Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

He stroked the fork in his hand and looked at his suffering wife in his arms.

"Treat my mother..." he murmured.

Later, the fairy got the man's arm and cured his mother's illness.

She firmly held the man, trying to save this relationship that died halfway.

But the man disagreed.

"Don't you love me anymore?" the fairy who didn't understand love asked anxiously.

'Because I love you.'

The one-armed man left the forest and never returned.

After finishing her speech, Mori Yuesha paused and said, "Aoi, do you know why he left?"

Aoi Tojo is aphasic.

Her burgundy nails, which she was so proud of and always delicate, had already been deeply pierced into her palms, and blood was oozing from her fists.

Mori Yuesa glanced at Tojo Aoi's hand, sighed, opened her hand, raised her hand, held it, and interlocked their fingers.

Tojo Aoi felt it - she felt the same blood and wounds on Mori Yuesa's hands.

The girl held two people's hands and raised them, five wine-red and five tender green, all stained with blood.

Mori Yuesha didn't care about the pain in her palms. She opened her mouth and told the second story.

"This might be a story that Aoi is familiar with... Well, a story about a princess and a soldier."

An ignorant soldier fell in love with the princess.

He made a bold confession, and the princess was surprised and delighted.

She said arrogantly: "If you can wait under my balcony for a hundred days and nights, then I will marry you."

The soldier agreed.

Ten days, twenty days, bitten by mosquitoes, exposed to wind and rain, thirsty and tired, and ridiculed by people.

He persevered.

The ninety-nine day, just one day left.

It’s been just a hundred days.

The soldier looked at the balcony and expressed his feelings loudly to the princess.

Then he left.

Mori Yuesha asked quietly, "Why did he leave?"

Tojo Aoi grinned with difficulty, her voice choking with sobs: "Your Majesty?"

Mori Yuesa stuck out her tongue and licked the blood on her hands.

"No, I think he might be bored. After all, men are always sages and devils at times."

"Maybe he just had a shot and entered sage mode?"

ヽ(??▽?)ノ

Under Tojo Aoi's complicated expression, Mori Yuesa stood up suddenly, knocked off her shiny high heels, and put them on.

She turned her back to Tojo Aoi, and her gentle voice was mixed with the silence of the night:

"You are as beautiful as the night tonight, Miss Tojo Aoi."

"But from that day on, I began to hate the night."

Tojo Aoi lowered her head with an inexplicable expression.

Mystery surged in the woman's heart.

This ability has helped her identify insincerity in too many words, and she is very familiar with the sudden feeling.

【lie】

Not far from the two of them, Ying Lili was leaning against a slanted tree with an expressionless face.

She listened to the whole thing quietly, and under the moonlight, a few bright green fireflies fell on her golden hair.

Chapter 22 Regrettable Things

Ah——it’s still so comfortable.

The warm water flowed across Sayuri's cheeks, rolling down and down again.

In the bathroom, the sound of running water was endless. Apart from the light from the headlamp, something seemed to be approaching outside the glass door.

The woman didn't notice.

At this moment, that figure was tiptoeing and opening the door.

The figure looked around with a cold face, and finally, his eyes locked on the source of the sound.

The other party seemed to be unaware of anything, with a thick layer of foam covering his head, eyes closed, humming a song, allowing the figure outside to approach him recklessly...

The person walked lightly to the blurry glass and held out his hand...

Knocked.

"Mother?"

…………

"Scared me!"

Sayuri, who was wiping her head with a towel, glared at her daughter in dissatisfaction: "Please stop knocking on the glass when I'm taking a shower!"

"As I get older, I have more and more things to do..." the girl muttered.

"What are you talking about? Who's older?!"

Ying Lili pouted, her eyes wandering, and she pointed the finger at her father angrily: "It's my father's fault! Who told him to do such a thing!"

She angrily told her mother what had just happened.

Compared to her father, Eriri is obviously closer to her mother, Sayuri. After all, there are so many things that mother and daughter can talk about.

The two walked into the bedroom, chatting about everything. The mother brought two glasses of juice, gave one to her daughter, put on her pajamas, and occupied her bed.

"You mean, Spencer asked you to invite Yuesha?" Sayuri Sawamura suddenly realized: "I thought so, that girl never attends this kind of party. Last time, I forced her to come by using the excuse that 'the book is selling well'..."

Sayuri pounded her palm and glanced at Eriri: "Is it right for you to eavesdrop on other people's conversations?"

