"As expected of No.12's chosen host. It seems I underestimated you."
The moment they heard the voice, both vampires immediately felt annoyed.
Even without seeing him, his tone alone felt theatrical and fake — disgustingly so.
Remilia hated this kind of person the most.
And Flandre, despite her immature mind, instantly disliked him as well.
Remilia looked toward the source of the voice.
A slender middle-aged man in a suit stood there, his face sharp and sly like a fox, the type that made people instinctively uncomfortable.
Even more eye-catching were the two small girls behind him.
They wore simple denim-style reinforced combat suits, with inorganic Roman numerals printed on them — like prototypes of manufactured weapons.
Remilia glanced at their numbers.
No.2 and No.9.
If she remembered correctly, Avrora was No.12.
The Fourth Primogenitor had twelve familiars. That meant only three were here.
Tch. How stingy.
Remilia inwardly clicked her tongue, noting with mild disappointment how emotionless the two bases looked — completely different from the responsive and lively Avrora.
It made her curious.
Was it because of the hosts? Or was No.12 simply special?
Since Ren hadn't directly interfered in this matter yet, Remilia didn't know all the details.
Of course, this was intentional on Ren's part. Remilia had her pride. Even though she knew she wasn't among the strongest in this world, she still wanted to test her abilities for herself.
So Ren focused on developing the Primogenitor Bloodline Crystal while Remilia enjoyed the Blazing Banquet. If things went south, then he would step in.
Besides, normally the pet should fight first. Only if the pet loses should the owner come out.
"Who are you? The boss of these frongai?"
Remilia asked while kicking the unconscious vampire beside her toward the man.
Completely unfazed, the man walked closer and performed an exaggerated bow.
"Sorry to interrupt after you've had your warm-up. May I borrow a moment of your time? My name is Balthazar Zaharias. A pleasure to make your acquaintance."
His bright tone didn't match the cold, lifeless gleam in his eyes.
"Never heard of you. From where?"
Remilia said arrogantly as she nudged the unconscious body toward him.
"And these guys — you sent them, right? They're way too weak."
"I apologize for their rudeness earlier. As for myself, I'm merely an arms dealer. I deal in weapons. The two behind me are beast vassal of the Kaleid Blood, No.2 and No.9. If they fully release their beasts, either one alone could sink this entire island. Truly magnificent weapons, wouldn't you agree?"
He spoke proudly, clearly intoxicated by his own words.
Hearing this, Remilia couldn't help but laugh.
So this arms dealer wanted to acquire the weapon known as the Fourth Primogenitor?
Weapons. Weapons, huh.
To call a Primogenitor a weapon…
Then these vampires under him were just tools too.
How infuriating.
Vampire pride burned in her chest. Remilia wanted nothing more than to rip this man's head off and play soccer with it.
"What a great masterpiece, isn't it? As a vampire yourself, you should understand the beauty of it. Twelve such weapons exist, and when gathered, they form an even greater power — the mythical Fourth Primogenitor, whose strength rivals or surpasses the other three. Is there anything more wonderful?"
As he proclaimed loudly, Zaharias stared at the trembling Avrora hiding behind Flandre.
"Such a god-slaying weapon sleeping away would be a terrible waste. So let's not drag this out. As I said, I'm an arms dealer. I've come only to do business."
"You call it a god-slaying weapon. Are you sure you can control it?" Remilia sneered.
"Please rest assured. When it comes to controlling weapons, I consider myself unmatched. A god-slaying weapon is still a weapon."
"Tch. Your words are annoying."
The killing intent in Remilia's eyes deepened.
"Let's continue. I want you to hand over No.12. How about 20 billion?"
"Sure."
"How straightforward!"
Flandre and Avrora were instantly stunned.
Avrora went pale, thinking Remilia was actually selling her.
Then she saw Remilia's eyes — and instantly realized the truth.
Remilia would never throw away someone she had grown familiar with so easily.
And besides…
The Scarlet Devil Mansion had more money than they could ever spend.
Zaharias was ecstatic, already eager to seize Avrora.
But—
"Since you said weapons can be sold, then fine. I'll give you ten times the price. Hand over those two instead."
Blocking Zaharias' path, Remilia pointed at the two vassals behind him, expression cold, voice dripping with financial arrogance.
"Don't worry. For my Scarlet Devil Mansion, anything that can be solved with money is not a problem."
Zaharias froze completely.
Flandre let out a long sigh of relief.
Avrora stared at Remilia with tear-filled eyes.
Did she have to scare her that much…
Zaharias' expression darkened.
He sighed, disappointed, and the atmosphere grew heavier.
"That is truly unfortunate... very unfortunate indeed."
He turned around and waved his hand.
"Go. No.2, No.9. Try not to sink the island. The ceremony still needs to take place."
I actually wish you would sink the island. You'd be signing your death warrant.
Remilia grumbled inwardly.
She raised her hand toward his back—
But lowered it.
She had smelled vampire scent on him.
Can't kill him.
Realizing that, Remilia let her hand drop silently.
Before understanding how the other party turned into that state, it was better not to act recklessly.
Facing two of the Fourth Primogenitor's beast vassals, Remilia had no intention of doing anything uncertain.
By the way, although Flandre's power had stabilized for now, according to Ren, unless Flandre became a Primogenitor, she wouldn't be able to fully control her power anytime soon.
And once Flandre completely mastered her ability, her strength would increase even more absurdly than Remilia's.
This was also why Remilia rarely let Flandre fight.
It had taken great effort to stabilize her—there was no need to let her lose control again.
That out-of-control version of Flandre… she really didn't want to see it again.
A deafening boom erupted like a volcanic eruption. The two vassals before them released terrifying magic power.
It was enough to make the entire artificial island shake.
Next, two enormous figures gradually formed amid the overflowing magic.
They were the Fourth Primogenitor's familiars.
Even Remilia found herself holding her breath.
Then, excitement crawled over her skin.
Finally… an opponent that could make her fight seriously.
A smile spread across her face. Without hesitation—and under Flandre's stunned gaze—Remilia tossed aside her parasol and raised her right hand. Scarlet mist spread with her magic, covering the entire Itogami Island.
It was the same scarlet mist she once used in Gensokyo. Now, she no longer cared about the consequences and released it freely into this world.
"Let the old Scarlet Mist Incident be reenacted in this other world."
"But this time, I won't hold back."