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>>47094494 (2/3)
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That is, of course, a bold-faced lie.

The Sage system will mean nothing after the sword I've been cultivating in that earthly womb reaps the Dragon God's soul and places me above every living organism in the planet and outside of it; Kasen will crumble in failure, broken beyond repair and but a gargoyle against unison of powers that, perhaps, could pose a threat to me.

Simply put, there is no reason to choose the next sage if they are going to become obsolete…

So then why do this?

… All the power in the world didn't stop a small kitchen knife from slashing Yuyuko's neck and forever binding me to a repulsive failure.

By myself, eventually something will be out of my control and threaten my family. My daughter may be capable of time traveling, but something—anything—can happen. What's to say some corner of my vision isn't blind? That my plans are not flawless…?

No, the mere idea is intolerable to me.

Thus, I need sacrificial lambs.

Puppets that're effortlessly maintained, never strong enough to stand on their own, but just strong enough to defend my family and my Gensokyo.

That immediately excludes Remilia and her manipulation of fate, too chaotic to keep under proper control…

… But not that alone, for since my daughter touched my cheek and voiced her undying love—perfection—, I've yearned for more.

I want all.

I want Flandre Scarlet.

Ah, Sekai, the peace of mind you've brought me is unfathomable; knowing love will be there for me no matter what and that you've personally ensured that everything goes according to plan makes me so elated. You'll want that precious little girl by our side too, hm? Your big sister~

A big sister that, as of now, isn't perfect.

She has ties to others, loves too heavily when it was love meant for us—a budding love that came to me that day when Okina decided to commit her greatest mistake. At any moment, I could clean her mind and make it a breeding ground for a mother and father figure in me and Anon, but no. You've shown me differently, Sekai, disregarding any restrictions and bending reality as you wish for the sake of your family, to make sure we'd together pave the way to your existence and that glorious shine in your eyes.

The Gap would provide fake love, and never again I'll feel that.

But that means I need to get rid of Remilia Scarlet and all those poor sods of the Scarlet Devil Mansion in another way, for performing the deed myself or having any true stake in it would end, inevitably, in disaster…

… And what better way to create the perfect set of circumstances that'll leave a child's mind utterly distraught and in dire need of nurture than ruthless infighting~?

These three sad individuals with whom I share wine and tea, eat refined biscuits and bread with spread both with the finest antecedents in the Outside World—Paris and Italy, Russia and Bulgaria—react to my words with either clear interest or confusion; Yachie lifting a brow as Seiga murmurs a simple 'my, my~'; Konngara maintaining her silence yet watching with interest; and last but surely not least, the Lady of the Night appears immensely amused, the behavior of a little girl that'll have adequate entertainment at last—not the same for her shadow, Sakuya Izayoi narrowing her eyes with suspicion.

Hook, line—now, sinker. “Of course, with the seat comes the power, which I’ll steal from Okina’s with my sword… Half I’ll keep, the other goes to whoever takes the seat~”

Seiga will die either in the Solstice or by my hands; that much shouldn't change. Having a baby eater close to my baby Sekai, despite her loyalty, doesn't sit well with me—a backstabber's end to a backstabber. “If even a smidgen of what I hear Okina gets away with is true, I'd love to~!” Her voice is thick with lust.

Konngara will die through Reimu or, again, by my hands. Too unstable that dog is, and as she digests the nightly feast that'll be the Solstice, I'll make sure she's put down. No one will miss that bitter, pitiful collection of regrets and rage anyway~ “… Power to rival Ibaradouji's at her peak. Hm.” Envy, wrathful and uncontrollable.

Remilia, of course, won't die so fast; she hasn't lived so long hinging on her subjects to protect her, and manipulation of fate is tricky… But I doubt it'll be problematic in face of literal time travel—if anything were to fare wrong, you'd have whispered it into your mother's ear, right, my Sekai? “Are you excited, Sakuya? My birthright to rule stays true~” Pride, swelling yet tempered by… something else—something sharp.

Yachie is the least threatening of the bunch; her connection is so far below the earth, to the shithole that is Great Hell, and her death or lack thereof concerns me not. Should she survive, however, I'd gladly make her my gargoyle~ “Ho, ho… That'll be more than enough to gut Toutetsu's and Saki's necks. The Animal Hell, free for the taking~” Greed, beaming like a diamond.

Three of them marked for death by their own ambitions…

I almost laugh. Almost~