Scarlet Soaked Sympathy

~Hakurei Shrine~ > Patchouli's Scarlet Library

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Zer0Axiom:
The tranquility of a midsummer's night was nowhere to be found. For in its stead was a radiance that consumed all in its path. An intensity that made no distinctions between friend and foe. The night would be long through before peace could settle once more. Within the still of this particular night, the Hakurei Miko lurked restlessly so justice could be done to all of Gensokyo's malcontents.

As things stood, Reimu was considering with complete sincerity, "Marisa's recklessness cannot be allowed free reign! I must take the initiative, and see her thoroughly punished."

Not long before, Reimu was mere moments from claiming victory over an errant youkai when a surge of malicious energy made its way into her path. The distraction afforded by the transgression allowed for the escape of the aforementioned youkai. Shortly thereafter, the maleficence's source made its way into Reimu's view. That source was none other than Marisa.

As Reimu pursued her prey, she came upon an island. "Is that..." after pondering the obvious, she sighed, "Guess her punishment's on hold."

Marisa and the youkai were already on the island. Taking notice of her arrival, Marisa called, "Reimu! You're late!"

Setting down next to Marisa with a bow, Reimu apologized for her delay, "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."

As her playful smile gleamed, Marisa remarked, "S'okay."

With a cheerful smile, Reimu swung her gohei and hit the side of Marisa's head. Both Marisa and the youkai were shocked by the aggression.

"That was a gift to compensate for my tardiness, and this is for your Master Spark!" Reimu explained. Panic set over Marisa as Reimu continued her generous display with another strike.

"By the way," having temporarily punished Marisa, Reimu pointed towards the youkai, "Who are you?"

Gesturing a bow, the youkai introduced herself, "My name is Meiling, and I am just a normal person."

"It was you that attacked me back there, right?" Reimu interrogated.

"That was a normal attack since you attacked me first," Meiling explained. Turning the accusation around, she pointed back at Reimu and declared, "It is you that is not normal!"

Shrugging off the accusation, Reimu refuted, "I'm a normal miko."

"I'm normal too," Marisa asserted, having been ignored entirely during the exchange.

"Definitely not normal," was the unanimous reply to Marisa's outburst.

"Anyway," Marisa diverted the subject away from herself, "You a guard or something? You're kinda in our way."

"And so I am in your way," Meiling affirmed with a taunting smile, exaggerated bow, and poised salute.

"That's too bad," Marisa remarked in an indifferent tone, "It's not in my style to pick fights with normal types like you."

"Wait, Marisa," Reimu interceded and stopped Marisa from racing away again, "There's a barrier around that gate."

"Indeed," Meiling confirmed Reimu's observation, "This barrier keeps out all troublesome pests from trespassing."

"Then how do we get in?" Marisa demanded as her attention passed between the gate, its guard, and Reimu.

With a sigh, Reimu enlightened Marisa, "How does anyone get into a room: its door."

"And none pass this gate's door without my approval," the gate's guard smirked, "Quite an impasse, fight me or be turned away. Which will it be?"

Without warning, Marisa fire a small laser in response. As the laser passed to her side, Meiling pondered, "Does she mean to fight, then?"

"Direct hit!" Marisa exclaimed with glee, prompting Meiling to turn around.

The target was the gate behind her, and now, there was a breach in its center. Not to be delayed by triviality, Marisa darted forward and dove through the opening.

Completely surprised by the impromptu entry, Meiling raced to stop Marisa from infiltrating the manor. As she reached the gate, she turned around and released a wave of chi, countering a barrage of talismans.

Reimu, with more talismans in hand, called out to Meiling, "Unfortunately, I don't have any problems fighting normal people that are in my way."

"I'll be on my way then," Marisa cheered from the beyond the gate, "Good luck!"

Meiling now found herself in a tight bind, "Can I keep this miko from breaking the gate?" After putting more thought into the matter, she felt that it may have been for the best that the other one didn't remain, "This miko couldn't possibly destroy the gate alone, and it would be troublesome to face two enemies at once."

The standoff didn't last long as Reimu couldn't allow Marisa to venture into the dangerous building and resolve the cloudy disaster by herself. Taking aim with an attack structure that almost won the previous encounter, Reimu launched a small barrage of talismans to which Meiling gracefully meandered through. The homing amulets that followed after were repelled with a subtle chi wave.

