(a)

"Bang!"

Yasaka Kanako put down the wine cup, wiped her mouth, and shouted:

"Good wine!"

After three rounds of drinking, everyone present was half drunk and half awake, and their cheeks were red. A big drinker like Kanako has been doing it for an unknown number of rounds. This pot on the left and on the right, what exactly she drank, she herself is not sure, in short, it is all good wine.

Kanako's skin, starting from her neck, was red to the base of her ears, and her whole body looked like it was cooked, and her eyes were foggy, blinking for a while, as if she was about to get drunk and fall on the wine table.

She sat cross-legged, her hands on her knees, leaning forward, looking up at the life at the table. She looked at Reimu and Sanae, who started a fight without saying a word, at Flandoro, who took advantage of the chaos to secretly pour soy sauce into Pache Li's wine glass, and at Sixteen Rooms with a wry smile on her face, and suddenly grinned and laughed.

"Hahahaha, you guys, it's really funny!" she laughed, "You said it's a witch, a vampire, and a magician, and that such a group of people can get together." How many years have I not seen such a scene?"

After that, she touched her chin, tilted her head and thought about it, and said:

"Like...... Never?"

"Isn't that unusual?"

Pache Noregi, who was sitting in the second seat, said this, habitually picked up her glass, took a sip, and when she frowned, she turned her face away and whispered:

"Salty ......"

"Yes!" came the cheers of a certain successful little girl out of nowhere.

"It's not that it's a question of whether it's strange or not...... Kanako said, holding her hand, "I thought you should be the enemy...... Of course, I don't know much about Western culture!"

"Well...... Of course, it was an enemy a few hundred years ago, but now it ......."

Pache said that he would not continue, and when Kanako saw this, she asked:

"Not now?"

"No, even now, the relationship between the witch, the magician, and the vampire is not good. It's like oil, water, and air don't fundamentally come together, at least, for the most part, but ......"

"Just?"

"Our situation has some special ......"

Seeing Kanako's "tell me quickly" look, Patchouli hesitated for a moment before she spoke:

"Since you're a true god, I don't think I have to worry about anything...... Do you know Gensokyo?"

(b)

"Hmm...... Good wine......"

The girl held a large wine gourd in both hands, and drank the high-concentration alcoholic beverage as if she were drinking water.

This is the mountain behind Moriya Shrine, and this short girl is sitting on the top of the mountain, looking up at the moon and drinking. This is the only one, accompanied by the shadow of the moonlight tree. The noisy world at the bottom of the mountain seems to have nothing to do with her.

The pale moonlight struck down, reflecting her figure. She was born short, but she had orange hair that could be dragged to the ground. She was lean, and her exposed arms showed clear muscular lines that ordinary little girls could not have.

The girl was wearing a thin white vest with a fluffy purple skirt underneath. She wore large red bows around the collar of her dress and at the back of her head, and a thin chain was wrapped around the wrists and ends of her hair. At the ends of the three chains are quadrangular pyramids, spherical pendants, and cube-shaped pendants, which are red, yellow, and blue, and I don't know what they mean.

These costumes are eye-catching, but none of them compare to the two horns on her head. The girl had an exaggerated horn on each side of her brain, resembling antlers, but it wasn't. There was even a purple ribbon tied to the left corner.

This girl is not human, apparently not. Few people in the world know her true identity, but she doesn't care.

The wind rose for a moment, and the breeze gently brushed the girl's cheeks, which were flushed with drunkenness, but with a "snap", he gave her a slap - it was a piece of paper that flew in the wind, and happened to hit her in the face.

"Huh, what's that?"

Feeling that the field of vision suddenly darkened, the girl put down the wine gourd, ripped off the things that were pasted on her face, pinched it in her hand, and looked at it by the moonlight, only to find that it was a piece of rice paper rune paper. There were two complex ancient characters written on the rune paper, this girl could have understood, but now she had just finished drinking, she was confused, and she looked at everything with ghosting, and it was still dark, she sat there frowning and looked at the old man for a long time, and she couldn't see what was written on the rune paper.

"Hiccup...... Forget it, it doesn't matter......"

The girl burped, threw the talisman paper back, and left it alone.

"Those two words are 'Hirori'. ”

The low, hoarse voice came from behind the girl, and she looked back, only to see a man dressed in black standing behind her, holding the piece of talisman she had just discarded, looking down at her with a blank face.

The man was about forty years old, tall and thin, with long curly black hair scattered over his shoulders. He had a well-defined European face, a long face, a pointed chin, a hooked nose, a cleanly shaved beard, and wrinkles on his face like razor scratches. He was dressed in a black robe, neatly groomed, and the leather shoes on his feet were polished and shiny—an outfit that made him look like a priest, except for the upside-down cross pendant around his neck, which only added to the evil air.

Hang the cross upside down and lead the human will to hell.

By the way, his eyes were a blood-red glow that glowed uncomfortably under the moon.

The girl did not know when the man appeared behind her, and she had not heard any noise, so she could not tell. Of course, she didn't care. She glanced at the man, then turned her head back again, folded her arms, and pondered to herself.

"Bori, I seem to be a little impressed, but I don't seem to have ......," she muttered.

"Ah, yes, there is such a thing!" cried the girl, with a sudden slap on the head, "three hundred years ago, I suffered a great loss here!"

After that, she habitually picked up the wine gourd and poured it violently.

"The opponent who can make you suffer must not be an ordinary person, right?" the man asked.

"The strength is indeed there, and he is also very smart, but three hundred years have passed, and that guy is afraid that he has been reincarnated several times. The girl said with the bottle of the wine gourd in her mouth. As soon as she said this, she took another sip of wine from her neck.

This is a veritable drunkard.

"Your Excellency Azuka Ibuki, humans are not like us. ”

The man stared at the runic paper in his hand, whether it was his eyes, expression, or voice, it was so cold that it could freeze people.

"Human beings are forever repeating the cycle of life and death, ancestors pass away, and future generations pass on. "They have passed on the power of blood and soul from generation to generation, constantly transforming and improving. ”

"Bo Li, broad, gorgeous, after the famous, there is no mediocrity, if you take it lightly, you will regret it. ”

With that, he rubbed his fingers, and the rune paper instantly turned into pitch-black ashes, silently dissipating in the evening breeze.

"Ha, you have a nice word, but am I still the one who is serious?" said the girl named Ibuki Sumika, putting down the gourd, stuffing the stopper, and laughing, "Say it, Flamin de Sebirus, or, Mr. 'Loyal Dog'...... Why did you come to me this time?"

"Sheila-sama wants to see you, and the matter of the covenant needs to be discussed in detail. ”

"Really......"

Ibuki Suika was silent when she heard this, but silently raised her head and looked at the miserable white moon ring.

"The moonlight is so beautiful, I can't bear it......"

With that, she uncorked the bottle and picked up the wine gourd.

"Tell her I'll be there later. Cui Xiang swallowed a large sip of wine and said without looking back.

"I'll do it. ”

With such a sentence, the man disappeared into the night, and there was no trace of him.