Chapter 840 - 28: Interview
Demon Mountain.
Shimotsuki Shrine.
The majestic Spirit Mountain is tall, full of varied weather patterns, enveloped in swirling clouds. Above the mountain peak is a mysterious sea of clouds, forming a passage to the top world. Not far away, a giant waterfall cascades down, surrounded by mist, as maple leaves float downward along the waterfall.
On the open space by the Wind God’s Lake, long tables are neatly arranged.
Fine wine and delicious food emit an enticing aroma, prompting many to eagerly await the feast... Of course, those who focus entirely on the food at this moment are either lacking in curiosity or simply innocent and naive fairies.
Especially the latter, the little fairies don’t care or understand what happens in the adult world—they’re simply engrossed in a world of fun and innocence, delighting in their own joy, running around giggling, jumping and playing.
In a certain sense, they are the truly fortunate ones.
A pure heart is truly a gift from heaven.
Indeed, although this feast comes late, it still follows the tradition that every anomaly ends with a celebration. Today’s banquet also serves to soothe the spirit of the Reimu Witch.
—After all, even if she seems lazy and gives an unreliable impression, Reimu Hakurei still diligently fulfills her duties—managing the Great Barrier and maintaining Gensokyo’s order...
—Thus, the massive barrage exchange earlier was very unsettling for her... But the poor witch copes well; a hearty feast is enough to make her forget the unpleasantness.
To be honest, this is the usual style of Gensokyo.
Chaos and clamor are the main themes, and she’s used to the bullet curtain battles happening every few days.
Ling Meng also knows that the Spell Card Rules she introduced are not foolproof, merely focusing on special rules for dueling among ordinary humans... But when neither side has any intention of resolving conflicts through such "card battles," it’s understandable to have a more serious confrontation.
The Reimu Witch’s duty is mainly to manage this aspect, ensuring battles don’t threaten Gensokyo’s foundation or shake the roots of the Great Barrier... Thankfully, that earlier farce didn’t reach such extremes, so Ling Meng was just momentarily startled.
At this moment, amidst the joyful noise and laughter, along with fairies running around, Ling Meng in her red and white witch attire, basking in the bright sunshine, comes and goes around the banquet, happily indulging in the feast —
It seems she wants to transform grief into appetite, compensating for all her mental losses.
Meanwhile, she occasionally glances at her true superior, observing the Dragon God’s predicament at the moment, but has no intention of stepping in to help... That’s exactly how it should be; besides, she’s not familiar with him and truly can’t offer assistance.
She thinks about it with peace of mind.
After all, this generation of the Reimu Witch doesn’t even know which gods are enshrined in her shrine... Therefore, Miss Ling Meng probably holds no religious belief in the Dragon God.
As for the other side...
Gu Mo, despite being mentally prepared, still feels as if sitting on pins and needles at the moment.
He looks around with an exceptionally troubled expression, feeling like there are more people than expected, and they’re sitting much closer than he’d like. Nearly surrounded on all sides, as if preventing him from escaping, the ones sitting closest seem ready to make a move any moment.
Including the now calm, no longer darkened Zi...
Speaking of which, she surprisingly has a potential for yandere, which is an entirely unexpected revelation.
Due to a series of strange information shocks, leading to a sign of loose screws in his mind, Gu Mo genuinely sees this for the first time. Even now, recalling it makes him feel a bit apprehensive... She must be calm now, right? Surely she’s calm now?
He turns slightly to glance over.
"..."
"..."
The monster maiden with long golden hair is sitting beside him, lifting a fan to cover the lower part of her beautiful face. Her purple eyes stay fixed on him, still looking angry and menacing, exuding a terrifying aura akin to a big feline.
Okay, she’s calm now—
But it doesn’t mean the emotions have vanished, according to the conservation law, if emotions aren’t transferred to someone else, they must be accumulating.
"Zi..."
Gu Mo couldn’t help but speak, intending to subtly remind her of how sitting so closely might be a bit too much.
"What?" The Demon Sage lightly raises an eyebrow.
"Uh, today... your dress is very pretty!" Gu Mo swiftly changes the subject, briefly evaluating her outfit style today, and genuinely gives her a thumbs up. Of course, he wasn’t randomly saying it; Zi’s attire today wasn’t her usual Daoist robe-turned-dress but a full purple dress.
Combined with her charming appearance and figure, it’s indeed quite perfect.
It’s just that he’s gotten used to seeing such sights, and there are too many clothes hangers in Gensokyo, so he’s usually accustomed to it. Now, it seems his delayed compliment lacks sincerity.