The Self-cultivation of the Passerby Male Protagonist

Reimu's words instantly lowered the air to the bottom of the ice, and Wu Ye first looked left and right to see if there were any gaps, and then answered:

"...there is a lot of difference in strength and weakness, but in terms of peeping effect, it should be about the same."

"Okay, I get it."

Nodding to show that he understood, Reimu continued to ask:

"And then? What happened?"

"It's just that a bunch of flowers that shouldn't be there suddenly appear in a room, and they are in every season."

"Flowers."

Hearing this, Reimu frowned:

"Speaking of which, there are a lot of tweeds in Gensokyo recently."

"Is it Gensokyo too?"

Wu also said in surprise, this fact seems to prove that he is one step closer to his speculation:

"When did this start?"

"Recently."

Reimu tried to recall and said:

"When I went out to buy tea, I found that there were a lot of flowers blooming around. Although it is beautiful, the smell is too strong and it is a bit unbearable."

"Is this a mutation?"

"Not counting."

Lingmeng replied unwillingly:

"Even if I don't solve it."

"...Hey, Miko."

"Whispering, don't try to preach to me, Wu Ye."

As Lingmeng said, she turned her face away and refused to show any affection. This time, it seemed that she had made up her mind not to solve the accident:

"It's okay to leave these flowers alone. Anyway, I haven't heard that anyone will be smothered to death by the fragrance of flowers."

"Too irresponsible, aren't you?"

"It's so noisy, I'm a witch, I said it's not a mutation or it's not a mutation."

"Okay, that's it."

Wu also surrendered, and no one could stop Lingmeng when she became overbearing. Anyway, since the damage of the mutation is almost zero as she said, it is not a big problem whether it can be solved or not.

"That's right, Reimu."

Now that he decided to ignore the mutation, Wu also planned to deal with the outside world seriously.

"Do you know a god of death?"

"what--?"

Exaggeratedly dragging the end, Reimu glared at Takeya angrily and said:

"Hey, I just said that I won't solve the mutation. Why are you cursing me like this? Have you forgotten the kindness I gave you to eat and drink at the shrine?"

"...Let's not talk about who is maintaining the shrine's finances now, I can't curse you."

Depressed and funny at the same time, Wu Ye calmed down his inexplicable mood and said:

"I want to know something about the Death Scythe, so I want to ask if you know it."

"Uh, that's it."

She froze for a moment, but Lingmeng didn't feel guilty about misunderstanding others, and her moral integrity was gone forever.

"Reaper and my work are too far away, and they are basically invisible in normal times, and they seem to have a division of labor."

"Division of labor?"

"Well, some gods of death are in charge of managing the souls of dead monsters, and some are in charge of human souls. I know a few who are in charge of monsters, but they don't usually go to work, so I guess they won't find anyone there."

"Eh, why?"

"Because no monster died."

Reimu said in an envious tone:

"The god of death who manages the souls of monsters is basically in a state of nothing to do when no monsters die. The key is that if there is no war, very few monsters will die in peacetime."

"...It seems to make sense."

Monsters are basically long-lived. Rather, there are no short-lived monsters. If it is not an accidental death, the god of death in charge of monster souls in Gensokyo seems to be the same as not working.

"So, is it impossible to find the god of death?"

"It's not that impossible."

Reimu frowned, as if trying to remember something: