(a)

"Defeated, defeated, haha!"

Remilia, covered in blood, lay on the ground, smiling heartily. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info her clothes are full of holes and eyes, and thanks to her sister's blessing, the good dress has become a fishnet suit that even adults will feel ashamed to wear.

Her spear was stuck on the floor not far away, but she didn't have the strength to lift it anymore.

It's game over.

"Yay!"

Flandorow slowly fell from the air, then grinned and raised her right hand forward in a "victory" gesture.

Like her sister, Fran was riddled with wounds, most of which had not yet healed on their own, and the wounds were slowly wriggling, looking very scary.

At least, though, she was able to stand up, and she had to score one more point than her sister in that regard.

"Fran VS Sister with a Bad Heart," Flandall announced with a grin, "Three battles, all wins!"

"Hey, who's bad-hearted? You dead kid with no conscience!" Remilia complained weakly as she lay on the ground, "My sister is a white-eyed wolf, she picks up a bowl to eat, puts down her chopsticks and scolds her mother, I have fed you for so many years!"

"Bah, my sister has always been a bad person!" Fran stuck out her tongue, "lock people in the basement for four hundred ...... For more than 400 years, my sister is just bad, terrible!"

"Stinky little ghost, I won't carry this pot!" Remilia struggled to sit up and exclaimed, "It's all a good thing your dear brother Nalan did!"

"You see, I'm starting to shift the blame to others again, hey......"

At this time, Flandrew uncharacteristically pretended to be a little adult, crossed her hands on her hips, frowned, sighed, and then pretended to be old-fashioned:

"Remilia, how young do you have to be before you can learn to take responsibility? As a younger sister, I'm quite worried about your future growth!"

"You're a little arrogant, Fran!" Remilia jumped to her feet at this and moved her knuckles a few times. She smiled and unreservedly wrote her anger on her face.

A nameless fire ignited from the bottom of her heart, rising higher and higher, so hot that she couldn't sit still, and she just wanted to roll up her sleeves and fight again.

What Fran said was just a joke, and Remilia knew it, but she was so easily angry with her sister that even Nalan couldn't provoke her so easily, even though he often did it intentionally or unintentionally.

"What's wrong? I didn't humiliate enough just now, do you want to do a second round?"

Fran was overjoyed to see her sister's anger—it was exactly what she wanted.

"It must be!" Remilia pulled out the spear in her hand, pursed her face and spat out a mouthful of blood foam, and said fiercely, "But this time, I will stuff all the defeat into your mouth, you have to eat it, you have to eat it, you have to eat it!"

"Hehe, my sister can still talk big, and in this regard, Fran Gan bows down. ”

"Don't talk nonsense, let's fight!"

Try not to talk about problems that can be solved with violence, this is one of Gensokyo's iron rules.

"Alright, you two!"

At this time, Melly barged in, with an apron hanging from her chest.

"Miss Sakiya is in the kitchen whipping up the cake, so I'll let you know," she shouted, raising her voice.

"Lunch is ready!"

As soon as the word "rice" came out, the two sisters immediately stopped fighting, turned their heads in unison, and glared at Melly with two pairs of big red eyes—which made her feel a lot of pressure.

"Uh...... I mean......" Melly rubbed the corners of her skirt and became squirming, "I just made a few ...... on a whim I can't say it's a good dish, but it's a dish that tastes okay, so if you don't dislike it, please try it while it's hot...... Or something?"

"Gollum ......"

I don't know whose hunger can't bear the loneliness, so he gave the answer first.

"Gollum—"

Then came the second sound, louder and more savage than the previous one.

The two sisters look at me, I look at you, and they looked at each other wordlessly for a few seconds, and finally nodded in unison.

"Sister, or let's ......"

"Well, I also think that there should be a truce for the time being, and food first. ”

"Yes!" said Fran, who was so happy that she turned her head and asked Melly:

"Sister Melly, you just said there was a cake, right?"

"Hmm!" Merry nodded, and at the same time, let go of a large stone in her heart.

If these two little guys don't listen to persuasion and fight again in front of her, then she doesn't know how to end it.

"Great! Fran loves cakes!"

"Wait a minute, Fran, you don't want to eat alone this time!"

"Lalala, what did my sister say, I didn't hear it!"

Flandroe smiled and ran to the dining room first. Her sister, who had no prospects, also hurriedly ran over in order to prevent the cake from being swallowed alone.

Melly looked at the backs of the two, smiled helplessly, and slowly followed.

(b)

The room was small, there were no windows, and only a candle was lit so that it would not fall into complete darkness. There were only two people in the room, one with his head bowed and the other sitting in a swivel chair.

The one standing was a slightly chubby man, who looked to be forty years old. The man's face was full of fear and sweat, like a prisoner about to be executed.

In contrast, the man sitting was very calm. Of course, this may also be because the white mask on his face covers all expressions, whether it is joy, anger or sorrow, it is not visible to outsiders.

"So, you're telling me," the masked man began, "that you didn't complete the task I gave you, and that you were forced by the locals to use up all the gems, and then you ran back in disgrace?"

His tone was very flat, but the words pierced the fat man's heart like nails.

is not angry and self-assured, this is the best portrayal of the masked man in front of him.

"No...... No......" The fat man, Nichollai, trembled, "Boss, listen to me, I ...... I met Nalan Twilight, and I was almost killed by him!"

"Oh, so what?" Who said the phrase, 'Finish the task no matter what?? Did I give you the precious gem just to listen to you make excuses?"

"Wan ...... I'm so sorry!"

Nikolai's head was on the verge of falling to the ground, and in fact, he was eager to get down on his knees and kiss the masked man's shoes for forgiveness. It's a pity that his boss hates this set the most.

"Please give me another chance, I'll be sure to ...... next time"

"There's no next time!"

As soon as these words came out, even the flame on the candle trembled. Nikolai swallowed a mouthful of saliva and froze in place, not even daring to look up at the man in front of him. Beads of sweat fell from his forehead like a faucet that hadn't been turned off.

He is desperately waiting for his verdict, such as the Buddha, Jesus Christ, Taishang Laojun, but all the gods and Buddhas that can be worshipped, he has worshiped in his heart, and there is no other way to be, only a way to live.

"Hey......"

After a long silence, the masked man sighed, waved his hand, and said:

"You go, don't let me see you again. ”

"Thank you...... Thank you, sir!"

There seemed to be a thousand flowers blooming in Nikolai's heart, and they all cheered for this hard-won "life". But he had to stay calm, or at least pretend to be calm, and disappear from here softly and silently, before his boss changed his mind.

He turned and took two brisk steps. As he took the third step with his leg raised, his whole body split in two without warning, fell to the sides, and stopped moving.

Even when he died, his face, which had been split in half, still had a relieved expression - it seemed that he had no premonition of his own death.

To make matters worse, his boss didn't anticipate all of this either.

At this moment, if the masked man was not wearing a mask, he would definitely show an extremely shocked expression, for a simple reason:

He didn't kill people.

He didn't even move a finger as he watched his subordinates being cut in half.

And there were only the two of them in the room from beginning to end, and there could never be a third party.

He knew only one person who could do such a thing.

"Nalan Twilight!"

His voice, trembling with anger.

"You called me?"

As if deliberately responding to his call, there was another person in the room. No one knows where this man came from, and when the masked man saw him, he was already there.

Thanks to his presence, the tiny room became more crowded and stuffy.