Stardew Valley of Gensokyo

Remilia rested her cheek on her right hand, watching the head maid with a half-smile, and said:

"Sakuya, you know exactly what to do after you find that thief, right?"

"understand!"

Sakuya immediately replied that no matter how outrageous Remi's words were, she would carry them out.

Just like those foolish guys in The Tale of the Bamboo Cutter.

"Sister~ Sister~, what are you doing?"

Amidst cheerful sounds and bouncy steps, at the doorway, the adorable blonde little girl, Flandre, curiously peeked out at the scene in the hall that was inappropriate for children.

The next second, a look of disgust appeared on her face, and she put her little hand to her nose and fanned herself.

"Ugh~, my sister's feet haven't been washed in centuries and she still dares to put them on someone's chin, they stink!"

"Fran, you idiot! Don't talk nonsense! How could my feet possibly stink!"

Remilia blushed instantly, the lance Gungnir already in her hand.

It looked like Remi was about to lose her temper and do something like killing her sister to prove her power.

As the person with the most authority to speak among the three.

Sakuya Izayoi decided to step forward.

Although doing this will severely damage her reputation.

But for the sake of the stability and harmony of the young lady's family.

Sakuya decided to go all out.

She took a deep breath.

Like a whale inhaling water, a long breath brought out the feeling of the north wind howling.

She said with a serious expression:

"I testify! Miss's feet smell sweet!"

Blood slowly dripped down her chin to the ground, and Sakuya's lips curled up slightly...

Chapter 46

Autumn has truly arrived, a time of desolation yet also filled with the joy of harvest.

It is contradictory yet exceptionally real.

"Haha!"

Akina rubbed his red nose and reached into the cardboard box. He searched all the way down but couldn't find a single piece of paper.

The paper was used up, and the spheres scattered on the floor were traces of their existence.

If paper spirits existed in Gensokyo, they would definitely come knocking and beat up Akina Sawaya several times.

"Ugh, this is really uncomfortable."

Akina Ze shook his head, trying to wake up his drowsy brain, but only made him feel worse.

He doesn't know if robots dream of electric sheep, but he knows perfectly well whether data bodies can get sick.

The debuff hanging next to his character icon was the reason for his current distress.

Whether it's a debuff caused by illness or an illness caused by a debuff, who cares about that?

Anyway, I'm sick.

People who rarely get sick are more likely to have more severe illnesses than others when they do.

This is something I heard somewhere, but now Akina Ze firmly believes it and even regrets not doing a barefoot floor activity every few months.

If I had done that, I wouldn't be feeling so bad now!

"Ha Qiu!!"

Akina Ze also sneezed suddenly and wiped his nose.

"Sigh, I was planning to continue practicing with Marisa today, but it looks like that's not going to happen."

Akina Ze also turned around, pulled the blanket over himself, and curled up inside.

After all, a warm bed is the only salvation besides a kotatsu (heated bed) in cold weather.

"Ah~ the blankets are so comfortable."

Akina Ze also narrowed his eyes in comfort.

"Dangdang!"

A loud sound grew louder as it approached, startling a flock of birds in the vast forest, which circled in the air, unwilling to land.

This was like a thunderclap out of nowhere, causing Akina Ze to sit up abruptly, his drowsy state instantly vanishing.

"what happened!?"

Akina Sawa also threw off the covers and stumbled open the door, oblivious to the autumn wind blowing in his face.

The bone-chilling wind was nothing compared to the chill emanating from the distant objects; it was a shiver that ran deep in his soul...

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"Remy ate nine pounds of pudding, and Fran destroyed nine pounds of dolls, so the amount this time should be 15 grams."

Patchouli reached up and adjusted the black-rimmed glasses on her nose. The frames were a bit too big and kept slipping down, but she didn't want to change to a different pair that fit properly.

Because only in moments like these does her brilliant mind pause for a brief moment, since holding the glasses frame with her hand means she can't use her brain, so she can make good use of it.

After enjoying her break, Patchouli continued her experiments.

As an idealistic, skilled, and dream-filled magician, Patchouli would never be satisfied with mere mushrooms and dolls.

She always felt that she had something important to do.

This could determine the future paths of the magicians, and Patchouli felt a strong sense of mission and motivation about it.

Therefore, she uses every minute to absorb knowledge, as slackness is a major enemy!

