"Now, Alice Margot Royd."

With a hint of whimsical fun, Yakumo Murasaki looked playfully at the young magician beside him.

"Do you know where the myth comes from?"

"Mythology?"

Alice raised an eyebrow.

"Isn't that something that the gods used to pass down from Manchuria? Who else but themselves would do such a boring thing. ”

"No, you're wrong."

The smile on the corner of Yakumo's mouth was even stronger.

"Myths are written by humans, that is, the history of the gods is created by humans."

"Huh?"

This exaggerated, even somewhat ridiculous answer came out of Yakumo's mouth, leaving Alice stunned for a while.

"Are you kidding?"

Alice is 100% unconvinced of this answer, after all, no matter how weak the system of gods seems to her, it is still a god, and it is also a god who once looked down on the common people from above.

Now Yakumo Murasaki actually said something ridiculous that "the history of the gods was created by humans...... Hehe.

It's not that Alice has any prejudice against humans, but the fact is there, humans who exist at the bottom of the pyramid, and they don't need her to have any prejudices at all, their weakness is obvious to all.

However, to say that Yakumo Purple is deceiving her? It doesn't seem necessary either......

"Don't you believe it? Also, if you haven't lived through that era, it's not wrong for you to think so, but unfortunately—"

Yakumo's purple eyes narrowed slightly, and the condensed pupils were full of serious colors.

"This is the truth, and there is nothing wrong with the idea that the history of the gods was created by man, whether it is a god born from mythology or a god condensed by the power of faith, it is essentially 'created' by man."

“...... All right. ”

Shrugging, Alice said she didn't want to argue with Yakumo about it anymore.

"But even so, so what? If that's the case, then shouldn't the so-called gods be weaker, right? ”

"Listen to us."

Holding Alice's retort, Yakumo then asked:

"Myths are written by humans, i.e., the history of the gods was created by humans, so have you ever wondered why the weakest humans create the most powerful gods? Who gave them the strength, or the right, to do so? ”

“......”

Alice was silent, this question was not something she could answer, after all, all arguments had to be considered from the premise given by Yakumo Murasaki - "God was created by humans", but in this case, the order is contradictory.

If according to Yakumo Murasaki's statement that the gods were created, then where did people come from, you must know that in mythology, it was the gods who created humans.

“...... I do not know. ”

Shaking her head honestly, Alice returned the question to Yakumo Murasaki.

"Then you say, who gave humans the right to create gods?"

"It's a god."

“...... Yes? ”

"I say that the existence of the gods who gave human rights to creation is the gods themselves."

Speaking of contradictory theories, looking at Alice's little face full of questions and surprises, Yakumo's eyes gradually drifted away along the cracks in the gap.

"Everything has a source, just as to build a house you must have wood to support it, to light a pinch of fire you must have fuel to consume, to write a myth, you must have a 'story' to be the source."

"But you didn't say ...... just now?"

"Yes, there's nothing wrong with 'God was created by man,' but there's nothing wrong with 'God gave man the right to create them,' the only problem is that neither of these sentences is complete."

Yakumo Zi's gaze locked on Yayun Yonglin's body, and his tone turned cold unconsciously.

"The correct way to say this would be 'most of the gods were created by humans,' and it was the 'other gods' who were not among them, who were given the right to create them."

"Well, what do you mean ......"

Alice's little face, which gradually understood the meaning of Yakumo's words, suddenly turned pale, and the eyes that looked at Yakumo Yonglin outside the gap also became frightened.

"The god who is the 'source' is different from the god who was created, she has great power in her own right, and the power of faith is only a foil to her, and myths and legends are like playthings to her."

Obviously in the gap when there was no concept of temperature, Alice felt the coldness like falling into an ice cave, and Yakumo's words seemed to suck her life, making her little face bloodless.

"Even if no one knows of her existence, she is a god on high, and even if no one gives her faith, she can still be above all gods."

"So, Bayi Yonglin, she is ......"

"That's right."

In words that contained coldness and cruelty, Yakumo Zi said word by word:

"Bayi Yonglin, she is the culmination of a myth."

“...... Well, you really can't win......"

Yakumo's words echoed in Alice's ears like the verdict of death, causing her to fall into a long silence unconsciously.

"In the face of such a guy...... What will happen to Marisa? ”

"Who knows."

Tilting his head absently, Yakumo Zi suddenly changed to a brisk tone:

"In our opinion, that guy doesn't seem to have serious plans, and now, I'm more curious about the relationship between her and Wu Ye."

"So Marisa and the others are safe now, right?"

Alice asked anxiously.

"That's not right."

Winking playfully at Alice, Yakumo pointed to the intensifying battle outside.

"It seems that because of Wu Ye's relationship, that guy seems to be a little serious, it's not good to go on like this."

"What would it become!"

"At worst, there will be casualties."

Yakumo Murasaki didn't care about talking about the cruel reality.

"Reimu has the support of the entire Gensokyo behind her, even if she can't defeat Yayi Yonglin, the other party can't do anything with her, as for Wu Ye, she can't die anyway, if you want to say that there may be a problem, that is, that magician, right?"

"How could it be ......?"

Alice, who couldn't accept reality for a while, forced herself to hold on to her crumbling body.

"Even Reimu, who is a Hakurei shrine maiden, can't she protect Marisa?"

"So it's the worst-case scenario."

"Then let me go out and help!"

"This won't work, we'll be exposed."

"Then you're going to help!!"

Roaring and grabbing Yakumo's collar, Alice, who had obviously lost her strength, relied on her weak body to meet Yakumo's eyes like a threat.

"If it's you, even if you can't win, you can save Marisa!"

"Yes, if it were us, this little thing would be fine, but-"

Crooked crescent-like mischievous eyes, cruel? Crazy? Terror? Cold-blooded? Yakumo Murasaki, who smiled like a child, said with the sweet curvature of the corners of her mouth:

"Let's refuse."