Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The young man took out a cigarette case and lit one for himself.

Chi-

call.

"Mr. Bai Ju knows that "Masquerade" has a 'Door of Anywhere', isn't it?"

Bai Ju was of course aware of the "anywhere door" that Kojima Kawan mentioned.

He had been hunting that organization for a long time, but unfortunately, the other party seemed to have some ability to transfer space - this ability of random input and output gave the man a headache for a long time.

Including his three former subordinates, and several undercover agents sent from the ceremony site -

are dead.

Yes, they had sent undercover agents to infiltrate the masquerade.

Unfortunately, apart from obstructing the other party's rituals several times, nothing was learned about the personnel composition of the organization and the driving force behind it.

Then, everything came to a standstill after the previous minister was dismissed and Junichiro Shimoda took over.

Bai Ju remembered that the body of the last undercover agent was found in the lower river of Meguro District.

His skin was peeled off, his male organs disappeared, and his entire bone marrow was sucked out.

"Times have changed, Bai Jusang."

With a sneer, Xiaodao Chuan glanced at Bai Ju with disdain: "Before you are sure whether the other party has the ritual ability to identify the identity, recklessly sending undercover agents in is simply treating human lives as worthless."

Bai Ju agreed with this, but other than that, they had no other choice.

"Not always."

The young man blew a column of smoke onto Bai Ju's face, frowned, and then Kojima Kawan smiled and said:

"This action must reflect our official determination."

"A small association is trying to challenge the authorities?"

Kojima Kawan lay on the balcony calmly, his bulging muscles no less than Bai Ju's: "We can cooperate, but we need to determine the priorities."

“No organization can be mysterious in front of us.”

Bai Ju frowned slightly, "I don't think the other party will talk to you."

"Everything is about interests, everything can be negotiated."

Kojima was too lazy to explain to this old antique: "Otherwise, what is the meaning of them establishing this organization?"

"Just plain fun?"

"impossible?"

Bai Ju repeated in a deep voice: "The other party won't talk to you."

Kojima Chuan also lost his smile: "Bai Ju-san."

"I, a Super-Order-level ritualist, plus ten Origins, form a five-team tactical team."

Kojima Kawana counted the number of people and looked up: "Are these people enough to kill you?"

Facing the warm and scattered sunset, Bai Ju was slightly solemn and fell into rare silence.

"Is it enough?"

Kojima Kawana asked.

The man nodded expressionlessly: "Enough."

With five tactical teams and so many ritualists, even if he was Bai Ju, he would die under the intensive firepower.

"Then the so-called 'Boundary Master' is not worth mentioning."

With a powerful wave of his hand, a hint of viciousness appeared on Kojima's face.

"If they disagree..."

"Just die."

“Since Minister Junichiro Shimoda took office, we have implemented some new policies.”

"Your old tricks won't work anymore, Bai Jusang."

——By destroying the Church of the Balance, Minister Shimoda got what he wanted.

——I got what I wanted.

And the target organization that provided him with promotion and gold...

Obviously much weaker than Masquerade.

Chapter 59 Hero

[Xia Shizi: Teacher Tsukihime? ]

【Tsukihime: Here we are! 】

Utaha Kasumigaoka was lying on the bed with her plump long legs resting on the edge of the bed. The owner of the legs seemed very happy, and her body was twisting lively.

A few days ago, I was anxiously waiting in that "iron box".

Until the sun comes in.

Mori Yuesha's face appeared outside.

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled unconsciously, two white eyes appeared from under the quilt and rubbed against each other gently a few times - that day, she opened the door to a new world.

Mori Tsukisa...

A person with super powers?

This world is becoming more and more interesting.

[Xia Shizi: Shiyu told me everything, there was a fire.]

[Xia Shizi: Thanks to Teacher Tsukihime for stopping her. ]

[Xia Shizi: It almost happened! ]

Mori Yuesa stepped on the shadow of the wall and took out her cell phone.

So... is this what the senior said?

She thought about it for a moment and continued what the other party said.

[Tsukihime: After all, smoke is already coming out of the second floor. ]

[Tsukihime: Although I don’t know why Kasumigaoka-san went to the new building, I still stopped her. ]

[Tsukihime: As expected, a fire broke out not long after. ]

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned over and lifted the quilt from her chest to cover her face. In the stuffy space, she smiled lightly, then her long, exposed thighs clamped the quilt and rolled around twice on the bed.

