Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The one who was born to replace Mr. Chenzhu.

Because of this feeling of admiration, the man is very dissatisfied with the "Mori Yuesha" that Tojo Aoi always talks about.

How can a girl who is still in high school understand the invisible wars that her daughter has experienced in the turbulent business world? Can she understand Miss Aoi who has to weigh every word and stay up all night for the project? The blisters caused by high heels when running around, the days when she vomited all night because of drinking...

She just likes Tojo Aoi's money and the power of the Tojo family, right?

With so many young talents chasing after her, why doesn't Miss Aoi...

The woman's clear voice shattered Mr. Shibasaki's thoughts like a knife.

"It's not what you think." She exhaled smoke, and the billowing thick smoke was dispersed by the second slightly lighter puff.

"It's not what you think..." Tojo Aoi murmured to herself, "I know this is ridiculous, but I have no other choice."

"Shibasaki, how do you show that you like someone?"

Shibasaki is approaching middle age. The view of middle-aged people on "love" is obviously different from that of Tojo Aoi. He frowned and did not dare to answer.

"No, it's not that middle-aged people have a different view of love than I do. It has nothing to do with age, Shibasaki."

Tojo Aoi raised the half-burned cigarette and watched with unblinking eyes as the crisp yellow tobacco leaves were rolled up by the red charcoal fire and roasted into charcoal black.

Thought of the past.

…………

……

——Once upon a time, I was with Mori Tsukisa.

At that time, the girl was the head of the orphanage. Even though she was adopted by a wealthy family, she would still be dressed in rags every day when she saw me. She would run towards me like a little lunatic, shouting, "Aoi! The cat guest is mean to me!"

"That's because you pulled their tails again." I couldn't help laughing.

At that time, Miko and Oishi were still not very sensible. When Alia was worried about the children's clothing and feeding, Mori Yuesa was already able to lead the little kids to help with the work quietly.

——One day, Miko fell in love with a rag doll.

It was a rag doll that looked like a little princess, as cute as Mori Yuesa; its hair was braided with twine and hung down on its face in clumps, and its eyes were brown; it was wearing a feathery white gauze skirt and a short crown on its head.

The doll is so cute.

Of course, it was in the window, and the label on the pendant was from some expensive and luxurious brand - a price that Mori Yuesha and Alia's orphanage could not afford.

'Just ask your adoptive parents for some...'

"No." Mori Yuesha refused immediately.

Every time she accompanied Mori Yuesha to pick up Miko, when they passed by the store, Miko would stick her eyes to the glass outside the window and look at the doll carefully, every time: Mori Yuesha once secretly told me that she had squeezed out a lot of money from her food and daily life, and would wait for a while and then secretly buy it for Miko.

I totally agree with this. Otherwise, what else can I do? Mori Yuesha doesn't want her money, nor does she want to take it from her adoptive parents.

So, every time we passed by, we would deliberately stay in front of the window for a while: I stood in the distance with my arms around Mori Yuesa, watching Miko staring at the rag doll in a daze with great joy.

What happened afterwards left a deep impression on me.

That day, Mori Yuesha came to me with a smirk on her face and said, "Hey, Aoi Meimei, I've saved enough money!"

She took me quietly to the store.

But found...

The price of dolls has increased.

Although in my view on money, this price increase would not make me hesitate for even a second - but for Mori Yuesha, it was another long period of thrift and anxious waiting.

She's been frugal enough, I think.

So, I asked Yuesha, who was staring at the window, "I'll buy one for Meiko."

The result was of course rejection.

Then... buy a cheaper one?

"No other choice. Meiko likes this..."

'She... wants it!'

Later, after school, Meiko saw the price of the doll had increased, and as she left, looking back every few steps, she gave me the same answer.

"I only like this, only this." Miko had the depression of a child who couldn't get what he loved, but under the influence of Mori Yuesha, she became free and bright like no other.

At that time, I didn't realize how unique Mori Tsukisa was.

Later, I saved money and left reluctantly; I saved money and left;

Leave…leave.

Until I had saved up enough small change again, I accompanied Yuesha and Meiko to the window.

The doll had already been bought.

Miko was silent for a long time that day, until Mori Yuesa started to act naughty and put Miko's homework book into a small pocket and tied it to the cat guest.

The children started chattering and chasing the cat around the yard again.

Miko started laughing again.

I didn't pay much attention to this matter. To be honest, I didn't even care much about Mori Yuesha at that time - until half a month later, when I accompanied Mori Yuesha to pick up the girl, she was dirty all over, her face was covered with mud and dust, and her pair of white and tender hands were scratched all over by sharp objects.

But she was very happy.

She held the doll in the window, even though it was already dirty and black, and it smelled unpleasant when she got close to it.

"A girl in my class bought it! I found out that day!" Meizi hugged the doll tightly, resting her chin on the crown, looking at me sadly and warily: "She got a new one today and threw this one away - you see, there is a small scratch on the shoulder from the nail, she said it doesn't look good anymore."

Mori Yuesha clapped her hands and congratulated me, but I asked unhappily: "Where did you pick it up?"

'It's a small garbage dump in the school.'

I angrily pulled Mori Yuesha over to me. Feeling ashamed, I yelled at her: "Did you see that? This kid actually went to the garbage dump to pick up things! Are we poor?"

Mori Yuesa disagreed. She thought, it was such a happy thing for Miko to get what she liked.

At that time, I was busy confronting my family and pursuing secrets. I was too lazy to argue with Mori Yuesa, a somewhat crazy girl, so I let her wash the doll, sprinkle perfume on it, and let Miko fall asleep in her arms as she wished.

——The doll has always been kept in Miko’s bedroom.

