At the edge of the Lake of Mist in the Fantasy Village, there was an extremely grand castle.
The castle's crimson windows could be seen from the outside, but there weren't many windows because the owner of the castle didn't like sunlight.
There was a bell tower on the roof, but it would only ring at night.
Although the castle looked magnificent from the outside, the space inside the castle was much larger than what it looked like from the outside.
This was the Scarlet Devil Mansion.
A place that belonged to Remilia Scarlet.
Her good friend, Patchouli Noreki, lived in the Scarlet Devil Mansion's library, while her younger sister, Flandre, wasn't allowed to leave the mansion.
Miss Remy recruited many fairies as maids in the Scarlet Devil Mansion. They were all managed by the head maid, Sixteen Nights.
The Scarlet Devil Mansion's library was the largest library in the Fantasy Village, but it wasn't open to the public. Thus, apart from the black and white mouse Marisa who often sneaked in and Eight-cloud Ink who occasionally borrowed books, outsiders didn't know what kind of books were inside.
After Eight-cloud Ink 'borrowed' a few magic books, she discovered that the so-called magic books weren't ordinary books. They contained magic. Rather than calling them books, it would be better to call them magic tools.
The books didn't only contain the method to use magic, but also the secret key to use the magic. Only those who had the same or higher wisdom as the writer could see the key.
The magic books used the cuneiform script of the Mythological Era, ancient Latin, and ancient Flower Bird Seal Script. Thus, Eight-cloud Ink spent a lot of effort to flip through these magic books.
Many of these magic books were written by Patchouli herself, as well as some that no one could understand. However, apart from magic books, there were many other books in the library, ranging from tomato scrambled eggs to nuclear weapon blueprints.
When Eight-cloud Ink first discovered this, she was astonished for a long time.
Today, Patchouli stayed in the underground library as usual. She sat in front of a desk and quietly read a book that recorded an ancient magic array.
Suddenly, her brows furrowed slightly.
She raised her head and looked at the void in front of her.
A pitch-black crack filled with ferocious eyeballs suddenly appeared.
A crack.
On the bookshelf closest to the gap, a manuscript flew up and was sucked into the gap.
Obviously, Eight-cloud Ink was here to "borrow" books again.
"Young Master of the Babun Family, aren't you coming to have a seat?"
Patrice suddenly spoke when the spatial rift was about to vanish.
This was the first time she had seen someone borrowing books from Eight-cloud Ink.
The gap that was about to disappear paused for a moment before returning to its original size.
A boy who looked to be about sixteen years old, as delicate as a doll, and as beautiful as a fairy, jumped out from the gap.
The boy was dressed in a luxurious black Daoist robe with golden edges. Even when he was standing, his bright black hair spread out like a carpet on the ground. After the hair was tied into a bun on the top of his head, it wrapped around the boy's neck like an exquisite black scarf.
Patrice had seen male creatures before, be it humans or demons.
But she had never seen a man like the one in front of her, who could make people admire him from the bottom of their hearts.
Eight-cloud Ink. Patrice vaguely remembered its name.
Eight-cloud Ink's black eyes were sizing up this demoness who looked like a young girl, but was actually over a hundred years old.
Patrice had a head of long purple hair with beautiful ribbons tied at the ends of her hair. She wore a round beaded hat with a crescent moon ornament on it. Her clothes were similar to pajamas with purple and lavender stripes on the inner layer. Her outer layer was a lavender coat with a lotus leaf edge.
The young girl was extremely beautiful. Although she was slightly inferior to her elder sister, she was comparable to Azura.
However, there was a faint trace of tiredness on the young girl's face. Coupled with her pajama-style clothes, it gave people the illusion that even they wanted to sleep when they looked at her.
"Hello, Big Sister MuQ."
Eight-cloud Ink smiled and greeted.
Patrice was slightly surprised. She didn't understand how this young master of the Babun Family knew about her 'MuQ' style of address.
"We haven't met since the celebration of your birth three years ago, right?" Patrice gestured for Eight-cloud Ink to sit opposite her and asked the little fairy to serve tea. "Why do I feel that you seem to know me well?"
"I always come here to borrow books, so I should more or less understand the owner of this place, right?"
Eight-cloud Ink received the black tea from the little fairy and lowered his head to taste it gracefully.
His brows furrowed imperceptibly.
Compared to Azura's black tea, the taste was inferior.
Patrice didn't mind Eight-cloud Ink's reaction. Instead, she smiled and mocked, "You call that borrowing? Looks like you should be getting along very well with that Marisa. "
Misty Rain Marisa, the Mage of Fantasy Township, the black and white mouse who always stole books from the library.
Eight-cloud Ink was slightly puzzled. Judging from Patrice's tone, she didn't seem to have a favorable impression of Marisa.
However, based on the memories of his previous life, Patrice should be fond of Marisa in the various settings of Fantasy Township.
However, in the blink of an eye, Yakumo dispelled the doubts in her heart. Those settings were nothing more than the wild guesses of ordinary people. Right now, she was truly living in the Fantasy Village. This was a real world, so it shouldn't be strange for the settings to be different from the various fantasies of people in her previous life.
"At the very least, I've returned the books I borrowed, right?"
"Hmph."
Patrice snorted. After all, she was a kind-hearted person and Eight-cloud Ink's demeanor made it hard for others to have any ill feelings towards him. Therefore, she let this matter go.
Moreover, he was Azura's precious little brother.
That Devil Sage wasn't someone to be trifled with.
"Speaking of which, why did Big Sister Mq call me over?"
Patrice wrinkled her adorable nose and unhappily said, "I'm Patrice, not Mq! You can call me Patrice, but don't call me that weird Big Sister Mq! "
'Patrice' was a name that only Remilia and those close to Patrice would use.
"Ah ~" Eight-cloud Ink was very interested in Patrice's reaction. "But isn't Big Sister Mq nicer?"
Patrice had a helpless expression.
She then looked at Eight-cloud Ink with a peculiar glint in her eyes and asked, "You've 'borrowed' a book on mental cultivation from me, right?"
Eight-cloud Ink nodded.
"It seems like you've used the method written on it, and … there's a problem?"
Eight-cloud Ink's expression turned solemn and asked Patrice with a smile that wasn't a smile, "Big Sister Mq, what did you see?"
Patrice lightly chuckled.
"That's why I told you not to casually cultivate the things written on the magic book. This is also the reason why I called you over."
Patrice casually waved her hand and an unremarkable magic book flew out from a nearby bookshelf and landed on the desk in front of them.
It was the magic book that Eight-cloud Ink had borrowed and returned.
"This book wasn't written by me, nor is it a magic book from the outside world. Even I don't know its origin."
Patrice unhurriedly said as she looked at the magic book written in ancient flower and bird script.
"This book was brought over by the rabbit called Fairy Ling of the Forever Pavilion when she escaped from the Moon Capital. After I discovered it, I used some items to exchange with her and kept it as one of the books in this library. "
This magic book came from the Moon Capital?
Shouldn't the Moon Capital be a place with technology as its core?
Looking at the densely packed flower and bird script, Eight-cloud Ink suddenly had a thought.
According to Big Sister's knowledge, the flower and bird script was a divine language used by the immortals of ancient China. And the only person related to the immortals of China in the Moon Capital was Chang 'e?
Could it be that this book was written by Chang 'e?
"So Young Master of the Eight Clouds Family, if you want to know something, you can make a trip to the Forever Pavilion."
Patrice looked at the pensive Eight-cloud Ink with a trace of an odd smile on her face.
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