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Outside the massive, dusty Community Center, which absolutely should now just be legally renamed the Scarlet Devil Mansion.
The four identical Flandres nervously pushed and shoved each other in the dirt, none actively daring to be the first to step forward toward the heavy iron gate. The heavy bamboo basket in the Main Body's trembling hands swayed back and forth dangerously, the five completely empty, incriminating glass bottles loudly clinking against each other like a death knell.
"We're already here, let's just go! You were all so incredibly, loudly brave just a moment ago in the woods, confidently saying you could easily handle this physical beating from Sister. Why on earth are you all acting like terrified cowards now?!"
The Main Body Flandre aggressively pushed the three clones who absolutely refused to move forward no matter what she said. Just a single moment ago, they were all happily holding the milk bottles high with aggressive, rebellious spirits; anyone who didn't legally know better would have thought they'd had way too much hard liquor to drink.
Now that they'd actually arrived at the scene of the crime, they were all pitifully shrinking back into the shadows like frightened quails. As the original Main Body, she was truly, deeply ashamed to be magically associated with these three pathetic, cowardly clones.
"I... I can't physically do it! I genuinely feel like I'm completely drunk from all that rich milk! My head is spinning so dizzy, I absolutely need to go back to the farm and lie down to rest for a bit!" "Me too! I think I have a stomach ache!" "The morning wind today has a really, really high alcohol content!"
The three clones looked at each other, nodded furiously in complete agreement, and directly, magically canceled their Four of a Kind spell.
Although the next ones to randomly appear when summoned might absolutely not be them again, they would infinitely rather disappear into the aether than take a painful beating from Remilia! Anyway, they had greedily eaten and drunk their absolute fill during this brief time; they would happily leave the brutal physical beating entirely to the Main Body!
Flandre's Taboo "Four of a Kind" is an incredibly, highly special, chaotic magic that can instantly create three perfect clones with entirely independent consciousnesses. The chaotic thoughts of these clones absolutely all magically originate from the Main Body, and absolutely any of the complex seven emotions and six desires could be entirely randomized. Just exactly like this disastrous time, the specific clones she accidentally randomized were three absolute "Demon Seeds" who happily spent every single day maliciously amusing themselves by aggressively bullying the Main Body.
Moreover, the chaotic randomization could terrifyingly result in three clones with the exact same, amplified emotion—three violently irritable sisters, three depressed Lin Daiyus, or three chaotic, laughing Ahas; absolutely everything was magically possible.
Watching the three cowardly clones disappear into sparkling mist, Flandre's face puffed up angrily like a red pufferfish. Four of a Kind had a strict magical cooldown timer, and the ones summoned next time might not be these three specific Demon Seeds. Now that they were completely gone, she would have to tragically take this entire beating all by herself!
"No! I absolutely need to cleverly save myself!"
Flandre's glowing red gaze slowly turned toward Hong Meiling, who was currently using a massive, detached wooden door panel as a makeshift bed to peacefully sleep directly at the entrance. Her desperate gaze shifted downward, and a fair, fleshy-but-not-fat, incredibly long leg poked out lazily from under the cheap quilt. This single, muscular leg alone was physically taller than her entire sister.
I'm so sorry, Meiling, I absolutely have no other choice in this. I'll buy you a pork bun to make it up to you later.
Having ruthlessly made up her mind, Flandre immediately began to accelerate, wildly sprinting directly toward the entrance of the Scarlet Devil Mansion. Then, she highly "accidentally" tripped violently over Hong Meiling's outstretched leg and aggressively slammed the heavy bamboo basket in her hand incredibly hard directly against the stone wall.
"Oh no~~ I clumsily fell over."
Flying through the morning air in slow motion, an incredibly smug, victorious smile appeared on the corner of Flandre's mouth. This was her absolute, flawless master plan to perfectly divert the trouble. As long as absolutely all the glass bottles were violently smashed into powder, there would be zero physical evidence of the milk theft. Her angry sister could only logically blame Meiling for being an incredibly unrefined, clumsy sleeper and dangerously tripping her absolute cutest, innocent little sister!
"Hmm? Second Miss?" Meiling mumbled, her eyes snapping open.
The World!
But there was exactly one crucial thing... Flandre might have completely forgotten in her panic.
As a highly trained, pure martial artist of Gensokyo with terrifying reflexes, Hong Meiling could effortlessly catch Sakuya's point-blank, supersonic throwing knives even while completely, deeply asleep on her feet. A mere, clumsily tripping Flandre was absolutely nothing; with a lightning-fast hook of her long leg and a couple of acrobatic bounces off the door panel, she effortlessly, gently caught Flandre perfectly in her strong arms.
On the other side of the yard, Sakuya Izayoi also calmly released the time stop, securely holding the heavy bamboo basket Flandre had aggressively thrown, and elegantly handed it to Remilia, who had suddenly, terrifyingly appeared completely out of nowhere, arms crossed.
"Where exactly is my premium breakfast milk?"
Reaching out an elegant hand to rummage through the pristine basket, Remilia's pale face immediately darkened with pure rage. Exactly five completely empty glass bottles, with only a tiny, pathetic bit of white fresh milk left drying at the very bottom. It was completely, undeniably obvious someone had greedily stolen a massive drink. Based entirely on Flandre's incredibly exaggerated, terrible theatrical performance just now, the guilty result was crystal clear.
