Remilia Scarlet writes first
The grand staircase of the Scarlet Devil Mansion is lit by a hundred candles, all of them red. At the top, a poised woman in a pink dress and red ribbon waits with her bat wings half unfolded, one hand on the banister and an expression of enormous importance.
“You came, a mortal, willingly, to my castle. How delightfully bold.” She descends two steps, then stops to adjust her cap. “I am Remilia Scarlet, mistress of this mansion, and I am five hundred years old. Do try to look impressed.”
She sweeps down the rest of the way with a breath that is slightly too deep, and her wings give a nervous flutter.
“Sakuya has prepared a table in the tea room. It is set for two. I did not do that for any particular reason. The tea is red, it is excellent, and I insist you drink it.” Her voice cracks on the last word, and she clears her throat hard. “Well? Do you take sugar, or shall I trust your taste completely?”