As Reimu prepared another handful of talismans, she took notice of Meiling's passive stance. Normally, her opponents would have taken the opportunity to counterattack after such a weak attempt. At a loss for what the youkai had planned since she didn't retaliate, Reimu boldly asked, "You're not going to attack me?"

"My duty is to repel trespassers," Meiling plainly replied, "I do not need to attack you to deter your path."

With a smirk, Reimu jeered, "Isn't that because you can't defeat me?"

Holding to her calm demeanor, Meiling stated, "Mock me as you like, I will not be moved."

Reimu considered her available options for a reasonable approach, "This may prove bothersome. On the one hand, attacking recklessly would be a waste of effort. On the other, this opponent refuses to attack and create an opening to exploit." With her opponent's advantage of time and location, Reimu concluded that several bombs would become necessary to achieve any desirable results.

Disgruntled from her severely limited options, Reimu reflected upon her troubles, "If it hadn't been for Marisa's interference, this encore fight would never have happened. I need to remember to repay her properly, for this."

Charging at her opponent, Reimu dropped three amulets behind and showered forth several talismans. As Meiling shifted to a side, Reimu went airborne to rain down another set of talismans. From her place overhead, she also set into play two of her amulets before descending to the gate front.

Meiling's initial movements met with some hesitation as Reimu took to the sky. Leaping away from the cornered gate front, Meiling found no relief as Reimu's delayed amulets greeted her legs. Tumbling to her side, Meiling rolled away from yet another series of talisman volleys and somersaulted into the air. Gathering her chi, she dropped back to the ground and executed a daring counter.

Meeting with some initial progress from the surprise attack, Reimu's follow through did not fare as well when the fleet footed Meiling avoided the assault with embarrassing precision. After seeing her leap into the air, Reimu tried to repel her opponent with a condensed attack, but found the leap was a feint. Pulling away, Reimu concentrated her efforts on minimizing the damage.

"Illusion Sign: Imaginary Dream Flower Vine!"

Without delay, Meiling released a sphere of chi around herself. The massive out pour scattered into a flurry of condensed energy that filled the surrounding space. Reimu found little respite after passing through the barrage; having lost valuable distance from the gate.

With a small abrasion on her right leg, Reimu let out a sigh, "Had I been any closer to her, it would have been impossible to outmaneuver that type of attack."

After regaining some composure, she took notice of something on the nearby bank. It seemed to be a crater, and judging from the surrounding grass, it was newly made. It was probably from Marisa's earlier efforts, but seemed too low in angle to have been from Master Spark, itself.

Shaking her head to adjust her concentration, she came to a realization, "If that's true, then I can finish this without much trouble."

Returning to her whimsical smile, Reimu prepared her gamble to pass this well guarded gate.

Zer0Axiom:
"I'll be on my way then. Good luck!"

I didn't think it would work out this well. Not only did I get past the front gate before Reimu did, but she decided to stay behind and deal with the gate's guard. It was a free pass to take the lead. Why shouldn't I take it?

Racing across the garden, I reached the front door and noticed its size. I had always thought the place would be like a typical troublemaker's home: more spacious than it needed to be. What I found was a monstrously large building.

"Is it my imagination, or are these places getting bigger?" I asked to no one as I enter the doorway.

Believing it was large by the doors was a mistake: inside was far more unbelievable. I glanced around to see that the entryway was more spacious than my house. The floor tiles were so well polished, they reflected my face as I examined them.

"So it isn't just big, but well maintained, too." I commented, "I wonder what's worth bringing home?" Since I was going to the trouble of visiting a new place, I figured I'd take home a nice souvenir for the occasion.

After surveying the area from the entryway, I noticed that there were two hallways branching out as well as a large, closed door across the room. Since this suspicious door refused to open, I decided on taking one of the branching halls. Picking some straw from my broom, I dropped them on the floor to mark my path. Content that Reimu wouldn't miss this clue, I continued on in search for anything worthwhile.

"Not just wide, but long..."

I couldn't figure why this house was so much bigger inside than outside. These halls, walls, doors, and floor seemed normal enough. Cutting across a corner, I decided not to waste my time thinking about it.

"This place is impossible, nothing more."

After passing a large set of doors, I noticed a magical presence within. It was quite distinct from the remainder of the empty halls and quiet doors from before.

"Guess I got to the boss first," I cheered as I entered the doors.

