(After staying up all night with a cold, I felt like I'd lost half my life. My head was spinning, and I didn't know whether I'd be able to get up in time to update, so just in case, I decided to post early today...)
The next day...
This time, Wu Yan went from groggy to fully awake in less than three seconds.
In less than three seconds, Wu Yan, who had just been asleep, woke up completely. His wine-red eyes stared blankly at the ceiling for a moment before he recalled what had happened before he fell asleep, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
Yesterday, under the influence of Sloth from the Seven Deadly Sins, he had spent the entire day feeling sluggish. Yet everything he experienced—from unexpectedly meeting Koishi Komeiji and getting to know Satori Komeiji, to Scarlet Devil Mansion and Chireiden nearly going to war because of him—had been more exciting than anything.
Even now, Wu Yan could hardly believe that throughout the entire affair, he had not said a single word, expressed a single intention, or made a single move. He had merely played the most insignificant of supporting roles, yet he had somehow triggered such an incident.
"Competing for ownership of Yakumo Bai?..."
Remembering those words Satori Komeiji had spoken before leaving yesterday, Wu Yan's expression became strange.
"Since when did I become so charming?..."
Though he said that, Wu Yan could more or less guess why Satori Komeiji was so fixated on him.
Of course, if Wu Yan could guess it, then Remilia, who had lived for five hundred years, could naturally guess it as well.
After all, Remilia was not as unmotivated as Reimu, indifferent to everything. She knew a little about Satori Komeiji's circumstances.
But knowing was one thing, and