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The dragon girl snorted coldly, let go of her hand, turned around and walked towards the exit.

"From tonight on, I'll be staying in the east tower. You...must come to my room tonight! Understand?"

She glanced back dangerously,

"Tonight at midnight, if you dare to be late, your collection will be burned."

"Wow!"

Flandre suddenly descended from the ceiling, her crystal wings scattering stardust-like fragments of light.

"Are you going to play an adult game? Fran has seen it in Patch's book!"

"Flan!"

Remlia's blood pressure instantly skyrocketed:

"Pa Qiu Li! What did you show Fran?!"

Patchouli silently stuffed the "Records of Research on Human Reproductive Behavior" into her wide robe, lowered her head and pretended to concentrate on studying the magic circle.

Zhou Yuan looked at the chaotic crowd and was suddenly attracted by a new system prompt:

[Obtain the special title "Scarlet Patron"]

[Effects: ① All attributes at night +50% ② Attack rate by female abnormal creatures +300%]

“There’s definitely something wrong with this system…”

He looked at the three people who had formed a triangle encirclement at some point, and suddenly felt that the True Ancestor's legacy was not important at all.

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On the top floor of the East Tower, moonlight shines through the stained glass, casting mottled shadows on the bed.

Melusina's fingertips moved across Zhou Yuan's collarbone, and the dragon flame left a burning trail on his skin.

As her clothes turned to ashes and scattered, her pale golden dragon eyes were filled with long-suppressed desire.

"Anyway, you have already contained the power of the vampires..."

The dragon's tail tightly wrapped around his ankle, and its scales scraped against him, creating tiny sparks.

"Even if I indulge myself a little more, it shouldn't be a problem, right?"

Her figure gradually covered his lower body. Just as he was about to take a step forward, Zhou Yuan suddenly pressed her shoulders:

"Wait, wait, your horn is stuck..."

"Shut up."

Melyusina bit his sword handle with her fangs, her voice vague and dangerous.

"Tonight...what you need to do..."

Instantly, the fatal stimulation spread from his tailbone to his entire body.

“…Just feel it carefully.”

The blood moon outside the window was suddenly covered by dark clouds, leaving only the interweaving of breathing sounds in the room in the darkness.

Flandre's red eyes hidden behind the crack of the door sparkled with curiosity, but when she was about to continue peeking, she was dragged away by Remlia's collar.

Even faintly, one could hear the vampire lady's cry of collapse:

"Flan! Put down the magic telescope!"

"But Patch said this is an important biology practice..."

"That otaku girl!!"

Remlia's screams gradually faded away along with Flandre's laughter, adding a bit of absurdity to this extraordinary night.

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In the underground library, the crystal chandelier suddenly shook gently.

The quill in Patchouli's hand drew long ink marks on the parchment, and her amethyst eyes narrowed slightly.

"This vibration frequency..."

She adjusted her glasses which had slipped down.

"Even if it's the Dragon Clan, it's too exaggerated..."

"Flan is okay... Remi... can she really handle it..."

At this moment, the ancient books on the bookshelf suddenly flipped through the pages, and a book called "Illustrated Diagram of the Physiological Structure of the Dragon Clan" automatically flew onto the table.

The witch coughed lightly and stuffed the book back into the depths of the bookshelf as if nothing had happened.

"Little devil!"

She suddenly raised her voice, and the moon decoration on her nightcap swayed.

"Bring me the specially made blank album! The kind with a seal!"

The little devil who was tidying up the bookshelf stumbled:

"Pachouli-sama, are you going to... write a new treatise on magic?"

"Of course, it's to record important racial communication data!"

A suspicious blush appeared on the witch's cheeks.

"This is valuable material for studying interracial contracts!"

As she spoke, she suddenly started coughing violently, and the feather pen in her hand uncontrollably drew smooth lines in the air.

It was a sketch of a pair of dragon horns.

"Lady Patchouli..."

