Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The man and woman in the photo are still smiling and looking ahead as usual.

"Dad, you don't have to worry about helping me find my parents. It's funny, don't you know?"

Mori Yuesha playfully frowned at the photo, raised her palms, and whispered: "I'm not a human!"

"Is it amazing? I was also shocked when I first found out about it!"

"I took good care of Grandma Alia. Now, her biggest headache is those children."

"We moved to the big house, the big one that Dad left behind."

The girl muttered about daily trivialities, both troubled and happy.

It seemed that only at this moment could she freely speak out the secrets and hesitations in her heart - no need for explanation or guidance. Her voice permeated the slightly warm air, like a stream of cool spring water sprinkled on a stone tablet. Only here could her true self be expressed without any scruples.

The sun is slanting and the temperature is rising.

My wife Yuno is gradually beginning to enter a daze.

Mori Yuesa patted her shoulder gently.

Turning head, smiling brightly.

"Let's go." Mori Yuesha took the umbrella from Yuno and held it for her. "Thank you Yuno for coming with me today."

Agatsuma Yuno smiled, took her arm around Mori Yuesa's arm, and showed her true colors as a pendant again.

"Isn't it great? I can see a different side of Yuesa." Yuno's nimble fingers pinched Yuesa's arm, "Is Yuesa okay? Are you still sad?"

Mori Yuesa shook her head.

"I'll regret it." Mori Yuesa suddenly remembered something and looked at Agatsuma Yuno: "By the way, Yuno's parents..."

Agatsuma Yuno grinned: "Of course they are still 'missing'. I don't want to spend money to buy a cemetery for them and set up a tombstone. Donating it is better than this."

“Besides, after buying the cemetery, I will come to sweep the graves?” She lifted her light pink hair and inadvertently mixed it with Mori Yuesha’s black hair: “It’s impossible to sweep the graves.”

"It was a day of celebration for all."

Mori Yuesha smiled.

As for Yuno Agatsuma's 'missing' parents, she couldn't say much. After all, Yuno's past experiences far exceeded the pain of most people, and no one was qualified to persuade her.

"Let's not talk about them, Yuesha, what do you want to eat today?"

Oh, speaking of eating...

"Hey, my wife Yuno-san." Mori Yuesa turned her head solemnly, holding an umbrella.

"I have a very serious question that I would like to ask you."

Yuno blinked confusedly, "Oh, okay?"

Mori Yuesha frowned: "You say, if there is a girl who has gained weight recently..."

"But she's very sweet and kind..."

"So……"

"So can she have hot pot tonight?"

ヽ(?×??)ゞ

puff.

Agatsuma Yuno covered her mouth and gave Mori Yuesa a sweet look: "That depends on the breeder's mood."

Mori Yuesha raised her eyes timidly, bent her knees, and looked at the girl carefully from bottom to top: "So...how does the breeder feel today?"

Agatsuma Yuno raised her head and put on an arrogant expression: "Not so good."

Looking at the delicate girl under her, Yuno Agatsuma slowly adjusted her strange tone: "If~if there is a beloved~kiss, maybe, maybe she will consider it..."

Boo!

Like a little rocket, the girl quickly used her mouth to hit Yuno's face!

Hey hey hey...

"Hey, is this okay?" Mori Yuesa pouted and shook her pendant with her arm - the pendant hung on her in a more sticky posture, and her whole body was soft, as if she had no bones.

"Well……"

Subconsciously covering her dazed eyes, Yuno Gasai lowered her head and pursed her lips, gently stroking the cheek that had just been kissed with her fingers.

"Hot pot! Hot pot! Hot pot! Oh oh oh!"

"Hehe! Let's go! We're having hotpot today!"

The girl raised her hands and jumped down the slope, followed by a pink figure like cherry blossoms.

Chapter 25 Do you think you are humorous?

Akane Minakawa lifted her feet gracefully.

Komuro Yota knelt on the ground, using it as a footstool to support her supreme god.

Perhaps she really couldn't accept this style of painting, so Prajna sat far away with a cigarette in her mouth, hiding herself in the shadow of the corner.

Only grayish-white smoke was circling slowly like a snake, filling the small room.

"So, there are quite a few people?"

The man exhaled smoke and looked at Akane Minakawa with approval.

This woman really brought him a lot of surprises.

"More than thirty." Akane Minakawa pinched the other's ears with her toes. Yota Komuro immediately steadied his shoulders and handed the short-legged teacup on the table to Akane Minakawa.

"The host of the mist has been found. Do you need me to contact her now?" He took a sip of tea and handed it to Komuro Yota. While talking, Minakawa Akane played with the light hair beside her ears out of boredom: "It turns out that I still like the young people nowadays..."

Prajna made a "tsk" sound, and there was a hint of disdain in the teasing between her eyebrows: "More than thirty..."

"What else?" Akane Minakawa licked her bright red lips: "Let mortals feel the greatness of the mist..."

"I don't think you're just doing this for the fog."

