It's easy to forget your troubles in Gensokyo, and after living day after day in this laid-back atmosphere, Hisali has been in Gensokyo for thirty years before she knows it, and as usual, she is ready to go to bed after studying the magic book.

"Ah~~~, I'm so sleepy, sleep, sleep," Hisali yawned back to her room, and was about to push open the door, when her hand suddenly stopped: "Strange, the breath inside is not quite right." Hisali frowned, added a barrier to herself, and pushed the door open and walked in.

Countless red and white butterflies fluttered in the bedroom, and the dark room without the lights was like a fairyland, and in front of the window stood a woman with her long hair fluttering, like a part of a flock of butterflies in this fairyland.

"Butterfly ...... Butterfly dreams? Hisali thought of something, and held out her hand to the woman tremblingly.

The woman turned and walked over to Hisali. The speculation in her heart became a reality, and Hisali sat down dejectedly: "I should have thought of it a long time ago, thirty years, I have been here for thirty years." ”

"It's easy to lose track of time in Gensokyo, and while most places aren't as obvious as Forever Pavilion in this regard, thirty years have passed quickly." Butterfly Dream stood in front of Hisari, one hand touched Hisari's face, for Hisali, Butterfly Dream is her guide in Genssaly, the "Genssali Guide" she compiled back then made her less detours, usually this witch will come to the manor when she is free, although there are not many opportunities due to busy official business, but for so many years, Hissari has long regarded it as a relative. This Hakurei shrine maiden is always willing to help everyone around her, because she and Zibi are both deeply in love with Gensokyo, and the days of thirty years are fleeting, and the days with Butterfly Dream are finally history, and Hisari is also unable to cope with it.

"Why don't you tell me, I'll find a way to keep you alive, you're only in your forties."

"It is my greatest wish to die as a human being, but if I want to live, I am not a human being." Compared to the girl (1) a hundred years later, Butterfly Dream's wish seems to be more simple, just to die as a human being.

"What's the difference?" Hisali sat down on the ground and muttered.

"You won't understand, I was just an ordinary human before I became a Hakurei witch, and after becoming a witch, I was just a human who borrowed this powerful power after all, unlike your magicians who pursued the ultimate in magic, I just wanted to die as an ordinary human after protecting this Gensokyo as a Hakurei witch," Butterfly Dream walked to the window: "For ordinary people, life and death are just a natural cycle, don't be sad, I am a butterfly dream, and nature will also turn into a butterfly and integrate into this fantasy village." ”

"I'll go to the Enma, at least let you live as a human for a hundred years, Hakurei's power has left your body, so that the Enma should be able to continue his life." Hisali suddenly raised her head and stared at Butterfly Dream.

"It's useless, the four seasons won't grant you this request." Butterfly Dream shook her head, her body became lighter and lighter, and gradually turned into a butterfly shadow in the sky, flying from the window to all parts of Gensokyo. Hisali stood up, and Fuster walked in through the doorway, seemingly with tears on her face.

"Now, Fore, I'm going to sleep for a few days." Hisali turned.

"Sisari-sama, I know, don't worry," Apparently Fuster had also heard Butterfly's words, and looked at her master, all without saying a word.

The Santu River is a place where the souls of humans need to cross after death, and the god of death usually crosses the soul here to the other side.

"The four seasons here are equally beautiful, and the flowers bloom so beautifully in spring, summer, autumn and winter." Komachi was lying on a stone with a blade of grass in his mouth, and it was obvious that the Grim Reaper was lazy again while there were fewer souls now.

"The flowers are very delicate, but most people can only see them after death, and it is better not to see them for those who have not lived to the end of their lives." A figure appeared behind Komachi.

"Another person who is sad and broken by the death of a loved one? You're right, it's a dangerous place for the living, and if you don't want to die so soon, please go back, Miss Hisali. Komachi continued to say in such a leisurely pose.

