It's such a simple sentence.

However, Marisa felt that the cold voice of Yuyuko in Saigyoji Temple was compared to before...... Now there are some more decisive differences.

Compared with the previous ethereal and uncertain, even when she spoke intimidatingly, she was full of carelessness, and the current undead princess showed a different kind of emotion for the first time.

Even a young girl like Marisa can notice Yuyuko's changes, which shows how strong her emotions are right now.

The undead, immersed in a certain ideology, are no longer even able to sustain their own elusive ethereal wind.

But even so, the apprentice magician couldn't tell what the true emotions were hidden behind those simple words. Because it is an unknown thing that has never been tasted by a blonde girl with a strong personality.

That's confusion, sadness...... There is also a certain deep obsession.

For a young and strong girl who walks in the world, she really can't imagine what kind of twists and turns of fate she has experienced to make Yuyuko have such heart-wrenching eyes.

The eyes, which are more misty and darker than the smoke and rain, will make the viewer cast a pity on the undead princess.

But Marisa didn't do that, she was just secretly surprised in her heart. Surprised why such a powerful creature would have such a pitiful look.

Marisa's suspicions are rightly true. Because she and Yuyuko of Xixing Temple are completely different characters, two people with huge differences in their outlook on survival, morality, and values, it is normal that they can't understand each other.

At the same time, it is because of doubts about Yuyuko's mood. She continued to ask, regardless of the other party's feelings.

"So, even if you do that, will anything good happen?"

After that, she glanced at the [Westbound Demon] in the mouth of the undead princess.

The huge dead tree that stands in the middle of the courtyard of the White Jade Building is completely different from the cherry blossoms around it just by looking at its scale. If it really blooms, it must be a magnificent scene that will be unforgettable for a lifetime.

However, the current Westward Demon is nothing more than a withered plant, although there are a few budding buds emerging from the huge branches, but that's all. The heavy death that pervades the surroundings shows that it is still essentially a skeleton in eternal sleep, and if you want to awaken it again, I am afraid that the spring will not be idle.

There must be some profound reason why Yuyuko of Saigyuji insists on awakening this tree even if it plunges Gensokyo into the middle of winter.

Marisa was convinced. But Yuyuko's answer from the West Walk Temple disappointed her.

「…… I don't know. But ......."

It seems that he is also confused about why he insists on letting the westward demon bloom, and Yuyuko frowns sadly.

It should just be an obsession, an instinct.

Even though she has forgotten the past, the glimpses from the past still make her deeply uneasy.

Whenever she stood in front of the Westward Demon, she would feel the magic that seemed to suck her soul into it, and she would also feel the inseparable connection with the Westward Demon more and more clearly, and then this connection, there would always be some flashback fragments awakened.

Under the cherry blossom tree, the woman who was chuckling with the familiar [her] was obviously a face that had been peeped in the mirror countless times, but when it was changed to another perspective, Yuyuko found that the beautiful face of ninja love was so strange and ...... Terror.

Who's that? Is it yourself?

If it's me, why don't you have a memory of it?

She had heard, old memories. It was an illusion that overlapped with cherry blossoms.

However, Yuyuko couldn't believe that it was nothing more than an illusory bubble. The images that suddenly appeared in front of her eyes, as if they had reappeared in the past, were too real if they were really hallucinations.

She didn't know the truth of the matter. There's only one thing she can do about it.

"No matter what, I'm going to break the seal of the Westward Demon."

There is no loud declaration, and these words spit out in a soft voice conceal an unshakable determination.

For the first time, Sakura's eyes shone with some kind of intense light, and Marisa knew exactly what it was, the flame of will, the most powerful force that swept away all confusion.

Feeling Yuyuko's determination, Marisa shrugged helplessly.

Although she didn't ask for a real answer in the end, it didn't matter.

――――The girl has already understood.,It seems that the protagonist of this change is not her.。

It's not even Reimu, the person who can put an end to this mutation and calm the obsession of the undead princess is the most important person.

…… It's not bad as a supporting role. At least she's done what she's supposed to do.

Although this sounds like a weak person's words of comfort to herself, the girl's heart does not have the sense of inferiority that a real weak person should have.

Glancing at the undead princess in mid-air again, Marisa slowly descending from the sky with a wide brim on her lips, with a relaxed smile on her lips, like a spectator who has been relieved of her heavy responsibilities.

"I'll leave it to you."

This headless sentence is not a girl's muttering.

The red and white figure that appeared behind her was undoubtedly the object of this sentence.

Of course, the magician's words came to her ears, but the Witch of Hakurei did not respond.

It's not that she doesn't bother to answer Marisa's words, she just doesn't feel the need to answer.

After all, to solve the mutation, the responsibility of the Hakurei shrine maiden is already fulfilled here.

Floating in the air at the same height as Yuyuko, the shrine maiden asked calmly.

"How about I go on with that? If the seal is broken...... What will happen?"

This question is not fundamentally different from what Marisa had asked before, but just looking at Reimu's unchanging face, you can see that she doesn't care much at all.

"It's going to be a beautiful bloom."

However, Yuyuko's answer at Saigyoji Temple was the same as if she didn't answer yet. Hearing these meaningless words, Reimu couldn't help but raise her eyebrows wordlessly.

「……」

「…… Hehe, I don't know what the outcome will be. But—"

Noticing the shrine maiden's displeased gaze, Yuyuko's face also appeared with a warm smile.

"How do you know the result if you don't try it?"

"It's called a hundred talks. I'd love to say pretty about your actions, but you'd better bring back the spring of Gensokyo."

Reimu gave up on asking questions, as she had realized that no matter what Yuyuko said next, it didn't matter. Anyway, what she was going to do wouldn't change in any way.

"Just say that at the beginning. That way, we can end it sooner."

The undead princess chuckled and unfolded the paper fan that had been closed, because it was time for the bewitching dead soul butterfly to flutter again.

Hakurei Reimu has no fear, and dances his royal coin with a warm momentum that is not inferior to Yuyuko's.

"You'll just be back under the flowers, spring spirit!"

"And how about you sleep under the flowers? Red and white butterflies."

The-for-tat duo took a stance, and no one slackened. Even the eyes of the shrine maiden, who have always been lazy, shimmer with solemnity.

It seems that they have all understood.

This is the last battle of this mutation.