Thanks for the invitation. I'm in Type-Moon, inheriting the legacy of Zi-O.

"No, no, no, how could that be... Aneng is her sister, what am I thinking?" Pushing aside the wild thoughts in her mind, Mostima saw the "black lock" and "white key" hanging on the wall.

The cold light emanating from the staff made Mostima's azure pupils grow ever brighter.

"I should keep my distance from her." He then sat down on the sofa.

Mostima felt the touch of a hard object on her lower limbs and realized that Exusiai had forgotten her gun with her.

"It really is a fine gun." Mostima's voice was somewhat solemn as she stroked Exusiai's beloved gun. "It's just like her, just like me." She skillfully cocked the gun and aimed.

The familiar nightmare has haunted me once again.

"Huh...! Huh... huh..." With rapid breathing, Viktor had already been thrown onto the other side of the table.

I can never forget, I can never forget, my sins.

but--

“No matter what, I’m still attracted to her…” Both happy and sad, Mostima silently clutched her throat, trying not to make a sound. “It’s just… painful, nothing serious.”

Exusiai, back in her room, slumped onto her bed in dejection.

"Idiot! Idiot! Big idiot! Mostima, you big idiot!" Exusiai pounded her pillow hard, as if she still wasn't satisfied, and wanted to pull out her gun to give it a good beating.

"Eh..." However, as she groped around, Exusiai discovered that her gun was missing.

"Looks like I forgot about her..." Jumping onto the bed and burying her head in the pillow, Exusiai muttered unwillingly, "I really wanted to make her happy... I was afraid she would disappear again someday."

"I feel like I'm such an idiot for worrying about someone like this~" Exusiai murmured unwillingly, buried in her pillow.

"But I just like her, what can I do..." With the halo above her head flashing, Exusiai herself was a little flustered.

I got out of bed and picked up the photo frame that I had kept carefully by my bedside.

In the photo frame, the adorable blonde idol Sora is happily smiling and making a peace sign, while Texas calmly chews on a Pocky on the left, and Croissant is teasing the Emperor on the other side. And at the very end of the photo frame…

Mostima was being hugged by Exusiai, who was laughing, and she was smiling helplessly.

It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?

This photo accompanied Exusiai through her solitary sleep for four years and three months after Mostima left.

"Is she angry because I lost my temper like this...?" The initial little bit of emotion had completely disappeared, and now Exusiai was starting to worry that the other person might be unhappy with her behavior. "Maybe I should go and apologize to her."

"Ugh~ No, no, no, apologizing now would only make her feel worse." Shaking her head abruptly, Exusiai slumped onto the bed in a dejected state.

"What...what should I do?"

Exusiai, who is outwardly warm but inwardly cold, is also trying to break into Mostima's heart today.

She wanted to become her partner, she wanted to keep her by her side... Exusiai couldn't remember when she first had this thought.

But now, all that remains is the obsession with wanting to do it.

"Forget it, restricting her freedom would be bad for her." Stretching her arms outstretched, pointing to the familiar ceiling, Exusiai lay back on the bed and closed her eyes. "Yeah, it's settled then. I'll go look for her again tomorrow."

After tossing and turning, Exusiai put on her blindfold.

Today, the two angels are also arguing because they are afraid of hurting each other.

If things can continue like this, the two of them will surely be able to break through that thin membrane and let their passionate hearts collide.

But... it seems the ending of the story is never quite perfect.

Exusiai is dead, completely and utterly.

It was carried out by the Lateran notary office itself, without even Mostima's knowledge.

When the Suffering Narrator arrived at Rhodes Island, battered and bruised, Mostima understood that the Exusiai, summoned back by Laterano, was not there to receive any "gift from heaven."

But she had no choice; when it came to faith, no one was more devout than this seemingly trend-chasing fool.

She should have expected that it would be impossible for Exusiai to hand over her Guardian Gun.

Desperate to avenge that child, the weeping blue-haired fallen angel stormed into the Lateran notary office.

But standing amidst the ruins was the last enemy.

It is Exia, whose eyes are lifeless, and who raises her protective gun at herself.

The black lock and the white key crossed with a piercing sound, and the deep blue patterns spread outwards in layers.

Also blown away was Exusiai's battered body, hidden beneath her white robe.

I'm so sorry, my friend. I couldn't even protect this child.

With his eyes closed, Mostima's gaze gradually hardened.

At least, I have no intention of holding back my vengeful rage against those old geezers who would rather die than let go of the child's corpse.

I'm sorry, Exusiai... I'll send you back to the place you've always believed in.

With the "black lock" and "white key" intersecting, a huge clock appears behind Mostima.

At the same time, from the center of the clock, a giant beast with two horns poked its head out.

With just a roar, Exusiai's white robes fluttered.

Very easily, with almost no resistance. Mostima won.

The sharp staff pierced through the white robe, and with it, shattered the last glimmer of hope in the blue-haired fallen angel's heart.

"Ah ah..." However, the familiar voice made her hand, which was tightly gripping the staff, tremble violently.

"Exusiai...?" Disbelief, utter disbelief. Why did the person who appeared after killing her turn to be the Exusiai personality she thought was dead?!

"I'm so sorry~ I've caused you trouble." Her face grew paler with each loss of blood, Mostima's Originium Arts wreaking havoc within Exusiai's body. "Thank you for waking me from my dream..."

“In a dream…? No, this isn’t the time to talk about that! Put this first—” Mostima tried to draw her weapon, but Exusiai’s pale hand stopped her.

"No need, Mostima, really no need." She shook her head with difficulty, the light in Exusiai's orange pupils growing dimmer. "We... already know."

"I know, I know what?" Mostima didn't want to think about these questions at all right now.

All she wanted was to preserve Exusiai's life, which was as fragile as a candle flickering in the wind; that was all she wanted.

"I know who killed my sister." Tears welled in Exusiai's eyes as she looked into Mostima's wide eyes. "...It was you, wasn't it?"

Silence. Wanting to affirm, yet unable to utter a word. Wanting to deny, yet speechless.

"It's alright." The Exusiai who was now radiating energy was looking more and more like her sister. "...I forgive you."

“…I forgive you.” That’s what she said, but it still troubles Mostima to this day.

In her eyes, Exusiai and her figure completely overlapped, and their voices merged together in Mostima's ears.

"Who told me... (who told us...) that we all love you?" These words, exactly the same as her dying words, made Mostima feel as if she had returned to that moment.

Her past self pulled the trigger on her sister.

And now, he thrust his staff at her.

“I’ve always been her substitute, haven’t I…” A sad expression appeared on the face of this optimistic angel.

"Ah...no." She wanted to deny it, but her words were as dry as yellow sand.

"Hey, Mostima." Exusiai murmured, her head gradually turning as she gazed at the bright moon in the sky.

"Was there... at some point that I was able to surpass her and make you see me...?"

Unfortunately, she could not hear the answer.

The shattering of the guardian gun also signifies her departure.

"What I see is always you..." And what I love is always you.

I want to convey this message, I want to say this.

Grasping the dangling hand of Exusiai, Mostima's behemoth behind her let out a piercing shriek.

...Mostima lost easily.

[Bonus Chapter] There is still an angelic maid in the sunflower field today.

Legend has it that within the Hakurei Shrine, a place unknown to anyone in the far east.

If you put offerings into its money box, you can enter the unknown world of monsters.

It was a place where all mystery, monsters, and the unknown hid, a paradise completely different from the science of the outside world.

This place is called Gensokyo, a secluded place created by the Hakurei Barrier and the boundary youkai—the [Youkai Sage] Yukari Yakumo.

And in this mysterious easternmost part, there is an incredibly dazzling sunflower field.

Golden petals moved with the sunlight, scattering countless golden hopes.

However, few people visit this place because living in the mansion right in the center of the sunflower field are the natural yokai, Kazami Yuuka, who is so feared that even sage yokai would give way, and her younger brother, Kazami Saka, who is also a sunflower yokai.

The two of them have monopolized this dazzling and beautiful golden flower field. If they don't want to become fertilizer for the sunflowers, they should stay as far away as possible from this place that mortals shouldn't be near.

(But it seems the siblings are quite tolerant of the fairies who accidentally wandered in? And the younger brother, Kazami Saka, is also relatively friendly towards humans. Even so, it's not advisable to make dangerous remarks to the siblings like "I want to taste sunflower seeds.")

—Excerpt from Hieda Akyuu's "Gensokyo: Origins".

However, the sunflower field today seems somewhat different.

"Boom—!" The emerald green magic cannon shattered the bright red roof, and a maid-dressed angel with frantically flashing golden wings tumbled and crawled out of the mansion's entrance.

"I already told you! I didn't sneak onto Shahua's bed on purpose! I was just sleepwalking!" While jumping around, the angel with a halo above her head quickly crouched down to dodge another magic cannon shot that passed right above her head. "So, Yuuka-nee, are you going to kill me?!"

"Ahhh—! Definitely—!" Then, the door of the mansion was gently pushed open, and a beautiful woman holding a parasol appeared in Exusiai's eyes.

She was wearing a bright red plaid blouse and a bright red plaid long skirt.

The hand holding the parasol quietly clenched, and the face hidden under the parasol was so beautiful.

As if she were nature's darling, born carrying nature's hopes, her beautiful emerald green hair was full of vitality.

However, all of this is now imbued with a crimson aura of murderous intent.

Pointing the tip of her parasol at the fleeing angel, Kazami Yuuka forced a rare, ugly smile. "Die! You idiot Exia, you cheating cat!" Then, she fired another, even thicker, emerald-green magic cannon.

"Whoa—!" Rolling to the side, Exusiai suddenly bumped into a hard object. "Ouch—! That hurts—!"

Then, she opened her eyes and saw the parasol pointing directly at her face. A bead of sweat dripped unconsciously from Exusiai's face.

"It's over—it's all over—!" Exusiai clutched her head, hoping that at least she wouldn't tear all her clothes to shreds today.