The little devil held a heavy blank picture album, his bat wings flapping restlessly.

"Are you sure you want to record this... uh... academic material?"

"Of course!"

A gleam of light flashed across Patchouli's glasses.

"This is a crucial opportunity to study interspecies energy exchange!"

The feather pen in her hand was already automatically drawing a complex diagram of the magic circle.

Suddenly, dust fell from the ceiling.

A particularly violent vibration caused the book "History of the Reproduction of the Dragon Clan" on the bookshelf to fall to the ground with a clatter, and the pages happened to be open to the chapter on "Mixed-Blood Offspring".

"Cough cough..."

Patchouli pretended not to see it and quickly kicked the book under the table.

"Hurry and get the infrared development magic ready! This kind of firsthand information must... I mean, this kind of academic observation must be rigorous!"

The little devil looked at his master's glowing eyes, hesitant to speak, and finally resigned himself to his fate and set up the observation crystal.

At the same time, on the top floor of the East Tower.

Melyuchina's dragon tail created new cracks on the bedpost. She suddenly stopped, her ears trembling slightly:

"That peeping witch... is actually using detection magic?"

Zhou Yuan took the opportunity to take a breath:

"Why not stop..."

"No need."

The dragon girl showed a dangerous smile and suddenly released a powerful shielding barrier towards the ceiling.

"She can see it... but she can't record it."

It was this mischievous act that caused Patchouli to get furious at the developing crystal that was covered with snowflakes the next day, and made it a new topic of conversation in the Scarlet Devil Mansion after dinner.

Chapter 17: About Playing Away at Scarlet Devil Mansion

On the terrace of the Scarlet Devil Mansion, the silver moon is like a hook.

Remlia leaned against the carved railing, her fingertips gently stroking the rim of the bone china teacup.

The moonlight cast a hazy silver glow on her cobalt blue hair, but it could not shine into her lowered scarlet eyes.

"Miss..."

Sakuya's voice was rarely hesitant, her silver hair fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

"As a maid, I shouldn't ask about my master's private affairs..."

She paused, her meticulously manicured nails unconsciously digging into her palms.

"But please allow me to ask...why did you choose that human?"

The corners of Remlia's lips curled up slightly, and the black tea in the cup reflected her swaying reflection.

"Sakuya,"

Her voice was as soft as the night wind blowing over roses,

"This is the first time you've spoken to me in this tone."

Izayoi Sakuya's figure suddenly shook, and her silver pocket watch slipped from her fingers, making a dull sound on the red velvet carpet.

"Excuse me, young lady."

She immediately knelt on one knee, but was stunned when she picked up the pocket watch——

The pointer strangely stopped at the same position, as if time had frozen at this moment.

Remlia shook her head slightly, her slender fingers slowly drawing circles along the edge of the teacup:

"Do you think my previous action was just impulsive?"

Her voice was as soft as the moonlight outside the window.

Seeing the maid lowered her head, she did not answer.

The vampire lord put down his teacup and slowly walked towards the stained glass window.

The mottled paint fragmented the moonlight, casting ever-changing light and shadow on her pale face.

"Sakuya,"

She suddenly spoke, her voice a little ethereal.

"Do you remember the real reason why we left Gensokyo?"

"this..."

The head maid opened her mouth, but suddenly found a blank in her memory.

Those past events that should have been clear at first seemed to be covered by a layer of mist and could not be seen clearly at all.

"See, you don't remember either."

Remlia chuckled, but her laughter was filled with an indescribable heaviness.

"We were clearly living well there, so why did we move to the modern world? The answer to this question seems to have been deliberately erased by someone."

"Miss..."

Sakuya unconsciously tightened her grip on the silver knife, her knuckles turning slightly white.

"In the end what happened?"

"I do not know."

Remlia turned around, her long blue hair swaying in the wind, gleaming dimly in the moonlight.

A strange light flashed in her red eyes: