Bring him a chair, get him some water! The man is unwell.

"No, Futaba, unfortunately. This is no longer foolishness or madness. Worse, you've been taken hostage, just like us. There's no clever educational plan here. General Mandragora, who has already tested our patience in every way possible, has openly declared war on us, threatening death. Such a serious event, along with everything else, in an academy under the patronage of the king's granddaughter, cannot go unnoticed by His Majesty. And that means he approves of all this, at the very least. This can no longer be explained by Alidume's control or something like that, by the way, right?" - she glances sideways at the demon, but for a moment, as if not looking at him, checking.
"It would be good to retaliate for the declaration of war, but we are in the heart of enemy territory. If we kill the criminals, we will be declared criminals ourselves, and our fate will be sealed. Goodbye. So long. Oh, Yukka, we've lost everything," - the girl remembers her friend and unexpectedly feels even greater anger.
"AND HOW LONG AGO did they commit all these atrocities? And are you sure... Yukka..."
Varya was brought out of her thoughts by Ixora. She oriented herself correctly, good job. For now, we'll have to play along, and you too, Futaba. Your fighting spirit is good, dear neighbor, but now you need to think about others and be a puppet queen. Until we decide what to do next.
Varya prepares to go next.