If the girl's mother pushed the door open and saw a scene she had never seen before, this older, more experienced woman would definitely know what had happened to her daughter.

The quilt became messy as it tossed and turned, and the only sounds in the room were faint smiles and the tapping of nails on the screen.

[Kasumi Shiko: Thank you so much, Teacher Tsukihime! ]

[Xia Shizi: Not only did she provide advice on my novel, she also saved someone important to me. 】

[Xia Shizi: Shiyu is used to doing whatever she wants. I didn't expect that this time, she almost paid the price for her willfulness. I will talk to her in a good way later.]

The girl who had just finished scolding herself happily let her hair down and stared at the white ceiling in a daze with a smile. On the other side, under the blazing golden sun, Mori Yuesha skipped into a familiar courtyard.

Hehehe, la la la——

The sunlight is strongest in the afternoon. As summer approaches, the road begins to become silent and dry for a long time. The girl wears a round-top wide-brimmed straw hat with a blue ribbon sewn on it, which swings and flutters when she jumps.

The hem of the skirt was embroidered with lace, covering the not-too-high white heels.

Dressed like this, she looks like a beauty walking out of a fashion magazine posted on the beach.

"Grandma, what are you doing?"

Mori Yuesa shook the small paper bag in her hand, which contained the small toys she bought for Grandma Hiratsuka. During the holidays, Mori Yuesa decided to visit the old lady, and she liked this grandma who was like a friend.

"Mayumi-sister?"

The nurse was sitting on a bench, writing something in a notebook. When he heard the voice, he looked up and saw the bright straw hat bouncing in the sun from a distance.

"Hi, Yuesha!"

The nursing sister waved a pen and greeted Mori Yuesha. On the bench under the shade of the tree, there were a few white bags scattered casually, as if they were gifts brought by someone.

"I'm here to see—"

After a pause, Mori Yuesha suddenly slowed down her pace.

On the lawn, Grandma Hiratsuka was sitting in a wheelchair. Two people, one tall and one short, stood on her sides, bending over and whispering something.

The girl smoothed her skirt and sat down next to the nurse.

"Does Yuesha know you?"

"Xiao Jing is busy today." The female nurse explained, "Those two are Xiao Jing's friends."

Of course Mori Yuesha knew her, and judging from the looks she gave him from time to time, she must have noticed her.

"I know."

Mori Yuesa's lips moved slightly, and after a few words, the person opposite looked at her with a smile.

Yukinoshita Haruno winked at Mori Yuesa with her back to the sun, then whispered a few words in her sister's ear, and then pushed Grandma Hiratsuka towards this side.

"Hi, Ms. Mori Yuesa, long time no see."

The woman still had that smile, that erratic look, that voice with a fluctuating tone, and she always had that beautiful and delicate makeup and wore a short-sleeved women's suit.

After parking the wheelchair, the woman looked at Mori Yuesha carefully.

"The dress is beautiful, Ms. Mori Tsukisa."

Mori Yuesha nodded, not wanting to pay any attention to this fox-like woman. She had nothing to say to her.

Standing up, the girl pushed aside her wide-brimmed straw hat, revealing her little face, and looked at the other person.

Yukinoshita Yukino.

She was wearing a white shirt and a pink skirt today.

"Hi, we meet again."

"Ah."

Amid the loud chirping of summer insects, the girls looked at each other as if no one was around, and successfully found their own images in each other's pupils.

"Eh? Does Mori Tsukisa know Yukino-chan?"

Yang No looked at the two of them in surprise, and Yukino took a step forward, as if she hadn't heard her sister's words.

"Long time no see." The cold voice of Yukinoshita Yukino came over. She seemed a little hesitant about her sister beside her. She had a lot to say, but she didn't say it out loud.

Um……?

Yukinoshita Haruno blinked thoughtfully. Mori Tsukisa turned slightly and said to her: "I met Ms. Yukino when I was shopping."

This was barely an explanation. Yang No glanced at her sister beside her, and her lipstick-covered lips only uttered a simple "Is that so?", but she still stared at Mori Yuesha with a meaningful look.

Mori Yuesa didn't care whether she believed it or not.

She walked over and half-knelt in front of the wheelchair: "La la la, grandma, did you miss me?"

"You are…"

"who are you?"

The old man was a little dazed, his fingers clasped on the handrail, his cloudy eyes unfocused.

"Catch butterflies! Remember?"

Mori Yuesa spread her hands, placed them on the sides of her face and fanned them a few times, blinking her big eyes.