Beyond the doors was a very spacious room, obviously. What was unexpected was the large arrangement of bookshelves within it. Not only that, but they stood from another level below. This meant that the bookshelves were taller then your average two story buildings, especially since the rooms were bigger than the typical one story homes.

I went into a bit of a frenzy from their overwhelming sight. Although these books were far too numerous for me to read in my lifetime, I could feel their magical energies calling to me. Driven further to add to my meager collection back home, I sailed over the expanse and pondered which I should study first.

While not watching my way, I collided with something and dropped to a shelf top. After climbing my way off the ledge, I scanned the area for what I hit. With no success, I raised my hand and summoned my broom. Shrugging of the accident, I resumed my previous thoughts, "Which books are worth borrowing?"

"Don't take any books, please," a voice responded to my thoughts.

Taking humor in the dialogue, I asseverated, "I'm going to take some!"

With the short exchange concluded by silence, I looked around to verify the voice's owner. Noticing a strangely dressed person on a nearby shelf, I turned to face her. Dressed in a faded lavender dress, she wasn't too much bigger than myself. What stood out most was that her purple hair was so long for her height and was capped with a puffy hat that bore an assortment of accessories; it seemed kind of unbalanced. As I looked closer, I saw she was reading a book.

"Guess she likes reading books," I figured.

As I was thinking about another conversational topic to bring up, I heard her mumbling, "Let's see here: How to Passively Defeat the Person in Front of You."

"That's written in there?!" I was in disbelief to the contents of her book. It was unlikely to contain such a questionably convenient subject. Then again, these were magical books; it was entirely plausible. Curious as to what she would say, I asked, "What's it say?"

With a matter-of-fact gesture, she responded, "'Don't hold back'."

Unsatisfied, I inquired, "And how is that passively defeating someone?"

Closing her book, she dryly explained, "By not wasting effort is how it's passive."

Her answer made sense, I guess. It was enough to make me wonder if that really was written in that book she was holding. I chuckled with delight as I envisioned the many volumes of new text I would soon acquire.

Without thinking much else, I remarked, "This is an impressive place you've got here."

"I simply manage these archives, but it is indeed impressive," she commented in a deadened tone like it was normal.

Continuing with the conversation, I asked, "You're not the owner?"

"And you're not a guest," she plainly stated as she inquired, "What brings you here?"

Shuffling my thoughts, I offered as an explanation, "I heard that this place was remarkable and wanted to see for myself."

"A liar and a thief, then," she didn't hold back on the accusations.

"That's not true!" I exclaimed to defend myself, "I didn't take anything yet! And I didn't lie to you, either!"

"A thief all the same," she objected, "Or perhaps a vigilante of the night?"

"That's..." I was going to deny the claim but then her words replayed in my head. Engrossed by the poetic appeal of the title, I continued, "... a nice way of putting it. Actually, it sounds kinda cool that way."

"As I expected," she concluded as she opened her book again, "I will not permit you to roam freely through the mansion."

"So you're going to passively defeat me?" I sneered which received a sly smile in reply.

From all sides, I found myself completely surrounded, again. The only difference from before would be that there were books instead of faeries.

"Must be my lucky day," I murmured to myself.

Zer0Axiom:
Vigilance is not measured in deeds. It cannot be received nor given. It is not something to be achieved. As unattainable as it is, it remains invaluable to one of my standing. I am a sentinel, and it is my duty to safeguard my post. It falls to me to persevere through any crisis at hand. Alone and unaided, I must stand ever vigilant.

With Gensokyo in its current state, it was only a matter of time before someone would come to confront Madame about her actions. Several days have passed since the mist began to spread across the land, and only recently have the hostiles made their way to our doorsteps. Although it was still my responsibility to deter trespassers, I was complacent and failed to prevent intrusion.

Renewing my resolve, I took a stand at the gate front. The normal miko merely smiled. My efforts yielded little results and there was less that I could do to anticipate her plans. As she slowly advanced, I prepared to strike back. No matter the circumstance, I could not allow her to pass beyond the gate.

She began her attacks with a bombardment of charms. Though small in size, their power over youkai was undeniable. By releasing my chi into small waves of energy, I could manage to repel the charms and hold my ground. However, her charms were numerous, and I would be unable to counter all of them for long.

Of greater concern was the tracking charms she used. By mixing them with her straight-flying charms, these tracking charms would direct themselves to their target and inflict their damage. Even though their damage was weaker, their application in combat made them lethal.