"Um... good morning, dear sister?"
Held awkwardly in Meiling's strong arms, Flandre gave an incredibly awkward but polite smile, nervously balled her small hand into a fist, tapped her own head lightly, and stuck out her tongue playfully.
"I highly accidentally completely finished it on the long walk here, ehe."
"Accidentally finished it? You mean to boldly tell me my 70-jin (35 kg) little sister biologically drank exactly 10 jin (5 liters) of heavy fresh milk without exploding?!"
Remilia gave a terrifying, freezing cold snort, stepped forward aggressively, violently pinched Flandre's chubby little cheek, and began to pull incredibly hard, stretching the skin.
"Do you have absolutely any idea what you've done?! This premium fresh milk was the absolute, exclusive material Sakuya painstakingly prepared for making fluffy small cakes and rich milk tea today! I was actually, generously planning to give you some when they were done, but now it's entirely gone! All completely gone! The absolute most useless, greedy pig at home aggressively messed up the most useful thing!"
The punishing force in Remilia's small hands kept aggressively increasing, exactly as if she violently wanted to physically wring her stinky little sister out like a wet towel to aggressively squeeze out every drop of the milk she had stolen.
"Wuu wuu wuu!" (Stinky sister, if you absolutely don't let go of my cheek right now, I'm going to get violently angry!)
"Taboo: Four of a Kind!"
The struggling Flandre in Hong Meiling's arms suddenly glowed blindly bright red. Exactly four identical Flandres violently broke free from the surprised guard's embrace and landed heavily on the dirt, looking at each other in horror as a terrifying sense of absolute familiarity welled up in their chaotic hearts.
"Oh no! How on earth is it still us three again?!" "Run! Whoever runs the absolute slowest today is the guilty Main Body!" "I'll aggressively go west, you aggressively go east! Absolutely everyone run separately! Whoever gets violently caught is just unlucky!"
The four screaming Flandres all bolted at the exact same time, dust flying. The tactical escape plan was well-discussed and mathematically fair, but... seeing absolutely all four identical Flandres aggressively running in the exact same direction toward the farm, Remilia shook her head completely speechlessly, sighing. Her stupid little sister was absolutely, completely beyond saving.
Handing the empty basket to Sakuya in defeat, she elegantly led the way walking toward the farm. Since the premium breakfast milk was entirely gone, she would just have to gracefully go to the farm to drink it freshly poured herself.
"Didn't we strictly agree to strategically run in different directions?! Why on earth are you all aggressively following me?!"
The terrified Main Body Flandre looked at the three sprinting clones directly beside her in absolute exasperation. How on earth was it magically these three specific, awful guys again?! Out of all the possible, helpful clones, these three were the absolute biggest, most malicious pitfalls. Every single day, they absolutely never logically thought about helping the Main Body work or bravely taking a hit for her; they only ever knew exactly how to creatively find ways to completely screw her over!
"To violently find Big Brother, of course! In this terrifying situation, absolutely only Big Brother can politically protect us from Sister's wrath! Main body, your little, selfish scheme is far too obvious—you maliciously want us to run away to take the beating, but that's absolutely impossible!"
The three clones ran aggressively faster and faster, completely ignoring physics, soon entirely leaving the panting Main Body behind in the dust. They were the absolute first to violently enter the farm shack door, and seeing Leo, Ran Yakumo, and the others peacefully eating breakfast, they immediately, desperately dove directly under the heavy wooden dining table to hide among the legs.
"Eh, what exactly are you gremlins doing down there? Aren't you coming out to eat? If you absolutely don't come out right now, Yuyuko is going to violently attack your untouched breakfast plates."
Leo looked down completely bewildered at the three Flandres aggressively crouching with their hands over their heads under the table. The heavy front door opened violently again, and the panting Main Body Flandre, who had tragically fallen behind, also ran in. Pulling back the long tablecloth, she panicked seeing there was absolutely no more physical room left under the dining table. After frantically circling the room a few times, she finally dove headfirst directly into Ran Yakumo's massive, fluffy tails to completely hide.
"Hehe, I logically bet the angry Remilia will be here very, very soon. Yuyuko, let's aggressively go eat our massive breakfast in our private room."
Although Yukari Yakumo's terrifying magic and Boundary abilities were completely, securely sealed by the Ofuda on her arm, her ancient, scheming brain absolutely hadn't turned stupid. With one single, experienced glance at the panicked vampires, she instantly guessed exactly what chaotic crime was going on.
Picking up her heavy rice bowl, she forcefully pulled Yuyuko directly back to their shared bedroom. Her current, humiliating child-like appearance was absolutely not suitable for showing up in front of the arrogant vampires, and she had maliciously, heavily tricked Remilia before in the past; it would be politically disastrous if she were discovered like this.
Well... back when the proud Remilia and the others first violently arrived in Gensokyo 500 years ago, they were maliciously fooled and manipulated by her into arrogantly trying to violently conquer Gensokyo, directly triggering the massive Scarlet Mist Incident. In the violent end, if Reimu hadn't aggressively acted early to stop it, Remilia would have actually had to face a terrifying, personal, physical beating from the undisputed Head Coach of Gensokyo, Yuuka Kazami.