The bell tower of the Red Devil Pavilion was still so quiet, and a faint red mist shrouded the place, making everything around it look like it was soaked in blood. Because of this red mist, the Red Devil Pavilion has always been an eerie castle in the eyes of strangers, and its inhabitants are often considered to be demons who take pleasure in killing.

But the two people standing here are different, they were both once residents here, familiar with the Red Devil Pavilion, and know the cuteness of the girls inside.

The carpenter was still dressed in the same cloth garment, and the brown clothes made him look like a piece of wood, and his unpretentious appearance added to this illusion.

However, the Bloodline girl standing beside him didn't think so, as early as the Great War of the Missing Mound, she had already seen the strength of the carpenter. In the face of the monster sage who was far beyond their knowledge and terrifying to nightmares, only a few people such as the carpenter could temporarily compete with her.

Behind them was Pache who was already asleep, her eyes closed and wrapped in a quilt, looking serene.

What she saw just now, everything she experienced, was just a dream, not a reality. The same thing is happening to every resident of the Red Devil Pavilion, who is trapped in a carpenter's dream, unable to wake up.

The Blood Maiden Skalil looked at the mirror in front of her with the picture of their dreams, and finally spoke: "There is no point in you doing this, let them fall asleep, relive our encounter and get along, it is just to drink to quench their thirst, and when they wake up, they will only think that we are interfering with their memories." ”

After speaking, she coughed lightly a few times, stretched out her hand to cover her mouth, to cover her gaffe, but she didn't want to, she actually coughed up blood, and her white palm was already stained with a lot of her own blood. She didn't care, and calmly wiped the blood with the handkerchief next to her.

"People always want to try until they fail, and I still have a glimmer of hope that they will remember us. By the way, do you want to go to the Forever Pavilion to take a look, it's not the same thing to keep coughing like this, and the lung lobes injured by the monster sage are not so easy to heal. ”

He calmly answered Scaril's question, and at the same time was concerned about her condition.

The Monster Sage is just too terrifying. On that day, the army of black shadows that gathered countless survivors of parallel worlds collapsed in front of her, and she was killed by her with a parasol. To this day, the carpenter also feels that he has survived, thanks in large part to his lack of presence.

Faced with his kindness, the girl waved her hand and rejected his proposal.

"No need, we're all dying people anyway, and there's no difference between one day earlier and one day later. Rather than seeing her unable to remember me and indulging in her own unrealistic fantasies, I should have gone to the Santu River as soon as possible. ”

Unlike the carpenter, who watched all the scenes, Skalil looked at Remilia's image from beginning to end.

In Remilia's dream, she was escaping the Holy See, at that time, Sachuaya, Pache had not yet been born, Red Misuzu did not know if she had taken shape, Flandrew was carried behind her, and the only companion who could flee with her was Scaliel.

Looking at the occasional light and the blood that didn't spurt out of the screen, Skalil felt like he had entered Remilia's dream, returning to that time of exile.

She reached out and touched the mirror, the cold touch coming from her fingers, but it couldn't dampen the warmth in her heart. She showed a look of longing and sadness, and said:

"Judging from her unfamiliar appearance, there should be no me in this world, whether it is because of the unexpected death of my ancestors, or because of my personal problems, in short, in this world, I have no intersection with Remilia. She didn't know me after all. ”

Remilia was obsessed with her dreams, and so was Scaliel.

Don't look at the fact that she reprimanded the carpenter before, if she didn't agree, the carpenter wouldn't have implemented the current plan. There was also a naïve thought in her heart, and Skalil still wished to see the familiar Remilia.

"In the end, I'm going to die of my injuries, and Shizuku is expected to kill himself, so what about you? It's not like those guys outside, reluctant to die, and finally drag down the people you love. ”

Scaril's tone was still cold, but the carpenter could hear the self-deprecation hidden in her words. Those people are pitiful, and she is only one of those pathetic people. If it weren't for the big problem during the crossing, wouldn't she want to reacquaint herself with Remilia and become best friends again? Could it be that she is hiding in the shadows like this now, and can only relive the past situation by letting the other party dream, which is what she expects?

For this matter, there is no way to do it as a carpenter, because he is also a person who sympathizes with the same disease, although he can survive with his strong strength, but he will die after all.

"I want to die at their hands."

The carpenter gave a very astonishing answer, and his tone was so calm, as if the person who was going to die was not himself but someone else, but it was not that he did not value his life, but that it was the best result he could think of.