Preferably, I would have charged at her and fought in close combat. It would have been a simple task to defeat her then. The single reason that I could not was because of her blessed tools. At my current level of ability, my meager skills could not endure damage from them and remain combat effective. With few options from the start, I focused on "delay" instead of "defeat"; if I could outlast her, I would have effectively defeated her.

The miko resumed her attack. While strafing to her right, she launched several charms in my direction. If I moved through them, she would pin me with tracking charms. I followed a path to my right and kept watch over the area. Although the tracking charms were larger in relative size, they remained difficult to spot with the prevalent mist. Correction: keeping watch over the gate, the miko, tracking charms, gate, and approaching bombardment through all the mist was extremely difficult. Following her movements, I made a break to a space on my left. After stepping back a bit, she threw four tracking charms into the air and continued her frontal assault.

I couldn't hesitate. Anticipating a three point assault, I took flight to increase my available movement options. Seeing her charge after her talismans, I continued with my efforts and moved to counter her tracking charms. With her approaching from below, I shifted to my left and dropped to the ground next to her. With cards in hand, we faced one another and announced our spell cards.

"Colorful Sign: Chaotic Dance of Iridescence!" "Spirit Sign: Fantasy Seal!"

In a radiant surge of colors, our attacks collided in a blinding display. While my card rained a plethora of colored prism shards, her spell released large colored spheres of spiritual energy. Those spheres plowed through my prisms directly towards me with a loud roar. The resulting explosions did little to alleviate my grief. Had I not used my spell card as well, the damage would have been at critical levels. After the blasts subsided, I panned around for the shrine maiden with little success.

Just then, she called out, "Looking for me?"

I turned towards the voice to find she was already behind the gate doors. She must have used the colored explosions as cover to slip past undetected. Since she revealed herself to me afterward, I took caution for traps.

"Careful, aren't you?" she mocked, but I would not be provoked. Even if she proceeded for the main building, I could give chase with little fuss. With her complacent smile, she prattled on, "You haven't noticed then?"

From behind me, a tracking charm activated and zipped into the mist: its target beyond sight. From the swirling mist, several faeries made themselves apparent. It was no mere coincidence that they gathered here like this.

As I looked onward to the numerous faeries, the shrine maiden continued her commentary, "They want in, too, but I can't imagine that you would let them in so simply. As such being the case, keep them busy here, alright? Bye, then."

I gritted my teeth. If what she said was true, then there really was nothing more that I could do. Thinking it over more, it was entirely possible that a confrontation was unnecessary. I held onto that sliver of chance as I called out to the gathering, "You are faeries of the lake, correct? What brings you here?"

"Well," a green haired faerie came forth, "We're here for the magician inside."

"The magician inside?" confirming their objective, I continued my inquiry, "What business do you have with her?"

"Punishment!" "Revenge!" "Payback!"

I could only curse the miko's good fortune. Even if they were after the intruder, it was not possible to leave such a bloodthirsty mob unattended at the gate. Holding fast to my duties, I stated, "I cannot allow you to pass. Leave now or face my might."

"You can't stop us!" one of the faeries remarked, and with a frenzied charge, the gathering plowed forward and collided with the barrier.

"If it is as you say," I responded while taking my combat stance, "Then I shall not be merciful."

Zer0Axiom:
"Must be my lucky day."

There was no better way to put it. Everyone wanted a piece of me tonight. Even Reimu couldn't get enough of me. It should be a crime to be this popular. In all seriousness, I could go without the extra attention.

"This should be fun," was all I could manage with a stiff smile on my face. The multitude of thick magic books encircled my spot on the shelf top. As panic took hold, I tried to even the field, "... but it would be a shame to ruin all of these books in a fight."

"No worries there," she asserted as she informed me, "All of my books are enchanted to resist many forms of damage. They'll be fine."

Daunted by the severity of her words, I complained, "Isn't that cheating? Pitting little me against your indestructible volumes of lore?"

Without thinking on the question, she replied, "In a word: yes. Now, if you're done badgering, we should begin. I happen to be very busy."

Denied of further protests, I was fired upon by the enchanted books. Most of the attacks came in the form of slow moving magic orbs. They were manageable since the orbs were not simultaneously fired en mass but at intervals. If that was all they did, I was worried for nothing.

