Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Chapter70 The Birth of an Actor

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned into another street while sending a message.

Mori Yuesha would reply from time to time.

【Little cutie: Senior sister, please be safe on the road. 】

【Little cutie: It’s too late. 】

pat.

Kasumigaoka Utaha smiled secretly. She really cared about what happened before. After all, the other party saved her from those disgusting insects.

Hot and cold chains, ground shaking like water—

Super powers, that's really interesting.

Mori Yuesha, more interesting.

Watching him touch me carefully, holding me up, as if he was about to open his hands, yet he was so terrified...

She is obviously more beautiful.

Tsk.

So cute.

Without any guilt about flirting, Kasumigaoka Utaha was very curious about Morizuki Sa. What's more, the editor today praised her a lot.

Thanks to Mori Yuesha.

How can I thank you?

The silver street lights in the curved alley flickered, and when Kasumigaoka Utaha wasn't paying attention, the ashes not far away were blown away by the wind.

A long women's backpack was left in the corner.

The girl paused.

This is…

Whose bag is this?

As if something was attracting her, the girl, who rarely meddles in other people's business, stopped where she was, lowered her head, and stared at the black leather bag.

Intuition roars a warning in the brain.

leave--

leave here.

Don't meddle in other people's business!

Can…

Another self seemed to be screaming and tearing his hair, and endless and repetitive words drilled into his eyeballs!

Pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up pick it up!

Open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it open it!

Kasumigaoka Utaha blinked, the smart girl seemed to have noticed something.

This feeling... is a bit like that day.

Mysteries ...

Superpowers…

Finally, the girl bent down.

Picked up the purse.

It was burning hot to the touch, and the heat flowed directly into her body through the palm of her hand.

In an instant, Kasumigaoka Utaha was filled with excitement and enthusiasm.

Calling me, it's calling me.

Hiss——la.

After opening the zipper of the purse, only the contents of the compartment were left, except for a few small banknotes.

A mask.

White background with red pattern.

Several peach hearts were painted on the mask in an upside-down and disordered manner.

All the heat radiated from the mask. This inanimate object seemed to be howling anxiously, asking someone to take it and open the destined door.

mask…

Kasumigaoka Utaha pinched the chin of the mask with a dull look in her eyes and slowly, slowly moved it towards her face.

Wear it well.

There is no difference in vision.

The only thing seems to be a door...

Different from the color of the world, the entire door panel is carved with bright blue patterns.

Flow slowly.

In the field of vision that is invisible to the naked eye, flashing black and red dots of light swarmed towards the girl's brows and rushed in.

On a summer night, Kasumigaoka Utaha shivered.

The mask fit weightlessly on his face, revealing two small ears and fluttering black hair, picking up the sound of footsteps approaching quietly.

It was the sound of a man's footsteps.

Heavy breathing, hard soles, and malicious gazes.

Utaha Kasumigaoka realized that she seemed to have accidentally fallen into a trap that she shouldn't have stepped into.

The hunter did not expect that the prey, which was supposed to be a reindeer, had unknowingly changed to a fox.

"Akane Minakawa."

The person's smooth voice was like a greasy liquid passing through the throat, and the tiny bubble tail sound lingered in Kasumigaoka Utaha's cochlea.

The girl shuddered.

"Minagawa...Akane."

The calling voice was getting closer and closer, and as the footsteps paused, a pair of hands wearing black leather gloves touched the girl's left shoulder.

The man spoke with a firm and mocking tone: "Have you decided?"

How should I answer?

Mr. Minagawa, so this is your mask?

Kasumigaoka Utaha turned her back and didn't dare to turn her head.

His eyes scanned her back with malicious intent, as if he was standing high above a pit, looking at the helpless prey that had fallen into a trap.

"Your identity has been exposed."

"The official association of all secret ritualists."

"Everyone knows your identity."

The man patted Kasumigaoka Utaha's shoulder generously, put down his hand, and paced behind her.

"You have no choice." The man sighed and lowered his voice hypocritically: "Prajna does not have enough strength and wisdom."

"So he's dead."

"Do you want to die with him?"

——No, I want to go home and revise my novel.

—I’m about to become a real novelist, and I don’t want to die at the hands of you, the weirdo with gloves this summer.

——Also, Mr. Minagawa, what did you do?

- Do leather products trigger your XP in particular?

Ugh.

The face under the mask curled its lips slightly, and the woman snorted barely perceptible.

It's a promise.

"Very good." The man's tone was pleasant and a little bit smiling: "You have been transformed by the mist, and are more suitable for containing chaos than ordinary "contactees."

"Come to my side, I will intercede for you."

"Since Prajna is already dead, the organizer won't make it too difficult for you."

"How about it?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha knew that if she didn't speak up, she would have to suffer a setback.

She tried to cough twice and mumbled vaguely: "You said——"

"you?"

The other party twisted his tongue, caught the small loophole of Kasumigaoka Utaha, and there was some dissatisfaction in his words.

"When we first met, please call me Huo Jianshe."

"The second time, it became Mr. Hiramana."

"Before the ceremony, it was 'Dear Society Master'."

"Now, 'you'?"

"Xia, you are indeed a heartless woman."

Kasumigaoka Utaha felt nauseous.

What kind of role did I play...

However, what this man called Hujiansha made Kasumigaoka Utaha feel moved.

If Akane Minakawa was the instigator of the last fog incident, then the dead 'Hannya' mentioned by Hiramashi was her superior.

And this Higansha is the one who fought side by side with Mr. Minagawa...

'Close' friends under another kind of friendship?

Are they actually an organization?

"Akane?"

The man's gentle and smooth voice appeared in Kasumigaoka Utaha's ears again.

cough.

The girl turned her back to him: "I agree."

She frantically recalled Akane Minakawa's tone and habits, hoping that the man would not discover them.

It turns out that one night of intimacy is not enough for this leather lover to remember all the details of Akane Minakawa. In other words, if a man wants to remember a woman who had sex with him just by listening to her voice, the prerequisite is that this woman can shout a lot in certain special circumstances.

"You dyed your hair, that's good, you're on guard."

The scattered black hair was blown by the wind at the man's praise, and the woman nodded imperceptibly.

Instead, I got praised.

Kasumigaoka Utaha muttered in disdain in her heart.

Mori Tsuki's yarn wouldn't be that big (really?)

Oh, what should I do...

I'm not very good at acting.