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Satori-sama being mad is not out of the ordinary.

Maybe one of the servants did their job wrong; perhaps Orin was lazying on the carpets whilst grooming herself or the new batch of uranium hexafluoride I made was of shoddy quality because I got distracted with melting rocks with thermonuclear energy—don't blame me, it's very fun to do so~—, all things that tick her off and garner some reaction, though they're always milquetoast and more on the disappointed side…

Never ebullient rage like what she's displaying right now—the backdoor closing just as that old lady Okina came through, looking something in-between smug and pensive. The sight of her uggy face soured my mood, but I rather focused on Satori-sama as she stomped towards a perplexed Suika-san, Yuugi-san standing up with a frown and matching towards them, towering above the two yet doing nothing to mitigate Satori-sama's rage, a finger pointed at Suika-san's face. “You. You disgrace! Do you have any idea about the things Yukari and that… degenerate daughter of shrine maiden did to Kasen-san?!” Beneath, Koutei rumbles and lifts his resting head, a swiftness to his movements that bore still scary precision. “They desecrated her so thoroughly, it's absolutely ludicrous! They did so much worse than what I had thought at first and they're still planning to do more! And more! I saw it in the kitsune's mind, the child's mind—and what are you doing about this?! You stand around and drink without a care in the world! Kasen relapsed into Douji and you stand around drinking!”

… I… d-don't understand this information.

Douji? Who's—what is—Douji?

Whatever it may be, it drained the color from Suika's face, Kokoro having woken up as did Orin, the hellcat watching with a bewilderment much like mine. Those words had also silenced Yuugi, the giant of a woman now still as a monolith.

And Satori-sama was at the verge of tears, tears of deep-seated rage. “And you…” She turns to Okina, Suika-san unable to speak, her gaze fixed on her gourd. “You repugnant monstrosity… Threatening that child—a victim—, forcing me to have a hand in your vile games… You're no different from Yukari Yakumo.” Her voice was so overpowering that it caused my eyes to dart, my wings to flap, and my words to falter, such writhing rage crushing my train of thought. Satori-sama's fists were so tightly clenched that they were b-bleeding, her hair disheveled, and her third eye wide open…

W-What is happening here?! Why is Satori-sama so mad?

Okina Matara, however, simply chuckles. “My, my~the most hated Youkai alive, pointing fingers; so quick to blame others for things beyond their control and act so high and mighty… So precious, my little fodder~” That word, 'fodder', sparks something in Satori-sama's eyes that makes me recoil, words starting to form… Suddenly, the world weighs a loathsome ten thousand tons and knees tremble, the very air caustic. Satori-sama winces, yet her hatred persists as we all watch Okina slowly stand from her throne, boots hitting Koutei’s scales. She didn't look amused anymore. “Today was full of emotions, I'll confess. I had to reach far and wide in the confines of my patience to not just… Snap, you understand me?” Her steps took her to standing in front of Satori-sama, hands falling as if boulders on her shoulders, prompting inside a nuclear flame, invisible yet destructive, my heart thumping as clear danger showed itself… B-But my body couldn't move! Why couldn't it move?! Why am I here, powerless to stop the looming woman over Satori-sama? “A subjugated dragon, a disrespectful miko, a mafia boss, and now you, poking at my good will and pressing my buttons. I love a good drama, yes, but even I have my limits for ridiculousness.” There was a threat in her words—a threat that made me deaf to her next words, wings sprawling as I forced my body to react.

“… I really hope when Reimu is done doing what she must do, she also kills you for good measure.” Satori-sama replies, her eyes broad.

Okina smiles, unbothered. “My, such a bratty attitude, Satorin… I don't feel like asking anymore~” Whatever the spell was, I broke it at that outrageous moment, clocking and pointing the thermonuclear ultimate weapon at the unnerving hag with furious eyes. The others' gazes were fixed on her. “Heh, just kidding—”

Stronger than I? Than the entire Underground?

… So what?!

Their gaze finally shifts to me when the sun appears in thermonuclear glory, scorching the air into ash, teeth clenched and mind focused on protecting my master.

Frick that hag creep!

The split second before her eyes focused on me and the size difference between her and Satori-sama made for a clear shot, which I took without hesitation, hurling the massive red and white ball of overwhelming force to atomize her brains—

“—Or maybe I'll kill your misbehaving pet to make me feel better.”

The sun is gone.

Snuffed.

Satori-sama looks terrified.

A hand reaches out of a bottomless pit and grabs my face.