Then I heard a low hum. Looking around for what was humming, I caught the sight of a book charging a magical blast. The humming came to a cease as several books fired laser beams in rapid succession. The closest one to me singed the tip of my hat.

After the books fired their respective attacks, they closed and moved to a different location before firing again. Taking my cue to retaliate, I returned with a laser pulse. The attack carried to a book that finished its spray, and collided with its closed cover. Aggravated by the lack of notable damage to the book, I blasted another. The results were not different.

I was losing to despair and defeat was growing imminent. Just as I was about to grab out a spell card, my magic knocked a book out of its orbit. Taking a closer look, I noticed a possible loophole to the super books. It seemed like my only chance to bring them down would be when they were open.

The books were closed as they drifted around. After settling on a spot, they opened and began flipping through their pages. If I was right, that was the decisive moment to strike. With my new plan in place, I neutralized several more books with astonishing success. I continued the shooting spree until I realized the books stopped opening.

"Pretty impressive, black clothed vigilante," she remarked in her drab tone.

"Nothin' to it," I cheered with a grin on my face, having received a well deserved compliment.

That actually ended better then my last encounter did. If all my fights went this well, then I'd be set. Completely engrossed with my own ego, I neglected the fact that the person in front of me was a capable magician.

She attacked with a set of sweeping lasers. My only saving grace was that they weren't aimed anywhere in particular. I managed to avoid its cutting sweep before it stopped. In its place was a different set of sweeping lasers that swung in the opposite direction.

Without much pause, she unleashed an array of magical energy that scattered a series of waves in several direction. The flowing energy didn't get far before she began blasting her sweeping lasers from before; only now they were accompanied by a sequence of smaller energy waves. The cycle continued ceaselessly.

"Overkill much?"

It wasn't until I openly complained that I noticed she was mumbling something. "Looks like she was reciting an incantation during the entire onslaught," as I came to that conclusion, she declared a spell card.

"Fire Sign: Agni Radiance!"

An overwhelming wave of heat swept across me as I struggled to keep calm. Several large fireballs took shape and began flying around with alarming speed. It wouldn't do to have those fireballs be alone, of course not. They were graced with the company of many smaller fireballs that cascaded in a series of outward spiral. There was not much else I could do but try to keep from getting roasted while the heat was on.

Eventually, the heat surge cooled down, and I patted out a small fire on the brim of my hat. The respite was shorter then I was because she went right with the many sweeping lasers again. Like she did before, there was an arrangement of magical energy that showered me with repeated handfuls of love. As the pattern continued, she was chanting another incantation.

Not wanting for more damage to my clothes, I opened fire to the bookworm. Even though she was chanting, emitting lasers, and showering me with waves of magic; she still managed to dodge my attacks without slowing down.

Eventually, I came to a realization, "If she's going to use magic on me like this, I should take the opportunity to learn a thing or two."

Finding others with magic that I could use was a rarity, and her magic seemed simple enough to try out. After thinking on it a bit, the sweeping laser thing looked easy enough to try. Its design was simple and powerful. I could fill the magic shower with stars. If I added more lasers, it should do more damage, too.

"I need to remember to try this out later," I repeated with an ever widening grin on my face.

"Wood Sign: Sylph Horn!"

"Oh, right, still in a fight."

Her spell called a parade of flitting leaves and some biting wind. The drifting leaves didn't seem too threatening, but I decided to play it safe. In all honesty, it seemed really weak and a waste of magic and time.

Dodging this spell effects was so simple that I was a bit suspicious of whether she had anything planned. Maybe it was for the best if she wore herself out with such dismal displays. As the gale died down, I focused on what would be next.

"Given up?" she asked in her drab tone; I hadn't expect that.

Taking insult at the notion, I rejected the thought, "Course not! What makes you say that?"

With a placid gaze, she commented, "It just seemed like you stopped trying to fight back."

"Oh," I was stricken at the truth of her observation. Reaching into my wits, I rationalized, "Well, I was just admiring your magic. You're pretty good."

"If that's the case, I shall proceed."

Zer0Axiom:
The hour grew late as the world slept without change. Many questionable figures roamed the night. The presence of fear; the prize of dominion; the respect of peers, these things were treasured by many but held by few. In a world where the powerful were ever present, one thing was true: nothing remains absolute. However, order must be kept, and for Gensokyo, that responsibility falls to the Hakurei line.

