Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"In any case, don't do anything dangerous, Mori Yuesha, Mori Yuesha?"

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang~

Paji.

An English exercise book hit the girl on the head.

Mori Yuesha covered her head and rolled her eyes at Yuno Agatsuma: "I know, I know, don't worry Yuno, am I the kind of person who does whatever he wants?"

Agatsuma Yuno: It’s you.

"I'll memorize it, don't worry." Mori Yuesha sat on the bed and moved around: "Besides, Yuno doesn't know what's going on over there, what if it's a sea?"

Agatsuma Yuno pointed at the mirror - Mori Yuesha's space card: "Can I put a yacht there?"

Mori Tsukisa: ...

No, let’s not use it…

Yuno, you can enjoy it more than me.

"Anyway, Yuno-san, please don't worry."

Mori Yuesha lay lazily on the bed, her slender thighs exposed, her tender white skin rubbing against each other gently, like a cat that had just woken up from a nap.

It's like a deep-sea siren that finally begins to seduce people after coming ashore.

"I will take care of myself."

Agatsuma Yuno glanced at her inconspicuously, turned her head and left her back.

"come back earlier."

"Ah."

"be careful."

"Ah."

"want…"

"Ah."

Think of me.

My wife Yuno gritted her teeth, remained silent, opened the door and walked out of the bedroom.

On the knife rack in the living room, there is still the Murasame sword that Mori Yuesa gave her.

Agatsuma Yuno is very worried about Mori Tsukisa.

No, she was not worried that the other party would have life problems - Mori Tsukisa's ability made Yuno feel more and more at ease as they fought together more and more.

Yuno even thought that Mori Yuesa must be hiding some secret that she didn't know about.

She was worried that this charming little lunatic would become more and more distant from human beings. Each trip might only last half an hour, but who knew how many days and things Mori Yuesha had experienced.

That indifferent and ethereal look made the already decayed Yuno Agatsuma feel a little creepy——

That is a state that is beyond the scope of human beings.

Without any emotion, indifferent and alienated. Will this state push me further away?

Agatsuma Yuno doesn't care about Mori Tsukisa's attitude towards the world, she only cares about Mori Tsukisa's attitude towards herself.

Morizuki yarn...Morizuki yarn...

pat, pat.

Light footsteps sounded behind him.

A pair of slender hands hugged Agatsuma Yuno from behind, and then the enchanting floral fragrance entered her nose.

Mori Yuesa's chin rested on Yuno's shoulder, the two of them leaned against each other, silent and quiet.

"Yuno?"

Mori Tsukisa's voice seemed to be mixed with the scent of sweet milk and mint leaves. She gently hugged Yuno Agatsuma and rubbed her forehead against her hair.

"I'll be back safely."

With her back to Mori Tsukisa, the girl couldn’t see Yuno’s expression. Hmm... she should be very worried about herself, right?

Pink and black hair were mixed together, and Mori Yuesha kept comforting her in her ear.

However, Agatsuma Yuno in front of her looked a little sad...

nothing.

whee…

As if something had succeeded, the girl stared straight at the wall...

The corners of his mouth stretched weirdly in an extremely exaggerated manner.

She felt the pressure from her back and picked up her hair that smelled like Mori Tsukishima.

Put it in your mouth.

Interlude Legends of Legends

Chapter 1 Egypt

In the first half of the 20th century, Cairo, Egypt, was filled with dust.

Camels tread on the dry land, raising dust and the sound of camel bells. Pedestrians wearing headscarves and white or blue sandals walk slowly through the streets.

The woman hidden in a black hood sat cautiously in front of the stall, with old cloth spread out into an irregular square, on which were placed many hand-woven trinkets.

The air was filled with the stench of some animal hair and feces. Some of the pedestrians walked quickly with frowns on their brows, while others walked leisurely. White people, black people, and yellow people were mixed in the dim sky.

If you look carefully, you can find out which ones are long-time residents and which ones are "outsiders" who have just arrived.

For example, those neatly dressed Americans, hugging their women or men, wandering around the market, stopping at the stalls from time to time, gesticulating, asking the prices curiously, and then buying a few generously to please their female companions.

For example, those noble ladies who frowned and fanned their hands in an attempt to disperse the sand that had penetrated into every pore; and those young ladies who covered their mouths and noses and insisted on looking around despite feeling uncomfortable.

These are foreigners who have just arrived.

Those who have lived here for a long time have long become indifferent to this. They let the yellow sand blow away and pass by with a stern face and no expression.

Nashem, who is in his forties, runs his family business - a small newsstand - as usual today. Having lived in this terrible city for decades, he has witnessed the decline and prosperity of Cairo.

