“…Sleipnir. Drop the gun. You don’t have to do this.”

“Not until she suck it down into her throat and pay for what she did to my fellow Witches! Come on! Moan like a pig, you little swine!”

“I SAID STOP THAT YOU IDIOT WITCH!”

It was night fall. There had been a large scale battle on both the land and the air. The mixed Royal Air Force and U.S. Air Force had successfully pushed back the Imperial German sky forces of Fokkers and Zeppelin bombers from the border of France entering via Belgium. However, the ground battle of tanks and soldiers in the trenches were a shamble. There were heavy resistance on both sides, so it was a long drawn out stalemate for hours and hours.

It wasn’t an entire loss, on the other hand. Several soldiers who were secretly paired with magicians from the Canadian Witch and British Magic Division were able to defeat and apprehend some of the key German and Austrian Arcana Platoons. They were able to interrupt the enemy's counteroffensive, dissolving their ritual to summon a heavy Fireball Bombardment and Swarm of Vampire Mosquitoes.

Primarily, without the daring dive bomb of a certain Canadian Pilot and Canadian Witch interrupting their armored support, the enemy magicians would never have been captured. Now, in order to break the stale mate, every team on the Allies side must work around the clock in squeezing key information and intelligence from the capture magic spies and soldiers. That Pilot and Witch were currently underway in this large scale operation.

“Like I said. Put the gun down, Sleipnir. She may be an enemy, even a magician, but there’s no need for you to violate her like this.”

“After melting off my dress in front of 1000 men!? And tying me up naked in the air by a floating vine! I think not, my dear Ray-Ray! This little brat needs some spanking time to reflect on her punishment!”

“…Sleipnir. It was your own d*mn fault for using magic to calling out that Octopus demon thing. It stripped you and hung you up in the air on its own accord, not her.”

“Guh! I-I confess my magic level wasn’t at the required stage to control a summon from the Cthulhu Mythos, b-b-but she forced me to play my hand! So how could it not be her fault!”

The Canadian Pilot was named Raymond Collishaw. He was one of the top aces among the pilots in World War 1. Namely, he was close rank to the British Billy Bishop and had several legendary encounters with the German Red Baron. He himself was a gentlemen on both land and air, and preferred not to get his hands too dirty unless necessary. Normally, he would sit out on interrogation, but since he was charged in being partners with a Witch, his duty was to ensure she survived this war while she dealt with magical agents.

Personally, he forced himself to be present to make sure his so called partner doesn't do anything... stupid. So he had every right to stand aside while the Canadian Witch the barrel of a German Luger down the enemy Witch’s mouth (Note: Not loaded). From the pilot’s angle, he can’t tell if the girl was suffering or enjoying this torture.

“Why don’t you just use the classical Witch Trial cr*p to get a confession out of her. If you hang her by the toe and dunk her in oil, she might start singing how Germany is inventing a rocket or something.”

“I refuse to use the same techniques that were once deployed to shame and embarass my ancestors! Besides, my goal isn’t to get her to talk about her army’s secrets. Your friends in British Intelligence has that covered. I want to ruin her, break her, make her regret she was born a girl! Kyaaa-haa-haa-haa!”

“……………You’re hand is shaking, Sleipnir. Want to take a break?”

“I-it’s from anger! I swear! I-I don’t get off on this sort of thing!”

Neither does the Canadian Pilot. He believed things can be peacefully talked out, so long as one party was willing to bend over with a humble bow. So far, he could tell the Canadian Witch that was his partner in anti-magic espionage was either torn from commiting a humanitarian atrocity, or enjoying herself. The decision was too close that he was contemplating to judge her by the toss of a coin.

“It’s useless, Sleipnir. She’s intentionally withholding information from you so you can punish her more. See how happy she is when you’re using a flail.”

“...OH DEAR GOD, SHE’S A MASOCHIST!?”

“You didn’t know? Seriously?”

Raymond Collishaw sighed. British Intelligence, or rather the magical department hidden among the main division, were eager in wanting to know the secrets of magic agents from the German and Ottoman forces. They plan on conducting a raid on one of the former Ottoman Imperial outposts, but they heard that the desert path was rigged with magical creatures called Medusa Worms. As much as the Canadian Pilot wasn’t a believer in magic, the situation was no different than looking for information of a hidden minefield. So he understood the urgency in itself.

“R-Ray-Ray! I-I don’t know what to do. I-I’m already conflicted that I’m about to commit a War Crime in applying brutal interrogation techniques, and the fact she’s only getting off from every time I slap her face. Sh-she’s even thanking me with 'Danke Danke!' at me! I'm so lost!”

“Sigh. It can’t be helped. Move over, I’ll take it from here.”

“Kyaaa! H-he pushed my @ss!”

The Canadian Witch with a showy dress made from 1000 raven feathers was ‘kindly’ shoved aside to the ground (hand to the shoulder, she fell on her @ss). Raymond Collidhaw took the seat, sitting before the tied enemy magician. He wasn’t an interrogator, no he would fail that test if he tried out for the police academy back in his hometown. Rather, he’ll use a more unrestricted form of method to extract the informationfrom the enemy witch. Those who are weak of heart, please endure.

“…I love you?”

“Nyaah? The f**k, Ray-Ray!? A-a romantic confession!? S-so bold…HEH? WAIT! WH-WHY IS THE KRAUT MASOCHIST BREAKING DOWN INTO TEARS ALL OF A SUDDEN!?

“I love you.”

“D-did she just say 'Please spare me from this torture from h*ll! I'll tell you everything!'...The h*ll type of logic does this messed up woman have!? I-is she seriously traumatized every time you say something nice and pat her head like a cat!? S-so confused (@[email protected])!"

“I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I love—”

“STOP! PLEASE STOP! Ray-Ray! Can’t you tell this poor Kraut is suffering from your attack!? Sh-she’s already telling you everything about the enemy numbers, the rituals they used to summon sand creatures, and the exact coordinates of every medusa worm in hiding in the desert! She’s even begging with snot and tears to tell you to stop being so loving to her! If you don’t think about her sanity, at least think about how fast my heart is beating from hearing you confess your love over 35 times!”

All the necessary information had been extracted. There was no need for any form of violence, neither was there any other notion of psychological manipulation involved. If Raymond Collishaw had to submit a report to the Intelligence Officer, obviously the one serving the hidden magic division, he could proudly say he never once laid a finger on the German Witch (sort of).

“Oh my god, she’s already convulsing from agony every time you pat her head like a kitten! I-I can’t look, I can’t go on watching this horror show!”

“…Good kitten. Chi-chi-chi.”

"GAAAAH! RAY-RAY, D-DON'T SCRATCH HER CHIN! SHE'S HAVING A SEIZURE! GOOD LORD, FOAM IS COMING OUT OF HER MOUTH! SOMEONE GET A MEDIC! A MEDIIIIIIC!"

No, the Canadian Pilot was not a bad man. Not one bit. He just like cats. (#HistoricalMaybe)