Sixteen nights of Saki drinking coffee in a warm room.

Her gray-blue eyes, reminiscent of a winter lake, were staring out the window.

The courtyard of the Red Devil Pavilion, which was originally full of colors and flowers, was now swallowed up by one color.

It was the pure white color of snowflakes falling from the sky.

Although the temperature outside the house was indeed very cold, the cold snap did not allow it to invade the building.

If you stay in the Red Devil Pavilion wearing too many clothes, I am afraid that sweat droplets will even appear on your forehead. The temperature in the building is so warm now.

So Sakuya's decoration is the same as usual, and it's still the maid outfit that makes people feel very chic. This is all thanks to the constant burning of fuel, which supplies enough heat to the entire Red Devil Pavilion.

It seems that this sudden heavy snowfall did not cause much trouble to the Red Devil Pavilion.

However, looking at the heavy snow outside the window that does not stop at all, Sakiya's face is clouded.

"Why does it snow so hard for no reason in a good spring?"

As she muttered to herself, she took another sip of steaming coffee.

Now she is in a short break, for Sixteen Leaves Saki Night, staying in the lounge, drinking a cup of coffee, and then looking out the window, as long as she spends more than ten minutes like this, she can relieve the fatigue caused by a day of work.

The slightly bitter taste of coffee Sakuya likes it very much, but she doesn't hate black tea either. To be honest, she doesn't have a preference for black tea or coffee. Sixteen leaves Sakuya have no particular obsession with drinks. I just like the good things about each of them.

Now, however, she was a little worried.

「…… I'm almost running out of coffee beans."

Yes, due to the continuous heavy snowfall, the supplies inside the Red Devil Pavilion have not been adequately replenished. It's not that Saki doesn't go to the world to make purchases at night, but that humans stop working because of the cold.

Although Sakuya doesn't have to drink coffee, and Remilia Scarlet, as the owner of the museum, prefers red wine mixed with blood, coffee is still necessary for the squatting magicians who often stay up late.

Besides, if there are guests who come to visit, ask for coffee on such a snowy day, wouldn't it be a shame for the Red Devil Pavilion to not be able to get it out?

Even this kind of trivial matter will not cause the reputation of the Red Devil Pavilion to be damaged, but the so-called wind reputation is accumulated little by little.

————Of course, it's not just the lack of coffee beans that bothers Sakiya.

The amount of fuel used in the greenhouse is also decreasing, which is a real and urgent problem.

Although vampires probably don't care about the so-called temperature, it's still warm on a snowy day. And as a human being, if the heating fuel runs out, this strange snowy day will undoubtedly become a torment for her.

…… In fact, in the final analysis, the culprit of everything is this sudden snowfall of the broken weather. As long as you can stop this endless snowfall, then everything will be solved.

When it comes to how to solve the weather, it is something that should be prayed to the gods. However, this heavy snow is obviously not a whim from above, but someone is secretly causing trouble.

Because it is impossible for a week of heavy snow to fall in the spring, Sakuya, as one of the "masterminds" who dominated the red mist anomaly not long ago, is well aware of the current situation.

Not bad! This is the mutation!

Anyway, where did the shrine maiden who was supposed to solve the mutation go? It's been snowing for almost a week, hasn't it?

Thinking of Hakuri Reimu, who was completely absent at the critical moment, Sakuya suddenly had a headache.

Mutations should be solved by shrine maidens.,No, there's no rule that others can't solve mutations.,If it weren't for the task of being a maid.,This time Sakuya would have already appeared to investigate the real culprit of this mutation.。

But now there's no holiday of Sixteen Leaves Sakuya、I can only put all my expectations on the witch.。

…… It's just、Is the witch really reliable?

Thinking of the lazy appearance of the witch, Sakiya's cold and beautiful face suddenly brought a little sadness.

Sakuya always felt that at this moment, Hakurei Reimu was curled up in the kotatsu with a satisfied face...... This must be a ridiculous delusion, right?

…… That's right! It's quite possible! If that shrine maiden had no one to supervise her, she would have dragged things out of trouble until the end.

Should I say that she really deserves to be the perfect and chic head maid? Not only is she impeccable as a maid, but she also has an accurate eye for people.

However, even if this conclusion is reached. Things haven't changed at all, and after all, who can supervise the shrine maiden?

「…… Huh?"

Sakiya let out a soft cry of surprise.

Why did you find out now? The best person to be able to supervise the Hirori Shrine Maiden.

What's even more rare is that the other party is in the Red Devil Pavilion at the moment. There's simply no better opportunity than this. Why we didn't realize it until now is really a question worth pondering.

Maybe it's because Sakuya has always had some degree of suspicion about it in her heart. But in fact, that person has never done anything that would disgust Sakuya.

It's almost time to let go of this unwarranted prejudice, right?

Thinking like this, Sakuya put down the porcelain cup, which was already empty.

Then, in the next second, she disappeared into the break room. It was as if her figure a second ago was nothing more than a beautiful illusion.

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The time it took to find that person was actually not very long.

Sakuya unsurprisingly, found the man in the rows of bookshelves in the underground library.

He sat on the ground rather casually, seemingly unconcerned about the possibility of his white clothes being stained with dust. And his posture sitting on the ground did not have any sense of rudeness, but revealed the same elegance and dignity as always.

On his lap was a large book that looked like it had a certain history, and the man looked at it intently with a calm expression.

How so?

As soon as you see a man who blends in perfectly with the atmosphere of the library, you can't bear to disturb him reading...... As if it were a sin to do so.

Suppressing the strange guilt in his heart, Sakuya said in a voice that matched the quiet atmosphere around him.

"Mr. Feili."

"Oh, it's Sakiya."

Hearing someone call his name, the man who was originally immersed in the book is pulled back into the real world. When he saw the head maid standing on his side, he suddenly smiled at Osakiya.

The smile was so gentle that people couldn't help but want to smile in the same way, and Sakuya's breath was stagnant, but she still resisted this urge for no reason.

But thanks to this, her expression became very stiff for a moment. It looks like I'm scared of something...... Sakiya sincerely hopes that this will not leave a bad impression on the man. Especially when she has something to ask for.

"Is it time for the museum to close?"

The man asked curiously.

He didn't know if there was a time limit for this library, but he thought there was, and it was because of this that he never bothered to be here for too long.

Unlike the circle of fools around him, he has the advantage of knowing the meaning of the word "etiquette". Unfortunately, this is a basic criterion that a person should know, and there are not many people he knows who really understand its meaning.

But then again, if it's really closing time, it should be the red-haired demon lady who reminds him, not the maid lady who always makes him uneasy.

Sixteen Nightsaki, who came to him specially, must have something to say.

Eight Senses Feili judged so.

Sixteen Nights Sakuya came to confess to him.

————Of course, life is still smooth sailing, but he is still extremely long-lasting, and he will never be stupid enough to have such nonsense ideas.

P.S: I did what I made yesterday.

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