After propping up the small tent above his head and setting up the wooden strips, Nashem spread out piles of thick newspapers that still smelled of ink on the wooden board. Then he sank into the chair, leaned against the cushion and closed his eyes to rest contentedly.

The sound of passing footsteps mixed with the rustling of gravel. The camels had copper bells hanging on their chins, and they brought with them a fishy and dry stench as they moved.

Damn the gringos, damn the war.

Crack, crack, crack.

The sound of boot soles rubbing against each other reached my ears.

"Hello?"

Nashem rubbed his eyes with his fat fingers, and in his impatient sight, a neat black outfit came into view.

The emerald green nails are long, pointed and shiny, forming a perfect arc at the top. It seems that the owner of these hands is very young and pays great attention to maintaining her attractive parts.

The smooth nail surface touched the newspaper, sliding across layers, and the pale fingers searched, finally stopping at a certain headline.

Looking up, the girl was wearing a round straw hat, with her black hair hanging down, brushing her small, velvety pink ears in the wind.

A pair of slightly drooping eyes were full of tenderness and whispers, and a small teardrop mole was dotted at the end of the eye. The face, which should have been soft and slightly cold, was instantly ignited by this charming chestnut color.

The sand blew and spread across the girl's face like the wind.

so gorgeous.

Nashem couldn't help but think of his wife when she was young - maybe not as beautiful as this girl, but the same kind of love and tenderness that she showed to him was just like when he first met her.

Which country's princess is this traveling from?

Nashim, who has been selling newspapers here for many years, has only recently seen more and more foreigners. And the one today is the most beautiful and youngest one of all time.

The girl held the brim of her hat with her left hand, and her casual words were still gentle.

"Hello?"

"Hello, miss." Nashem sat up with his belly bulging. He hesitated for two seconds, and finally stood up from the comfortable recliner, dusted off the sand on his body, and tried his best to act politely.

Normally, he would never do this.

"I want this one."

The girl's lowered eyes were occasionally covered by her curled eyelashes. Her clean and bright pupils and slightly flushed face made Nashem tell at a glance that this girl was definitely no more than eighteen years old.

However, is it possible for a girl who is not even 18 years old to develop so well?

Nashem lowered his eyes, and because the stall blocked his view, he could only see above the waist.

Oh…

She is already more developed than the woman in the pub on 17th Street who stunned everyone with her big breasts.

God of the Sun! What kind of excellent bloodline can create such an elegant and beautiful person who is also charming and enchanting?

If this girl had been born a thousand years ago, she would have been able to make Ramses willingly give up everything she had just by relying on her great arrogance that looked down on everyone.

As Nashem indulged in his own fantasy, the girl blinked and looked at him strangely.

"gentlemen?"

"Oh...oh!" Nashem nodded, his fat trembling on his face. He named a price, and after the girl handed it to him, he took it respectfully with both hands.

As for why he took it with both hands respectfully, Nashem himself had no idea. This girl gave him a particularly strange pressure.

It was just like the feeling half a year ago when I was arrested for fighting and those dark-skinned police officers were staring at me.

Sudden natural pressure.

The difference is that the latter experience pressure from violence, from batons and guns that cause pain.

The former, on the other hand, is a pair of clear eyes like lakes and seas.

"Please take it."

Nashem moved the rotten wood away, pulled out the topmost piece of newspaper and handed it to the girl.

The other party did not leave. Instead, he unfolded the newspaper and read silently in the sunlight under the small shed he had built.

Nashem had good eyesight and could see the page the girl was reading.

"The Far Eastern Tiger's Pounce!"

"The army from the east has landed on Masajima!"

"The Rising Sun Flag has been broken!"

"Cherry Blossom Transplantation Project, the Fall of the Main Island?"

"Oh, welcome to the great Far Easterners!"

As she watched, the girl's lips suddenly raised, which made Nashem, who was paying attention to all this, laugh. It was hard to imagine how attractive and noble this lady would be when she was twenty years old.

Nashem made small talk: "This is the latest one."

Working in this line of work, he gets exposed to the latest news every day, and when it comes to talking about war and state affairs, Nashem seems to be well-informed.

"In my opinion, that country is already very polite." Nashim said with disgust: "It is arrogance and bigotry that ruined them."

The golden sunlight gently floated on the girl's black hair. She listened to Nashem talking, and occasionally hummed softly as a response.

"The Far East... is such a mysterious country." Nashem sighed, "It only took half a year, and we are already entering the final battle of landing on the island."

"That's what they deserve." The girl suddenly replied, and her bright eyes made Nashem stunned.

"Yes, yes..." Nashim continued in a daze, "However, the civilians living on that island country are very pitiful..."

The girl's nonchalant eyes suddenly turned cold. She rolled the newspaper into strips. Nashem didn't understand the emotion in her tone.