Chapter 378: The Secret Beneath the Skirt  

Swoosh! 

Sakuya hugged the oversized Remilia pillow tightly, rubbing her adorable face against it for a long moment. Then— 

Whoosh! 

She swiftly stuffed the entire body-length pillow beneath her skirt. 

How, you ask? Don't bother. As a maid with mastery over time and space, creating a little extra "storage" space under her skirt was just another day in the life of Sakuya. 

Alexander, watching the peculiar scene unfold, couldn't help but laugh at her antics. 

At that moment, Sakuya turned as if to leave. However, Alexander, grinning mischievously, called out, 

"Wait a second. You're just going to leave after taking someone else's property? That's called stealing, you know." 

!! 

Sakuya froze mid-step, then spun around to face Alexander. Her expression was one of utter disbelief. 

"How is this possible? How are you unaffected by my time manipulation?" 

Sakuya was genuinely stunned. Her ability to freeze time was unparalleled. In Gensokyo, even amidst gods and demons, only a handful could resist it. Yet here was this seemingly ordinary man, standing unaffected. 

"Who are you?" she demanded. 

Eighteen gleaming knives materialized around her, hovering menacingly in the air. The blades pointed toward Alexander, ready to strike at any moment. 

For the first time, Alexander's playful demeanor turned serious.

"My control over time surpasses yours," he said confidently. "That's why you can't affect me." 

With a sharp 'snap', Alexander produced a pistol from thin air and pointed it directly at Sakuya. 

Bang! 

The gunshot rang out, and the bullet hurtled toward her at high speed. However, Sakuya, using her time acceleration, dodged effortlessly, a smug smile spreading across her face. 

"Is that the best you can do? A slow attack like that? Don't make me laugh." 

"Hit you?" Alexander raised an eyebrow, shrugging. "I don't need to. I just need to shoot." 

Sakuya blinked, confused by his cryptic words. Then she felt it—a disturbance behind her. 

The bullet she had dodged moments ago hung in mid-air, radiating an eerie energy. As the force spread outward, time itself warped and froze everything in its radius, including Sakuya. 

Her body locked in place, Sakuya's consciousness screamed in protest. How could this happen? Someone had just overpowered her time manipulation—a feat she'd never thought possible. 

When she regained awareness, Alexander was still standing calmly in front of her. 

But wait—her eyes widened. Alexander was holding something. 

That pillow! 

The Remilia pillow she had hidden beneath her skirt was now in his hands! 

Panicking, Sakuya reached down to check under her skirt. Her heart sank. 

It was gone. 

Which meant... 

"You rogue! How dare you do something so despicable!" Sakuya exclaimed, her voice quivering with indignation. 

"Rogue? Hardly. I just retrieved my own property," Alexander replied nonchalantly, his tone casual and unapologetic. 

His relaxed demeanor only fueled Sakuya's fury. She tried to summon her knives, intending to skewer Alexander on the spot. But her rage turned to horror as she realized— 

Her knives were gone too!

Alexander, unfazed by her shock, began pulling out a collection of random objects from seemingly nowhere, fiddling with them idly.

"Sakuya, I don't get it. Is your skirt some kind of Doraemon pocket? Why do you have everything stuffed in there? Look—throwing knives, spears, dinner plates—what even is this? A PG rocket launcher? And what's this? Soft… uh… cough, cough. That was an accident."

Alexander's face flushed as he stared at the assortment of bizarre items in his hands. Why do I always get myself into these situations?

"You!!! You actually…!!! That's it! I'm going to kill you! Then I'll use your blood to prepare dinner for the young mistress!"

Sakuya was livid. Never in her life had she been this humiliated. To make matters worse, the man before her somehow wielded time-manipulation abilities superior to her own.

Despite her rage, Alexander remained surprisingly calm. He even chuckled as he replied, "That might be a problem. Sure, I've got type B blood, but lately… I've been feeling a bit blue-blooded."

"Who are you?!" Sakuya demanded, her voice tinged with both anger and curiosity.

"I'm Alexander," he said, his tone casual yet confident. "And I'm someone who can help you return home."

For a moment, Sakuya's furious expression faltered. "Go back?" she repeated, her mind racing. The mention of returning to the Scarlet Devil Mansion made her momentarily forget the embarrassment of earlier. The thought of her young mistress awaiting her took precedence over everything else.

Of course, the events of the last few minutes weren't forgiven. Oh no. She'd written them all down in her mental notebook and planned to revisit them later—with interest.

Alexander noticed the shift in her demeanor and smirked. With a wave of his hand, the time freeze that enveloped the convention center lifted.

As the world resumed its flow, Alexander gently grabbed Sakuya by the arm and led her away.