After that, the crowd dispersed.
Flan got back to celebrating with Remilia while the other maids did their jobs.
Remilia threw the party to announce the return of Flan anyway.
She was dangerous and locked up because she killed many maids in her sprees of losing control over her powers.
To pacify the fear of every servant, she hosted this party so they could see how normal Flandre acted now.
Sakuya also invited people and guests familiar with Flan to join the party. After that, the two sisters chatted up a storm in their rooms.
Remilia wanted more dirt on Wu Yan.
Surely, she would know how they met and share more details on the pact of life and death.
Remilia will find out very soon that this was a mistake.
The system had a full disclosure type of memory input into the summons.
Remilia could get the information.
However, she had trouble extracting that information from Flan who couldn’t handle plex questions.
Flan answered how they met simply.
“Flan met Onii-chan!”
When asked if Wu Yan is a meanie, she answered thusly.
“Onii-chan isn’t a meanie, Onee-chan is the meanie!”
Remilia almost lost her cool multiple times.
Akuma and Patchouli returned to the library.
Patchouli isn’t a servant or guest at the mansion. She is Remilia’s confidant.
Patchouli could be said to be the second-in-mand.
Naturally, this meant she had a lot of free time as she didn’t need to do any jobs.
Patchouli spent her days reading in the library. Akuma is her servant, taking care of the library and Patchouli.
Wu Yan also visited her library with Patchouli in tow.
The library was close to Flan’s basement room.
The library was easily the size of 4 football stadiums. There are many book racks that dozens of meters in height.
Littered on the floor are stacks of books that are chaotically placed as if a ritual of offering to the god of chaos and disorder.
Wu Yan gasped upon this sight.
“J-Just how many books are here?”
Millions? Tens of millions?
It is astounding that one person accumulated so many books.
Wu Yan can feel magic rippling from the books.
Grimoires?
And there are easily thousands upon thousands of these grimoires here.
Isn’t this just another index of magic?
Wu Yan got excited at this prospect.
“Hey, Mu-kyuu.”
Wu Yan asked her.
“Can I browse your books?”
“I am Patchouli!”
Ignoring how Wu Yan knew her verbal tic, she furrowed her brows.
“How do you know the books here are magic grimoires?”
“Are you kidding me?”
Wu Yan rolled his eyes.
“It is faint but I can sense magic from these books.”
“Yeah, they’re not so obvious normal mages can sense.”
“Okay, now, about the books, may I see them?”
Wu Yan’s eyes lit up.
“I am gonna open them anyway.”
Patchouli wanted to turn him down.
Her books are her prized collections, not something Wu Yan and other strangers can touch willy-nilly.
Patchouli saw the same researcher’s soul in his eyes.
It is the eyes of those who seek greater mastery over knowledge rather than covet knowledge like selfish witches.
Patchouli asked.
“Are you an adept mage?”
“Adept?”
Wu Yan replied.
“I am not an expert but I do have 130,000 grimoires in my mind.”
“130,000?!”
Isn’t that almost the same as her?
Akuma and patchouli gasped.
This guy is a researcher on par with her.
As the owner of one of the largest libraries in Gensokyo, how can Patchouli not be amazed?
Grimoires are like magic tools.
Engraved in them are circuits, formations, and other rituals that allow learned people to use magic.
Some of them are in Latin, cursive, and even extinct languages.
To study grimoires is to dedicate oneself to constant learning and blockage.
Wu Yan can read these books because he had the basic foundation of 130,000 grimoires.
Even better yet, the books here were mostly unknown to him. It wasn’t in his grimoire repertoire.
Wu Yan continued browsing the books.
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