A magic circle shimmering with dazzling light appeared on the carpet of the underground library, while a mysterious liquid emitting a green glow swayed gently in the transparent test tube in Patchouli's hand.

As a magician, experimentation is an integral part of life. Marisa has her mushroom experiments, and Alice has her own doll experiments.

Patchouli is currently conducting her experiments.

A large-scale, multi-dimensional, otherworldly magical ritual that grants all requests, or simply—fishing.

"Hopefully, Lady Patchouli will summon something delicious this time; I'm already tired of tentacles and all that..."

The little devil grabbed a long, wriggling thing covered in a thick layer of mosaic and stuffed it into his mouth.

Although the little devil said she couldn't take it anymore, you could tell from the corners of her eyes that she wasn't tired of it yet.

Patchouli, the ceremony's host and a fishing enthusiast.

Little devil, maid and garbage collector.

"let's start"

Patchouli hovered above the magic circle. Although her fingers were covered with a white glove, it did not prevent her from unscrewing the test tube stopper.

As the cork was pulled out, a green mist immediately appeared outside the test tube.

Patchouli slowly tilted the test tube, and the viscous liquid inside moved slowly, much like asphalt.

"Too much portion"

Patchouli muttered something and increased the tilt.

A drop of bright green, teardrop-shaped liquid fell vertically, with a long tail trailing behind it.

Now it looks more like asphalt.

1 meter, 1 decimeter, 1 centimeter.

In Patchouli's and the little devil's expectant eyes.

The moment the liquid touched the lines of the magic circle, it was absorbed by the magic circle along with the residue inside the test tube.

Like someone slurping noodles, a longevity noodle is gone in a single bite.

As expected, the magic circle began to flash.

Three layers of colorful circles descended from top to bottom, slowly enveloping the area covered by the magic circle.

"This time we're going to get a good catch; hopefully it'll be a giant octopus!"

The little devil's eyes gleamed with greed, and a greedy liquid dripped from the corner of his mouth.

Although I don't know the principle behind the magic circle, after so many observations and experiments...

Even someone with an IQ of 9 could probably deduce and summarize the patterns.

In addition, the little devil's IQ is not 9.

If only one circle is flashing and the light it emits is white, it means that the ship has sunk.

Conversely, it means that good products have been produced.

This time, it looked like they had some good stuff. The little devil was itching to get started, practically holding a trident in his hand, just waiting for Patchouli's command to charge forward and let this badger—no, this guy—know how much chili powder it takes to give it a full-body spa treatment.

"Don't rush, it's not out yet."

Patchouli spoke calmly, looking down at the large book floating in the air before her, as if this summons had nothing to do with her.

Then... the Scarlet Devil Mansion exploded.

Before realizing that an explosion was about to occur, Patchouli took action according to Article 765 of the Scarlet Devil Mansion escape plan formulated by Sakuya.

The many little fairies stood there, bewildered. They had just been playing in the yard, and in the blink of an eye, they were in the large courtyard outside.

However, a little imp is still a little imp, and after a brief moment of confusion, she started laughing and playing again.

"Patchouli, explain this. Also, this loss will be deducted from your rations."

Remy, holding the half-eaten pudding, stared at the former site of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, his eyes trembling uncontrollably.

Patchouli, lying face down on the grass, did not raise any objections...

A towering iceberg appeared where the Scarlet Devil Mansion had been.

It reflects light with a crystal-clear sheen under the sunlight...

Chapter Forty-Seven: Random Thoughts During Illness

Is this real?

Akina Sawa squinted—the reflected light from the blue ice was too intense.

Time seemed to have passed for a very long time, so long that salty tears welled up in the corners of my sore eyes.

Akina Ze gently closed the door and then slipped into the warm bed.

Ah~ the warm blankets, the scent of sunshine, it's like going back to that summer.

The north wind was howling, but the small house was indeed exceptionally warm.

Akina Ze didn't want to move for a moment, the debaff icon on the status bar constantly reminding him—you are a patient.

The giant iceberg in the direction of the lake was clearly an anomaly.

Since it was an anomaly, someone would naturally take action, and Akina Ze didn't want to brave the cold wind and go there despite his illness.

Although he guessed that it was probably the Scarlet Devil Mansion guys who caused the trouble.

But he simply doesn't have the energy to deal with it right now.

Illness strikes like a landslide...

Akina Sawa slowly closed his eyes, the flames in the fireplace against the wall dancing gently...

Pong!

Hello! How are you?