Actually, Catherine didn't really want to know the "method" that Marisa was talking about, she was already past the age when she had to get to the bottom of everything.

Now she is neither aggressive nor curious, she just wants to spend the rest of her life with her cat in peace and near-permanence.

But Marisa's challenge, she couldn't refuse.

There is only one reason for this, and it's very simple.

Whether Marisa is really a badly injured archmage, as she claims to be, or a charlatan, it's an indisputable fact that she's weak, very weak, too weak to be mentioned. Catherine is not the kind of "you are not qualified to fight with me", a fierce and courageous martial idiot, and in her opinion, it is unacceptable to refuse such a challenge from a weak person because she suspects the other party of deceit. No, not only refusal, but even careful consideration and calculation in the heart is a kind of humiliation.

No matter who the other party is, strong or weak, what tactics and tricks she has, she just faces it head-on and crushes it with absolute strength, this is the way she should survive.

This is the pride that a strong man must have.

"That's why you lost to me, a weak person who doesn't even have dignity!"

Marisa stared into Catherine's eyes, gritted her teeth, and smiled a little hideously.

These eyes, for Marisa, are really familiar. She'd seen it before, many times.

In the eyes of Hakurei Reimu, in the eyes of Remilia Scarlet, in the eyes of Kazami Yuka, in the eyes of Yakumo Murasaki.

Arrogant, invincible, in a high position, looking down on the common people, and treating everything like ants. These self-proclaimed strong guys probably have similar eyes. Unlike people like Marisa, who are struggling to survive, they are sure of their victory before the battle begins.

So they will lose, to this black and white who is prostrate on the dirt, and can only catch a glimpse of it out of the corner of their eye.

"Pride, self-confidence, dignity, idealism, sensuality, love, it is precisely because they are very strong that they will tie these heavy burdens to themselves one after another, and finally be dragged down by them. I'm different from you, I'm alone, I'm light, I won't get anything if I win, I'm not afraid of losing anything if I lose, I have only one purpose. ”

"That is, to drag you off that damn throne. ”

The above are all Marisa's heartfelt words, and the words she really said were:

"Therefore fear me. ”

Catherine didn't understand the meaning of her words, and she didn't have time to understand them, because Marisa had already rushed up on her broomstick.

"Don't get distracted, bastard, try this!"

A comet-like magic broom roared over Catherine's head, and the bomber dropped several glass bottles and jars one after another, all of which exploded at the touch of a button.

These things will bloom on the top of her brain and give her a South American haircut...... The premise is that they have to be able to explode.

However, they didn't explode, they didn't even fall down, and they hit Catherine's head - they floated in mid-air, like duckweed in a pond.

"A word of caution," said Catherine, "I can not only erase all the energy within a certain range, but also accurately erase a certain energy on an object, such as ...... now."

"I took the 'gravity' out of these bottles. ”

"Monster, are you!" Marisa shouted as she witnessed this scene from above.

"No, not a monster. Catherine looked up at Marisa and said flatly, "It's a vampire." ”

Then, she raised her hand above her head and waved it at the potions bottles floating in mid-air, and they easily betrayed their original owners and flew towards Marisa together.

"One more reminder," said Catherine, "magic, I do too." ”

"And, better than you. ”

"Brute—"

Marisa is chased by the glass bottles that have been turned into homing missiles, and flies all over the sky on a broomstick. She made these things by herself, and she knew how powerful they were. If they catch up, the game is over.

The magic broom was already flying at full speed, but instead of being able to shake off the bottle behind it, it was getting a lot closer, and it looked like it was about to hit it. In desperation, Marisa had no choice but to use the last bit of ammunition at the bottom of the box.

"Go!"

She yelled, throwing the last of the magic crystals behind her, which had been the fuel for the stove she used to cook dinner. As soon as this crystal full of magical energy came into contact with the bottles that were as flammable and explosive as it, it burst open. The heat and flames released by the explosion caused a chain explosion, which in an instant turned the entire chain of homing missiles into fireworks in mid-air.

For the time being, escaped.

However, Marisa did not dare to let go of this breath, and she realized that she was in another predicament, and this one was even more deadly than the previous one.

The ammunition she brought out had been completely exhausted.

In the previous battle at the entrance of the Red Devil Pavilion, the consumption of the last cannon was not covered. Strictly speaking, Marisa, who entered the gate of the Red Devil Pavilion, no longer has the ability to fight.

Unlike a real magician, Marisa's magic power comes from the "ammunition" she brings with her—magic stones purified from mushrooms and other magical plants. Marisa, who has no ammo, is just an ordinary little girl with a broomstick.

No, she's not even as good as a normal little girl, who doesn't just throw an explosive bottle and almost blow herself up.

Ordinary little girls don't even come to die in such a place!

"What, you're back here again?"

Catherine watched Marisa ride her broomstick, arcing in mid-air, and finally returning to her, and asked calmly:

"Don't play ghost catchers anymore?"

"I'm sorry, it's over!" Marisa said, dropping to the ground, picking up her broomstick, "I have another idea to compare myself to." ”

Another excuse.

"Other ideas" is actually the only viable idea, and Marisa certainly doesn't tell her opponent "I'm running out of ammo, come and kill me", just as her opponent can't let her go home and get some ammo and come back.

"Hey......"

Looking at Marisa's eager look, Catherine sighed for some reason. Then she looked up at the pale snowy sky, and said:

"Look at the sky, black and white magician. ”

Hearing her say this, Marisa stopped her desire to do it, looked up, and felt inexplicable.

"See, and then?" Marisa asked, "What do you want to express?"

"Pure white, without a hint of variegation, just like the bride's wedding dress, pure and beautiful. ”

Catherine said, looking into Marisa's eyes, and said word by word, clearly:

"I am this sky, and you are the snow in the sky. ”

"You can jump and dance as much as you can, but your fate is already decided. ”

"That's it, scattered in front of me, that's all. ”

"Hehe, haha!"

Marisa craned her neck and laughed arrogantly:

"I don't think so, Miss Cat!"

"After all, the white sky will always disperse and give way to blue, just before this snow falls!"

On the surface, behind the scenes, Marisa gestured behind her back and called Alice, who was standing behind.

"Listen up, Alice. Marisa didn't look back, she said in a low voice:

"The next blow is the only chance for you and me, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent. ”

"If you don't succeed, you become benevolent", this sentence has never been in Alice's dictionary.

But there is no way, it has come to this, she can't leave Marisa and run away alone anyway, rather than that, it is better to "become benevolent" with Marisa.

"I need you, trust me completely. Marisa continued, "Give me your life." ”

"What are you trying to do?" asked Alice.

"I don't have time to explain to you, let's ride up. ”

Marisa said, unleashing her magic broomstick again, stepping over it like a cowboy, then turning back to her lovers who were wandering the world with her:

"Ride up, and hold on. ”

Alice had no other choice, but as soon as she got on the broomstick, she immediately felt regret.

"According to my observations and reasoning, this invincible Miss Kate has a fatal weakness, do you want to know?"

The broom floated up slowly, Marisa said, to Alice, who was riding behind her.

"I want to think about it, but I ......"

"There's nothing more to it than that. ”

Marisa turned her head and bared her teeth at Alice—a playful smile in her style.

Seeing this familiar smiling face, Alice immediately understood......

Something is wrong!

"I'll prove it to you!"

Marisa roared, and her broom, like a modified motorcycle, roared furiously.

In the next second, he rode the steel monster and turned into a star, this magic broomstick, reaching the highest speed since its birth.

"It's Detective Marisa's turn again!hee-ha-"

"Wait a minute, Marisa......! Whoa—"