The woman's action of playing with her hair made Prajna's earlobes itch, and he couldn't help but pinch his mask-shaped earrings.

Cold and sharp.

While the two were talking, the rustling sound of insects flapping their wings could be heard in the house.

"A beautiful voice... Get ready, Tao Xin." Prajna crushed the cigarette butt: "After the mist ritual is successful, I may be able to ask the organizer for a ritual object from you."

"This way, the infection from the mist won't be a big deal."

Although Hannya thought that Akane Minakawa didn't care about the so-called infection at all, she really enjoyed it.

The woman listened indifferently, her attention seemed to be entirely focused on her left foot.

Painted with red oil paint, she was scratching the hair of the boy kneeling at her feet.

Prajna curled her lips, stood up from her seat, picked up her suit jacket and put it on hastily.

Akane Minakawa suddenly spoke.

"Hayato Mare. That girl is always followed by another girl. Should we…"

Akane Minakawa narrowed her eyes: "She is currently practicing vocal music at my place."

Akane Minakawa faced the light, stretched out her slender arms, admired it over and over again, and then pointed her open palms at the ground below.

"Come." She hooked her finger at Komuro Yota, and her sharp nails scratched the young chin.

The boy raised his head and offered his neck willingly.

Click.

Akane Minakawa gently pinched Komuro Yota, and her slender and weak palms suddenly exerted force!

Visibly, the boy's face began to turn red and swollen, and his eyeballs bulged out.

Harder…harder.

Slowly, he began to urgently want to breathe, his face turned from red to purple, and his whole body struggled uncontrollably.

Those struggling sounds made Akane Minakawa feel a little disgusted.

"The Contactor has such a powerful power. How much interesting life have I missed..."

Seeing the woman muttering in a daze, Prajna frowned and walked back. Her sturdy fingers pinched Akane Minakawa's thumb and pried it open little by little, making a little breathing space for the boy who was about to suffocate.

Akane Minakawa glanced at Prajna nonchalantly, and as the other person's face became increasingly darker, she slightly opened her red lips.

"Oh, I hate you."

After a playful and sweet tone, his palm loosened.

Snapped.

Yota Komuro slumped on the carpet, breathing heavily, his eyes full of longing.

"You'd better restrain yourself." Prajna withdrew her hand, not very happy.

"Not all 'contactees' have your strength." He pointed at the corner of the woman's mouth - a few squirming white maggots were squirming out of her red lips.

Suck.

Akane Minakawa pursed her lips, rolled her tongue, and rolled a few maggots back into her mouth, her throat moving a few times.

As an origin-level ritualist, Prajna also had a period as a contact person. He could understand the changes in mentality that occurred after suddenly gaining extraordinary powers.

But this guy is getting more and more excessive.

"Take the task I assigned to you seriously and wait for the fog to fall. Tao Xin, you... better not mess it up." Prajna straightened the hem of her suit with a hidden pattern on it, and the warning she uttered from between her lips was breathy, like the hissing of a venomous snake.

"If the girl next to Hayami Maaya is troublesome, don't move for now."

"I don't want anything to go wrong before the ceremony begins."

"Don't forget, we volunteered to take this mission."

After saying a few words, Prajna hurriedly left the house.

Akane Minakawa ignored Prajna and looked at the departing figure, then turned her gaze back. She wrinkled her nose and sniffed the remaining smell of tobacco.

No, it was 'you' who volunteered to take it, not 'us'.

The woman fanned herself with her palms and looked at Komuro Yota with interest. At this moment, the boy was lying at her feet, looking up with a happy face, obsessed.

"Teacher Minagawa!" There were still marks of being strangled on his neck. "Please let me keep looking at you like this until the fog falls!"

At this moment, Yota Komuro was like a hound that had been hungry for five days. His facial features were slightly distorted, and his nose kept sniffing along Akane Minakawa's body. He gently stroked the few insects that fell in front of him with his fingers, and a long centipede crawled out of the gap and crawled onto his body along Yota Komuro's fingers.

"Cute little guy..." Yota Komuro picked it up and stuffed it into his mouth as if no one was around, with the other half still hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Am I really beautiful?"

Akane Minakawa grinned seductively, and two bristly insect legs grew in the corners of her eyes.

"Prettier than Mori Yuesa? I remember that Yang Tai-kun liked that girl named Mori Yuesa very much."

Komuro Yota's distorted expression began to become ferocious.

This sentence seemed to turn on his switch, causing the boy to shake his head violently in disgust. Immediately, he turned his greedy eyes to Akane Minakawa: "No, of course not. You are the god in my heart..."

"My Lord, my mother—"

"My destiny is sublime."

…………

"Hey, how's it going?"

Eriri poked her head in and leaned over to Mori Yuesha's ear, the girl exhaled the scent of peach. Mori Yuesha glanced behind her and sure enough, there was a bottle of soda of the same flavor on the table.

"How about what?"

The girl sat up, turned her head, and pushed Eriri's head away.

"Mr. Minagawa!" Eriri's eyes widened. "Aren't you so gentle, so considerate, so——"