"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" …
When the sun set and the moon rose above the branches, brilliant fireworks bloomed in the sky of Fantasyland.
On the stage in front of the Bori Shrine, a large-scale singing and dancing performance was held again.
This time, no one came to score, and no arrangements were made. Anyone could perform on stage if they wanted to.
Almost all the people living in Fantasia were there to watch the show.
Including Ashina and Narako.
Only Eight-cloud Ink stood alone on the top of the mountain behind the shrine, letting the evening wind lift his long hair.
"Ding Ling Ling – Ding Ling Ling –"
The Yin Yang Jade pendant made a crisp bell sound in the wind.
"Why are you here alone?"
A blond man with his hands in his pockets staggered to Eight-cloud Ink's side.
It was Orelles.
"It's you?"
"Why, am I not welcome?"
Orelles sat down on a rock beside Eight-cloud Ink, put one hand in his hair, and looked down at the lively scene below.
"At least I have some friends who live here. They occasionally come to visit. Are you going to kick me out?"
"That won't happen."
Eight-cloud Ink turned to look at the demon god who was more accustomed to modern urban life. His obsidian-like eyes seemed to be brighter than the bright moon in the sky.
Unlike other demons from the magic forbidden world, Orelles, who did not choose to settle in Fantasyland, still lived in his original world.
"I heard that in order to save an injured kitten, you were busy looking for an animal hospital on the street, and finally missed the opportunity to become a demon god?"
"Ha!"
Orelles laughed self-deprecatingly.
"I didn't expect you to know. This is not something to be proud of."
"You don't sound like you regret it."
"Who said I regret it? If something like that happens again, I will still do the same. Isn't it ridiculous? "
"No." Eight-cloud Ink shook his head gently, "It's better for you to be like this."
Two cups of black tea suddenly appeared in his hands, and Eight-cloud Ink handed one of them to Orelles.
"Speaking of which, most of the demon gods have come here. Eurtinus also ran to the Elemental Sprites World and didn't come back for the Autumn Harvest Festival. Under such circumstances, what is Aleister doing?"
"I don't care what he does …"
Orelles took the black tea and sipped it.
Eight-cloud Ink's brows furrowed in dissatisfaction at first, but then they relaxed.
Although he was a little unhappy with Orelles for ruining the red tea, he wouldn't get angry over something like this.
"Sylvia is too strict with me. Ever since I was beaten up by that horned girl, Sylvia hasn't been nice to me for a long time. She's only slightly better now, but she doesn't allow me to run around anymore. Oh right, Sylvia is my maid."
"To be treated like this by your own maid, you really are a good person."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"So your shamelessness is even greater than your strength."
"Sigh …"
Orelles finished the black tea in one gulp. Seeing that Eight-cloud Ink didn't intend to take back the cup, he used his mana to break it down into the most basic atoms, then stood up and patted his pants.
"Alright, I came here to see an old friend. It's getting late, I need to go back. Otherwise, Sylvia will scold me again."
"Take care, I won't see you out."
After Orelles left, the mountaintop returned to silence.
Eight-cloud Ink stroked the Four Souls Jade in front of his chest and looked at the lights at the foot of the mountain.
"After resting for so long, it's time to continue doing what I need to do."
Eight-cloud Ink slowly retracted his mental power. Feeling that more than half of the Fantasy Village's barrier had been removed from the real world, Eight-cloud Ink let out a sigh of relief.
"The sooner I finish this and fulfill Onee-sama's wish, the sooner I can completely relax."
When the fireworks show ended, the Autumn Harvest Festival also came to an end.
The Fairy Maidens bid farewell to Eight-cloud Ink and returned to the Elemental Sprites World.
Mikoto's group and Rohana's group also returned to Academy City.
The demons were very satisfied with today's festival.
Only Ling Meng looked at the mess in front of the shrine by herself. She wanted to cry but had no tears.
Fortunately, Marisa and Cui Xiang volunteered to help. Seeing that Marisa stayed behind, Alice also chose to help Ling Meng clean up the mess before returning home. Only then did Ling Meng's complexion improve.
⑧
What happened in the previous world, other than Yukari, Ashina and the others didn't know.
After knowing that Eight-cloud Ink was sealed for decades, Yukari secretly scolded Eight-cloud Ink.
At the same time, she also felt sorry for herself for a long time. Yukari believed that if she didn't fall into a deep sleep at that time, Eight-cloud Ink wouldn't have encountered such a thing.
"It's not Onee-sama's fault."
Yukari gently leaned on his shoulder. Yukari's long golden hair intertwined with his own black hair.
"Don't worry, something like this won't happen again."
Yukari gently tapped Eight-cloud Ink's forehead with her folding fan. She propped herself up with a serious expression.
"This time, I'll go with you."
Eight-cloud Ink's mouth curved into a faint smile. She gently shook her head.
"No need. Onee-sama still has to take care of the entire Fantasy Village, right? Isn't the reason why I run around in different worlds also because of Onee-sama's favorite Fantasy Village? "
"Favorite … … Fantasy Village … …"
Yukari sighed faintly and leaned on Eight-cloud Ink's shoulder again.
"In the past, Fantasy Village was indeed the most important to me — —"
"— — But now, Mo'er, in my heart, you are as important as Fantasy Village."
Leaning against the cherry blossom tree in the courtyard, Yakumo Mo felt a warm and soft touch on her shoulder.
Onee-sama's deep feelings made Eight-cloud Ink even more determined.
He had to make the Fantasy Village the real Fantasy Village, the Fantasy Village forever.
Yukari suddenly felt a chill on her cheeks.
Yukari's hands cupped Eight-cloud Ink's face.
Then a trace of sweetness came from her lips.
Eight-cloud Ink suddenly opened her eyes wide. Her slender eyelashes trembled slightly.
Yukari's face was calm. She was still as indifferent as usual. Then the kiss stopped.
When the intoxicating feeling on her lips disappeared, Yukari looked at her favorite brother in front of her with a chuckle.
A cherry blossom fell between the two. Yukari raised her hand and the petals fell on her jade-like fingertips.
"What's wrong, brother? Why do you look so distracted? "
"Onee-sama … …"
Eight-cloud Ink opened his mouth but said nothing in the end.
"Okay — —"
Yukari put the petals on her fingertips into her mouth and chewed gently. Her eyebrows and eyes curved.
"— — Since you said no, then I won't force you to go with me."
"But if something like last time happens again, you won't be able to leave my sight in the future."
"I promise you."
Eight-cloud Ink waved her hand and the seven-string jade zither appeared.
"Before I leave, how about I play a song for Onee-sama?"
Yukari immediately sat up straight and looked at Eight-cloud Ink quietly.
The zither music sounded like a mountain stream in the House of the Lost.
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