The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

But soon, she started a battle with this older sister whom she had a crush on.

Yes, that's right, fighting.

Although Flandre really wanted to understand what was going on with that yearning in her heart, she still preferred having someone to play with her than this.

It had been too long since joy had appeared in her world.

She immediately launched an attack on the strange sister. Although the other party was a little panicked at first, she quickly reacted. Unlike those people who were alienated from her in the past, she actually smiled happily.

"Barrage game? Interesting Da☆Ze!"

While dodging her own attack, this strange elder sister began to counterattack with gorgeous magic, and at the same time asked herself without hesitation——

"Hey, kid, my name is Marisa Kirisame, I'm a magician, how about you?"

"... Flandre."

How long has it been since someone asked me my name?

It's been so long that I can't remember.

Suddenly, something deep in Flandre's heart seemed to be touched. She suddenly smiled, showing a smile that was crazier and more dangerous than ordinary children, but more in line with her heart.

"My name is Flandre, Flandre Scarlet!"

Wielding Levatin, which was Flandre's weapon, a giant sword made entirely of flames, she acted recklessly relying on her own instincts.

Destroying everything in front of me, and genuinely enjoying it.

She chased Marisa, broke the door of the bedroom, broke the barrier in the basement, and even broke the barrier set by Patchouli in the library.

Never felt like this.

As if they had a tacit understanding, Flandre and Marisa recklessly immersed themselves in the battle called "danmaku game", even if there were gravel and sawdust flying around them every moment, they didn't care.

Most of Marisa's magic is light and heat. Although it is gorgeous, it seems to be slightly inferior in destructive power, and Flandre's attack just makes up for this, and her attack is full of power.

One of the two forgot that they were here to solve the mutation, and the other forgot that this was their home, and they brought out the art of fighting to the fullest.

until she appeared——

"No wonder it's so noisy, Fran, it's you."

"Patch..."

The sudden appearance of a friend woke Flandre from the world of interest. She looked at the indifferent Patchouli with some fear, and didn't know what to say for a while.

"Remy is doing something very important right now, so don't trouble us."

Trouble, huh...seems to be like this all the time.

Flandre lowered her gaze.

As expected, when Paqiuli raised her hand, a jet of water hit her, and Flandre, who no longer wanted to resist, was easily comfortable in a water polo.

Water is the weakness of vampires, and Paqiuli used this method to stop herself every time.

Her eyes no longer had the excitement just now, and only loss and powerlessness remained in the dim pupils. Patchouli's magic was like a cage, sealing herself in a lightless world, with no hope and no way to escape.

However, Flandre never thought that the so-called cage could actually be broken.

"Hey, magician, is this red mist your fault?"

Without fear, this human magician Marisa, who seemed a little immature to Flandre, actually stood in front of Patchouli.

"It looks like an unknown mouse has slipped in."

Looking at Marisa coldly, the magic book in Patchouli's hand began to glow strangely, and the destroyed magic circles in the library began to reappear at a speed visible to the naked eye as if time had flowed backwards.

"Hey, are you a magician too? Just right! Let's use magic to show off Da☆Ze!"

Marisa took out the gossip furnace-like props, and at first glance, she knew how ridiculous it was compared to learning orthodox magic—the power of Qiyao's magician Patchouli Noreki.

"Hehe, hahahaha——"

It was a mocking laugh, even Paqiuli did not hide her contempt for Marisa, or in other words, it was precisely because it was Paqiuli that she felt disdainful.

"It's interesting. It's just that a kid who has studied magic for a few years dares to say such things in front of me."

As soon as the words fell, the number of magic circles around them doubled several times in an instant, and the library was surrounded by densely packed magic that was ready to be released.

The expression on Marisa's face finally changed, Patchouli raised her hand, and the surrounding light became more dazzling in an instant.

"At least let you see what real magic looks like before you become an undead. After you arrive in the underworld, it can also be a good conversation piece."

"Hey, don't underestimate me! Magician!"

Without hesitation, Marisa rode a broom and rushed up against the countless spells. The Eight Diagrams Stove in her hand emitted a weak but still dazzling light.

At that moment, Flandre saw something different from the opponent's appearance, which seemed to have nothing to do with the strength of the power itself, but something more than that...

"Master Spark"! "

Chapter 41 Vampire Sisters and Passers-by A+B

"If you don't do anything, nothing will change. I don't know what you are hesitating about, but you can never go wrong if you follow your heart, Da☆Ze."

A disconcerted black and white magician, Kirisame Marisa left after leaving such words.