"Then will you still listen?" Eriri knew her mother too well. She was second only to Mori Tsukisa in terms of being out of touch. "Forget it."

So, when Eriri was about to get up and leave, she was knocked down by her mother the next second.

"Ah... my daughter has grown up and can talk back to mom." Sayuri made an expression as if she was about to cry, rubbing her eyes and covering her face with her hands.

"My daughter is starting to dislike her mother..." The woman held her head and rubbed it against Eriri's neck, being too lively.

After a long while, there was no response.

She spread her fingers and peeked through them - Eriri was leaning against the head of the bed, hugging a pillow, looking down at her speechlessly.

"Ah... okay, okay, really, Eriri is becoming less and less cute now." Sayuri sat up straight and explored curiously: "Then... tell me quickly! What did you hear?"

That's it...

To Sayuri, what Eriri was mumbling sounded completely reasonable.

But, that guy Spencer...

"Your father is indeed wrong." Sayuri straightened her face: "I understand his actions. After all, it is the heir of the Tojo family who asked him to do this, and it is difficult to refuse. But he did not consider the feelings of Yuesha at all..."

"As expected, Yuesha is a..."

What is it?

Ying Lili said angrily: "Did mom know about this a long time ago? Why didn't she tell me!"

"Tell you? Didn't you say with certainty that Mori Yuesha is afraid of physical contact?"

The result is a girl full of Ji Li.

Eriri: ...

"Who could have seen such a thing?"

Listening to her daughter's rebuttal, Sayuri pointed at herself innocently: "Me. Speaking of which, this kind of thing is too easy to see."

"Could it be that I didn't make a vow to the witch before giving birth, so I gave birth to a talking Elizabeth melon?"

Elizabeth Eriri was furious. Her mother had known about this for a long time and had kept it from her for so long.

"Well, it's also to protect Yuesha's privacy. She definitely doesn't want others to know about this."

Sayuri touched her daughter's hair and said meaningfully, "I don't discriminate or hate it, but many people don't think so. Although it is an interesting orientation that makes people 'get better immediately' in comics, it is not so easy to accept in reality."

Eriri nodded, agreeing with her mother's statement.

"I suggest you not to mention this matter in front of Yuesha." Sayuri Sawamura stretched and said, "Hey, by the way, why has Eriri started to care about Mori Yuesha recently?"

Turning her head, Sayuri stared at her daughter in confusion. She seemed to discover that some things had gradually gone off track in their silent daily lives.

——No, although I say that, it’s not certain where the ‘right track’ is.

——Until the end, nothing can be concluded. Looking at that boy...

"Care?" Eriri's eyes flickered: "Because we are friends, doesn't mother like Mori Tsukisa very much?"

Like? I hope my like and your like are the same.

Sayuri approached Eriri and pointed at her phone with a smile: "How are you doing recently, Tomoya-kun?"

"You rarely mention him, could it be that... you have fallen in love with someone else?"

"Mom doesn't care. Don't worry about me. Sigh, my daughter is a sentimental girl who only gets excited for a short time..."

Eriri was immediately furious: "What do you mean by 'amorous woman'? I have nothing to do with that guy Tomoya!"

"Not childhood sweethearts..."

"No! Yes!" Eriri made an X with her arms. "That guy is so annoying, a fanatical otaku who talks to himself. I don't want him!"

Oh? You only denied Aki Tomoya?

Sayuri Sawamura shook her finger: "I still like that kid Tomoya very much. Next time, let him come as a guest?"

"Hmph, then Sayuri, just go and make an appointment with him yourself." Eriri jumped off the bed, grabbed her cell phone and was about to walk out the door.

The girl who had just stood up put her feet into slippers and suddenly.

Eh?

Is this my room?

"Sayuri!"

The blond hair was ready to pounce.

"Okay, okay~" The mother fastened the buttons of her pajamas and sat up slowly: "Eri is fine in any way, but there are some things that you don't understand, and the end result is that you will miss them."

"As for mom, I don't consider how hard you should work in high school or what level of university you should get into in the future."

Sayuri shrugged, "That's absolutely hopeless. I just hope that you'll be young and won't have the same regrets as your mother."

Pity?

Ying Lili's eyes narrowed, and she grinned, revealing her little canine teeth: "So, mom also has a part--"

She raised her index finger and thumb and pinched them: "There is a section..."

"Yes."

Sayuri looked at the ceiling with melancholy, as fragments of memories kept flashing through her mind.

The woman shook her head, smiled bitterly and said to herself: "If I had held on to my bottom line and prevented your father from succeeding."