Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Yeah, it looks much better."

"Gift, take it with you."

Maaya Hayami was the kind of child who didn't make a lot of noise. Some patients with the same symptoms usually become manic, shout, and even more or less aggressive.

This girl, however, was able to sit still quite well.

But no matter who the teacher was on the podium or what he said, she always kept her head down and stared blankly at Mori Yuesha in front of her.

……

After school, after sending Hayami Mare off, Mori Tsukisa and Yuno went to buy ingredients for dinner.

Since my wife moved in, Mori Yuesha's familiarity with the supermarket has been visibly decreasing every day. A while ago, she could still vaguely remember the specific locations of the meat and vegetable categories, but later, she could only remember the direction of the cash register.

——Later, she was dragged around the supermarket by Gastima Yuno like a dummy who had lost her soul.

Instead, the other party seemed to have absorbed the lost part of Mori Yuesha's soul. After quickly becoming familiar with the environment, he began to take charge and led the girl around with ease, taking care of her like a child who could not take care of herself.

Mori Tsukisa, a strong and independent new-age woman who came out of an orphanage, was raised by Gastima Yuno into a foodie in the name of family (husband?) in just one or two months, and she did not resist at all.

It seems that both of them are enjoying it.

“Carrot, carrot, carrot…”

Four or five rows of wooden counters are filled with the day's fresh vegetables.

There is also a small card with the price.

The price is hardly affordable.

After all, land in this area is extremely expensive, and all the shops that open there serve a certain type of people.

Price is not what they care about.

Of course, this is not what Mori Yuesha cares about.

Just as Yuno Agatsuma put a few cucumbers into the cart, a familiar figure appeared in Mori Yuesa's sight.

——A golden ponytail and a pair of black stockings under her skirt, which was rare.

The girl was lowering her head with a serious expression, holding a huge eggplant in her hand.

The whole person looks very depressed.

The shoppers around were all secretly glancing at the beautiful girl.

however…

The owner of the incident was still in a daze, completely unaware of what was happening.

Mori Yuesa looked around.

Oh, I didn’t see Sayuri…?

Did you come out by yourself?

She patted Gasatsuma Yuno and pointed at Eriri.

"Sawamura?"

"I don't know. I'll go over and say hello. If I don't call her, she'll be photographed soon."

Mori Yuesa took two or three steps over and snatched the eggplant from Eriri's hand.

"Hey! Miss Shiny, are you here to collect some information at the supermarket?"

Eh, eh?!

"Mori, Mori Yuesa!" Eriri stared in shock.

What's with that expression on your face, as if you've been caught?

"I...I was passing by...you were passing by too, hahaha."

Yeah, what a coincidence (???)...

Seeing the other party waving his hands incoherently, Mori Yuesha grinned and shook the eggplant in her hand: "Want to buy ingredients?"

"No!" Ying Lili denied decisively, "I was just passing by! I was just passing by! I was curious about this eggplant..."

After racking her brains, the girl came up with a reason: "Why is it... so purple...?"

Who are you asking...?

Eriri nodded, her expression revealing 'it's all the eggplant's fault', and said to Mori Tsukisa: "I was passing by the supermarket, so I went in to take a look. As a result, I found this eggplant... It was very purple, so I was curious and picked it up to have a look."

Gone.

"Have you finished explaining?" Mori Yuesha smiled.

Eriri was speechless.

Mori Yuesha moved closer to her, looked into her blue eyes that were as bright as cornflowers, and opened her thin lips slightly: "Let me guess, Miss Shining, are you here to buy food?"

"No, no!" Ying Lili lowered her head, and she didn't know when her cheeks were stained with a light layer of blush.

She secretly glanced at Mori Yuesa, then quickly lowered her head.

"Hey, what's there to hide?" Mori Yuesha was confident of winning, and the two of them got closer and closer. "It's so obvious, I can tell at a glance. Oh, Eriri has grown up!"

Sen Yuesha looked at the blond boy with some satisfaction, "I want to cook a meal for him personally..."

Now you understand, Eriri.

Ying Lili was visibly getting more and more nervous. She put her hands on her stomach and twisted them back and forth: "You know? Then, then you..."

"That guy, Tomoya Aki, can't tell whether he's good or bad, just cook him casually!"

Seeing the other person's strange look, Mori Yuesa picked out an eggplant and put it into her shopping cart.

"Come on, Miss Shiny."

Eriri: …(???)

Chapter 13 Masquerade

Although it is spring or summer, the fire here is burning brightly.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling window, there was a vast expanse of thick white snow.

The firewood crackles, the warm air blows and the carpet feels cozy. If you step on it barefoot, the soft warmth will begin to spread along the soles of your feet.

On the shiny lacquered wooden table, steam was coming out of the teapot's spout, and in the old-fashioned teacup, there was still some unfinished tea.

The snow outside is very thick, so thick that the world has become quiet. Under the night sky, the moonlight gently sprinkles on the treetops and flows down from the branches lightly, for fear of melting the quiet snow layer.

To step out of the world of steel and concrete, you just need to open a door.

The man hidden in the shadows waited quietly.

From time to time, there was a knock on the door, and masked men and women walked in quietly, bowed to him, and sat down quietly.

The chair back is very high, the armrests are carved with patterns, and the outside of the wooden body is covered with a thick layer of gold. At the highest point are two transparent crystals, one on the left and one on the right.

The round tables formed a circle, and when they were full, it reminded people of the round table meeting of the Eternal King in the mythology.

——Akane Minakawa’s mask is covered with dark pink hearts that are twisted and entangled together. The pattern that should have represented happiness and love looks a bit creepy.

She kept her lips tightly closed, wearing a mask that covered her face, and followed Prajna closely as she pushed the door open.

The eyes in the room kept scanning her.

"Newbie?"

The masked Prajna nodded, sat down, and introduced Akane Minakawa to everyone at the round table.

"She is 'Heart', my recommendation."

Akane Minakawa could only sit below Prajna - on a small chair that was not so grand and had a backrest that was not high enough.

Once the seats were full, the door would naturally not open again. Those who sat down began to whisper to each other. Although they were all wearing thick masks, it was obvious that those with more experience had a wider social circle.

"This is the masquerade."

Prajna turned slightly and whispered in Akane Minakawa's ear: "We hardly know each other's identities, unless the recommender and the recommended know each other's identities. So, don't ask me, I don't know them either."

"Also, remember, all speeches can only be made after the 'host' has spoken."

Organizer?

Prajna moved her hand under the table, with her fingertips pointing in a certain direction.

Akane Minakawa looked in the direction she was looking.

That's a man hiding in the shadows...

Human?

Unlike everyone else who came to the party, he was not wearing a thick mask. His entire face and body were covered by a layer of constantly distorting shadows.

Shadows, darkness, infection, fire, sewage...

Really...beautiful?

"You'd better not stare at the organizer."

The words in her ear suddenly woke up Akane Minakawa!

The woman broke out in a cold sweat and quickly lowered her head. The terrifying yet fascinating feeling continued to hammer at her fragile heart.

boom. boom. boom.

"You are the only newcomer here." There was a smile and teasing in Prajna's words. His fingers gently stroked the back of Akane Minakawa's hand, teasing the woman while chatting.

Slowly, the noisy sounds died down, as if a switch had been turned off.

A muffled sound passed through the table.

"The dance begins."

Akane Minakawa looked down at the table. She didn't know when thick fog had gathered in the room. It swirled inwards and spun on the table like a harmless small tornado.

The gramophone in the corner began to play strange and out-of-tune jazz music.

The participants around seemed to have gotten used to it.

"My efforts have been rewarded, and the Mist has responded."

Apart from a few gasps of surprise, Akane Minakawa noticed that more than half of the people seemed to have no reaction and were somewhat wary of the so-called 'fog'.

The fog was sucked into the center of the tornado in large pieces - there, a tiny transparent insect egg was motionless, and inside, the storm was dense.

"It is the eye of the Mist." The voice in the shadow said, "This time, your efforts will be rewarded greatly..."

"The mist...will reward its followers."

After that, the voices all spoke in unison:

"Praise Chaos."

The pious voices were very consistent, without any ups and downs, and accompanied by the ticking of the clock in the house, it seemed to take Akane Minakawa back to a certain medieval era. They were a cult preparing to hold a ceremony, and those people in armor were about to break in...

“Is there anyone willing to take over this time?”

After the interrogative sentence, the shadow paused: "Mr. Hujianshe?"

As soon as the words fell, Prajna in front of Akane Minakawa raised her head decisively: "I think Huojian Society is not suitable."

No one had any doubts.

Prajna said confidently: "This time we need not only strength, but also infiltration. We don't know the movements of the official ritualists now, and many of the baits we put out have been eaten."

"The failed operation of Huojianshe is enough to prove that he is not capable of completing your mission well."

This reason was very convincing. Even Huo Jianshe himself sat there without saying a word, as quiet as a sculpture.

"not to mention……"

The man with silver tongue skillfully threw all the responsibility for a certain incident onto Hiramashi. He kept talking about the pros and cons, and about himself and Akane Minakawa.

Then, the shadow spoke: "Is there anyone else who wants to accept this mission?"