"I don't know if it's a delusion, but I still think that Yakumo didn't do her best that day, and in the end, it wasn't that we escaped, but that she let us go. I've been thinking about a question ever since that day. My hard-earned life should be devoted to something more meaningful, and revenge or something is still not for me. ”

Although the carpenter did not explain his reasons, Skalil had already read his heart and knew his mind through his serious eyes. So she looked at the latter with more and more complicated eyes, both sympathy and respect.

"Although we are from different worlds and have never met before, I still have to say, you are a good person."

There are many definitions of a good person, but in Scalil's eyes, there is only one definition of a good person, and that is a friendly person who can help others.

There was no doubt that the carpenter in front of her was such a good man, so she bent down and bowed to him earnestly. Her solemn act startled the carpenter, who became nervous, and rubbed his cloth with his hands, not knowing what to do.

Smack-

An untimely cracking sound came, and a crack appeared in the mirror that was engraved with the dreams of everyone in the Red Devil Pavilion.

The carpenter and Skalil froze at the same time, then sighed in unison.

"What should come will come eventually, and this dream can't trap them anymore."

This Gensokyo is so different from what they know that even the Red Devil Pavilion they are most familiar with is not the same as they remember.

It's too strong, they're all too strong. Whether it's Yakumo Murasaki, or Remilia and the others, they are much stronger than the carpenter and others remember.

The dream mirror in front of them was already one of the carpenter's strongest works, but it still couldn't trap them, and only a few minutes had passed, and the mirror was already showing signs of shattering.

"I've learned the lesson of the mask before, and I didn't expect their strength to be beyond my expectations."

There was regret in the carpenter's tone, but more of it was admiration, even if there was no road ahead of him, he couldn't help but be happy that the Red Devil Pavilion had become stronger.

The mask that Qin Xin wore before was made by him, and the ability to give the people trapped in it good dreams was also given to that mask.

Too beautiful dreams are too fake, this is a valuable lesson he has learned.

He couldn't help but frown at the thought of this, not because he was shot through the heart by Remilia at the end of the mask mutation, but because of the guy who took his mask.

Contrary to Remilia's suspicion, the mask was actually a gift.

It was like a matryoshka doll, with several layers of masks in between, but he had come up with it after a long discussion with Pache who he knew, both in terms of shape and ability.

Unfortunately, not long after it was completed, someone took the mask and applied some other spells on it.

"Maybe I have something else to do."

The carpenter frowned at the thought of the usurper who called himself Yin Feixing. It was that guy who took the mask and asked a certain Qin Xin's admirer to give the modified mask to Qin Xin.

In the carpenter's opinion, Yin Feixing is different from the others, he is crazy.

If the madness of the gods is wild in the traditional sense, it is the venting of losing their minds, and the madness of Yin Feixing is the madness of calm. He still has reason, he knows who offended him, who made him homeless, who let himself get out of his beloved Gensokyo, and become the person he is now.

Now that he has nothing, he has nothing to fear, and there is nothing he can't bear to give. So he wants to take revenge, and he wants to vent his anger on those who deserve it. As for whether it will affect other people, he is already crazy and probably won't care.

A man like him, who is capable, fearless, and hates the whole world, is the most dangerous.

Even if he is as dull as a carpenter, he senses the danger of Yin Feixing.

It's just that he has never killed anyone, and he has thoughts in his heart, but he doesn't know how to do it.

So in his confusion, he didn't notice that a gap appeared under the bell tower.

"It's finally cracked, let's go."

The Eight and Nine Temple, whose face was full of fatigue and whose eyes were unusually clear, came out of the gap and whispered to Kaguya behind him.

A second has passed in the outside world, but he has been in the enchantment for a full three months, relying on such a long time of analysis, he has completely seen through the composition of space magic, and his understanding of the gap has gone further, and he has successfully cracked Pachuali's highest masterpiece.

"Now you should be equivalent to Yakumo Purple before Gensokyo was built, when she attacked the moon back then, her strength should be not much different from yours."

Kaguya snapped his fingers and praised the Eight Nine Temples.

During those three months, she didn't do nothing. Although the Eighty-Nine Temple has reached the peak of the big monster, and its physical fitness is also terrifying, it is still not out of the category of human beings, and it still needs to eat every day.

And no one can do this task except Kaguya.

For three months, Kaguya took out potato chips and Coke from his pocket and stuffed them into the mouth of the Eight and Nine Temples.

In her words, in those three months, she was like a mother, working hard to raise a vegetative son.