——No matter when it is noble and pure, or when it is lost in the disgusting garbage; no matter whether it is affordable or not; even Meiko doesn’t care how many "cheap" substitutes appear...

She looked at it from afar with warm and sincere eyes, full of anticipation.

Maybe love isn't that complicated.

That's what I think.

Just like what Miko did to that rag doll.

Love someone like that.

Like that…

Go to Ai Sen Yue Sha.

Tojo Aoi withdrew her thoughts and threw away the cigarette that had long been burned out.

Chapter12 Utility Knife

Imhotep acted quickly and directly on the matter of the abandoned shrine. Within two days, the high priest, who had adapted to modern life, proudly pulled Mori Yuesha out the door.

The owner of the shrine seems willing to talk, so before that, we need to talk to a lawyer first.

Since her lover and the witch were not there, Ansuna had no choice but to accompany Yuno Agatsuma to pick up Miko and Oishi from school. According to Yuno Agatsuma, "the people your master cares about the most are them."

As expected, Ansuna agreed immediately.

She wanted to know everything about Mori Yuesha, for her lover and for herself, so that they could become one of the first servants to arrive.

How can I not know enough about the master's intimate mortals in this world?

Speaking of the present life, Ansuna has another wish - she wants to learn how to drive.

"Driving?" Yuno Agatsuma glanced at Asuna's tight long legs, and the other party also straightened up under the girl's gaze: "No, it's not a problem of body shape, I mean, identity - Mori Yuesha is not able to solve your identity problem, how can you learn?"

Learn secretly and open secretly.

"Is this another bad idea of ​​that fairy?" Agatsuma Yuno has finally gotten to know Arrietty. That weird creature that sometimes makes people hate her always unexpectedly gets along with Mori Yuesa, such as robbery, stinginess, and collecting...

For example, giving bad advice.

"That's nothing. I think Arrietty's idea is great." Ansuna looked down at Yuno Agatsuma. "The witch is much nobler than the pharaoh. She doesn't even have a means of transportation. It's simply—"

"The 'noble' witch you mentioned is a creature that likes to pull a cat's tail, spit out tomato juice bit by bit, and pretend to be vomiting blood and injured?"

Ansuna thought about it strangely and felt that the witch could indeed do these things...

"It's up to you." Yuno Agatsuma raised her lips: "As long as she is happy."

After spending these days together day and night, Yuno Agatsuma has finally come to understand these servants: they are almost all 100% loyal to Mori Yuesa - except that they all have their own flaws, there is no problem with their loyalty.

For example, Arrietty is greedy, Ansuna is arrogant; for example, the man named Imhotep is a scheming green tea; and for example, Nagini...

Nagini.

Agatsuma Yuno gritted her teeth.

That woman is... so sharp that she's not human.

Two women, one big and one small, who looked like sisters, walked slowly to the school gate. They didn't see Oishi, but Miko inside the school gate looked a little depressed - there was a boy behind her who kept pulling her schoolbag, and as if he was not satisfied, he started to pull the girl's braids.

Under Ansuna's cold eyes, Miko was pulled by the boy's braids and fell down.

'Lululu! No mother and no father!'

'You're an ugly orphan who lives in the slums!'

The boy sang the compiled insulting song with laughter, and several good friends around him also sang along - three or two girls hid aside and whispered, staring at Meiko who was kneeling on the ground and laughing softly.

It's really ugly.

Ansuna showed no intention of helping. Yuno Agatsuma picked up a stone, turned it with the sharpest edge facing outward, and was about to step forward.

Then I saw Dashi rushing out angrily.

The child opened his mouth and yelled "Ahhhhh", and the schoolbag swung around with a whirring sound, getting heavier and heavier with each swing.

It hit the boy who pulled Miko's hair directly in the face.

There was a loud 'pop'!

Half of his face fell to the ground.

"Don't bully Meiko!" Oishi rolled up his sleeves and stepped on the boy's head. He pulled Meiko up with one hand and glared at the surroundings: "I will beat him! Beat him hard!"

Agatsuma Yuno threw the stone, walked closer and greeted Oishi. Looking at the little boy's delighted eyes, she squatted down gently and patted the boy who was lying on the ground and bullying Miko.

"You bullied my family..." Yuno Agatsuma pinched the boy's ear and lifted it up gently. As a ritualist, this action almost tore the boy's ear from his head: "I will come to play with you every day... every day... every night... I will sneak into your room... when you sleep, quietly cut your face... cut off your mother's head... put it on your father's desk... put roses on it... you will have an extra necklace... that is your father's eyeballs and teeth..."

What is scary is not the words, but the fact that Yuno Agatsuma is a sincere and excellent new-age girl who keeps her word.

Miko and Oishi didn't know what Agatsuma Yuno said, but when the girl with light pink hair stood up calmly again, the boy lying on the ground had already started to shiver, with tears and snot mixed with mud all over his face.

Embarrassing and disgusting.

Agatsuma Yuno gently helped Miko to braid her hair again and led the two little ones out of the school.

After coming out of the stationery store on the corner, the girl handed Miko a pair of newly bought stationery.

A... utility knife.

She took Meiko's hand, put the plastic knife into the girl's palm, and nonchalantly counted the passing cars: "Use it to protect yourself, Meiko, don't take it out easily."

"Slash their faces so that 20 or 30 years later, they can still remember how much harm their extremely stupid childhood brought to themselves and others."

"Make sure you swing your arms as hard as you can."

Oishi's eyes widened, as if he was meeting Agatsuma Yuno for the first time - this, this older sister who always had a gentle face, who often packed game cartridges for them, bought all kinds of toys, and could cook super delicious dishes...

How can you say such a thing...

Oishi looked at Miko worriedly.