"I don't want to die, and I don't think I'm going to die easily here," Hisali walked towards the Santu River, "How about taking me to meet the four seasons?" ”

"You know I'm not going to agree to that," Komachi stood up, "and the living won't be able to come back if they go to the other side." ”

"That's not necessarily, there will be magic to deal with in any situation, the other side here and the other side of the outside world should be at the same level, there are some powerful wizards in history who can return from the other side, and my magic attainments are no worse than theirs." Hisali said, one foot was already on the verge of stepping into the Santu River. "The living can't float up when they walk into the Santu River." Komachi reminded. "Really?" Hisali stepped over, and Komachi didn't have time to stop, but the expected situation did not happen, and Hisari floated on the water. Komachi's eyes widened: "You actually left the flesh!" "I said there is magic to deal with any situation, now I'm a soul, take me there." Hisali laughed. "As the god of death, I carry the souls of the dead, and I will not cross you before your life is over." "Then there is no way, I heard that the width of the Santu River is related to the purity of the soul, my soul does not look so pure, but I don't know how many days it will take." Hisali prepared to go on her own. "Do you use your own endless lifespan to offset the consumption of the soul crossing the Santu River on its own? You've got a loophole, but do you think you're going to succeed when I'm here? Komachi raised his scythe and put it on Hisali's neck, "I know that this can't really harvest your soul, and I really can't do anything about a life like you that leaves your undead body in the sun to live and depart from your body and has an endless lifespan, but I won't let you cross the Santu River!" And when the Four Seasons are here, you really can't go back. "That's right, I'm looking for an Enma." Hisali turned around and confronted Komachi. "That's enough, Komachi should stop it." At this time, the voice of the four seasons came, and Komachi put down his scythe and stepped aside. The Enma walked up to Hisali with a blank face. "You're looking for me, say, when did you go so far?" "There is only one thing, let Butterfly Dream live a hundred years as an ordinary human." "The ninth-generation Hakurei shrine maiden, after fulfilling her obligations as a Hakurei shrine maiden, her soul turned into a red and white butterfly and merged into Gensokyo. Hirori's enchantment isn't what you think, and she's now in Gensokyo, not on the other side. "Those butterflies are her soul, I can gather them, as long as you open your mouth, why is it difficult for her to live a hundred years as an ordinary human?" Hakurei's power is no longer in her, she has only lived for more than forty years. "Isn't it ridiculous that you, as the living, decide these for the dead?" Shiki is still expressionless. "Her wish is only to reach the end of her life as an ordinary person, and it is not against her will to do so." "Do you know my code of conduct? That's the black and white at the level of the Heavenly Dao, the dead enter reincarnation, and the living stay in the world This is a natural cycle, even if you gather her soul, I will send it to reincarnation, and you will also be sentenced to hell after you die, the witch is not a Penglai person after all, and endless life does not mean that you can't die. “

Hearing this, Hisali fell silent for a long time, and after a moment she continued: "Is there really no other way to say what to say after death?" "First, Butterfly dreams of passing away quietly, and even if you really resurrect her after her death is not what she wants, why should you, as the living, arrange these things for the dead? Second, if I listen to you, do you know how serious the consequences are? One exception means that the other side is no longer fair, once there will be a second time, even if I don't do this anymore, other colleagues will do the same, once the cycle of life and death is broken, this is very serious. Thirdly, the sorcerers you mentioned before finally returned from the other side, and the Enma who judged them were punished by reincarnation ten times, and these people were also sentenced to hell in the end, you look at this. A thick book appeared in Shiki's hand, and she turned it back to a page and handed it to Hisali, who saw that there were many names written on it, and she was silent. Because your making an exception this time will lead to so many serious consequences, don't you think it's a selfish act? “

Hisali's hopes were completely shattered, and she fell into despair: "What about the pain that the deceased endured as her relatives and friends when she died?" Can you tell me what to do about this? “

Shiki sighed and said, "You have an endless lifespan, you have countless years to adapt to it compared to ordinary people, believe me, time will erase everything." “

Hisali raised her head, Shiji pointed her finger on her head, a flash of light, she found that she was back at the manor, the night had passed, Fuster was guarding beside her, Sisari suddenly relaxed, hope was likely to fall into despair, but Hisalie felt relief, she looked at Fuster who was looking at her worriedly, and smiled: "I'm hungry, let's go eat." Fuster let go of this, she guessed that the success rate of this matter was very small, but it would be useless for her to persuade Hisali at that time, and she probably had a glimmer of hope for saving Butterfly Dream.

Next to the Santu River, Komachi looked at the Enma with a smile: "Lord Shiki, it's really rare that you would personally go to solve Miss Hisari's doubts." "I just don't want people to interfere with work," Shiki said a little arrogantly, "and you, lazy again!" "Spare me, Shiki-sama," Komachi bent down and begged for mercy, "but Shiki-sama, you seem to have done something to Miss Hisari's soul just now, and her originally somewhat chaotic soul became a lot brighter before she disappeared. “

Shiki looked at the seemingly endless Santu River and smiled slightly. "Nothing, just relieved her sadness."

(1): The girl a hundred years later: Marisa, her greatest wish is to become a human archmage.