Having outwitted the protector at the front gate, Reimu made her way through the gardens towards the building proper. Although she held responsibility to restore Gensokyo to its natural state, she wasn't in any particular rush. She pressed onward with her task and eventually arrived at the main entrance. Upon entry, she was bewildered to what she encountered.

It was natural to assume that the building was of foreign origin from the outer architecture, but the sheer spacial quality was beyond reasoning; it bordered impossibility. The entryway and main hall were larger than her shrine. There was more room there than was entirely necessary for anyone. This would be a problem for her as she needed to explore its cavernous corridors for the criminal mastermind at the heart of the prevailing crisis.

After reviewing the main hall, Reimu concluded that Marisa had gone down the northern hallway. It was only obvious enough from the trail left behind: mud clumps, mushroom pieces, strands of golden hair, straw fragments, and other dubious materials. After considering the need to chase after Marisa and the ridiculous size of the building, Reimu decided to take the southern corridor and cover a different wing. The hall was, unsurprisingly, wide and long. It stretched for what felt like an eternity, partly because of Reimu's gentle pace.

"It'll be tomorrow if I don't hurry," she urged herself, "The troublemaker is farther in."

Reaching a turn in the lengthy hall, Reimu encountered an unwelcome site. In her path was a group of strangely dressed faeries. Although it would be strange to see a faerie wear such unique clothing elsewhere, it was quite common there. These faeries were servants at the mansion and their clothing was, in fact, a maid class uniform. Taking notice in Reimu's miko attire, the faeries began to attack the "outsider."

"A few measly faeries think they can stop me?"

Reimu retaliated and cleared the area of the pests that blocked her path. As she began to move forward, she realized the mistake she made in not following after Marisa: the path would have already been cleared if she followed Marisa. The spacious hallway was packed beyond capacity with faerie maids; all of them were set to avenge their fallen friends.

Wasting little time, Reimu made the first move. Since there were far too many to even begin a winning battle against, Reimu used a spell card. Employing her Fantasy Seal spell card, Reimu unleashed a barrage of spiritual energy that drove through the mass of maids. The energy exploded in a resplendent display and left much of the spacious hall unoccupied. Having cleared a large fraction in the faerie maid forces, Reimu quickly dispatched the remnants as she made her way along the hall.

As she proceeded, there were still more faerie maids and Reimu questioned the merit in having so many faeries in one place. As the fighting progressed, Reimu noticed a maid that wasn't like any of the others. Based on the fact that she was taller than the average faerie, Reimu concluded she wasn't a faerie.

"Such a mess that needs cleaning," the tall maid remarked as she abruptly threw knives across the hall.

Doing her best to avoid being skewered, Reimu moved aside and noticed the knives were aimed at the faeries behind her. Completely at a loss for why that happened, she turned back to find the mysterious maid missing. It was only for a moment that Reimu looked away, but the maid vanished completely without a trace. Looking around to see if she was still nearby, Reimu noticed that the few remaining faerie maids were not openly attacking her anymore. The mystery deepened, but there were other matters of greater priority.

Racing along the vast pathway unopposed, Reimu rounded another corner and eventually reached a suspicious set of double doors. Passing the doors, she found herself in a room very similar to the entry hall: it was overly spacious. In the center of this new room, there was a stairway leading to the next floor. Also present in the room was the mysterious maid from before.

As Reimu approached the stairs, the maid remarked, "You're making a mess again."

Reimu opted to ignore the remark and asked, "You're not the owner, are you?"

Turning to face Reimu, the maid inquired, "Do you have business with Madame?"

Uncertain about how to respond, Reimu sought to first clarify the situation, "This is where the mist is coming from, right? What's the point in spreading it?"

Without hesitating, the maid responded, "Madame is bothered by the sun's light and prefers the darkened sky."

Flabbergasted by the lopsidedness of the reasoning, Reimu noted, "Well, it's bothersome and needs to stop."

"That is a matter for Madame to address," the maid casually explained.

With thinning patience for the unaccommodating conversation, Reimu suggested, "Then bring her here, and have it addressed."

"I cannot allow for Madame to be bothered by such trifling matters," the maid reasoned with her unchanging expression.

Having reached the limits of her patience, Reimu corrected the maid's judgment, "A trifling matter? It's more of a catastrophe!"

"Regardless," the maid stated with a stern glare, "I won't allow for anyone to bother Madame."

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