Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"That happened many years ago. When my father's father was still alive, the branch took away all the wealth of the Miyamizu family and bought a piece of land in Tokyo." At this point, Miyamizu Ichiha picked up the teacup and blew gently, "Huh..."

"The last generation of 'shrine maidens' married off to that nosy country, and her father may have felt guilty. Before he died, he left his huge fortune to his daughter and gave the shrine to the Miyamizu family. It was a way of atonement for his past actions."

"Well..." The old man stared at the light green tea in a daze: "...what's so good about that country?"

Mori Yuesa heard the girl beside her named Mitsuha Miyamizu mutter something.

"There's nothing good about being a miko."

The old man sipped the tea as if he didn't hear anything. The aroma of tea lingered on the light that passed through the flying dust. In the quiet world, several people knelt on the tatami and listened leisurely to an old man telling stories about the past.

My thoughts were soothed and yet pulled far away.

"…Since then, that person has never returned. Living in such a faraway country, speaking a language different from ours. I guess…" The old man chuckled: "I guess he has long forgotten the 'shrine maiden'. The branch has disappeared from the Miyamizu family since then."

"If you want."

Grandma put down her teacup, supported her knees with her hands, and her bright eyes searched the faces of the four people - she looked at Imorton, then at Mori Yuesha, and seemed unsure.

"You two are..." Miyamizu Kazuha paused, picked up his glasses from the table and put them on, then turned to Mori Yuesha: "No, you should have the final say, little girl."

Mori Yuesha was laughing, but her magic power suddenly surged, and in an instant, a purple curtain filled the entire space.

All the servants who followed Mori Yuesha at the scene turned to look at her.

...

【Humanity】

[Shrine maiden]

【Miyamizu Ichiha】

[A short-lived species with a peculiar bloodline. 】

[The god they have served for generations is called "Takeba-tsuchi-no-mikoto", also known as "Takeba-tsuchi-no-mikoto". ]

[He is said to be the God of Weaving, but in fact he is an awe-inspiring God of War. Among the legitimate gods, his real name is simplified to "Ame-no-Hatsuchi-shin", and he has always protected the Miyamizu lineage.]

[Until some humans gave up this blessing. ]

【Now, this is the only one left. 】

[Their blood is very special, similar to a kind of divine power that can see through the fate line - when they are "about" to encounter life-threatening situations, the divine power in their blood will be activated.]

[Of course, after the gods disappeared many years ago, this bloodline began to become intermittent and increasingly difficult to control and detect.]

【Note: Please do not ask questions about 'being'. 】

【?-?】

Please don't give me that alien look all the time.

Mori Yuesha curled her lips secretly and looked up a few times - she felt that only one guy knew this secret. Maybe the secret was written on the card cover, but it would be read as the culprit when it was turned over.

'Source', right?

Yellow scrap lady.

After reading the words, Mori Yuesha looked at Miyamizu… Mitsuha, who was sitting opposite her and seemed a little bored. This girl, who was probably in middle school or high school, didn't know what kind of gift beyond human beings she had in her blood. She was curiously looking at Ansuna's gorgeous and luxurious clothes, peeking at Mori Yuesha's long emerald nails and the small silver bell dangling on her ankle.

"It's me." Mori Yuesha nodded: "My name is Mori Yuesha."

Imhotep knew that his mistress was not good at these things, and was prepared to spend more than the budget - if he was not afraid of causing trouble for Mori Yuesha, he could easily use the ocean of jewels, gold and silver to build a huge palace for the witch, and even recreating the prosperity of the City of Seti would not be a problem.

Unexpectedly, the old man smiled, shook his head and asked an irrelevant question.

"So Miss Yuesha, where do you and your-" She looked at Nagini: "Where do you and your 'family' live?"

Although Mori Yuesa was a little confused, she still took out her mobile phone, opened the album, swiped a few times, and stopped her finger on a photo that was taken recently.

——In the picture, the girl is standing in front of her house, holding a large cup of iced tea and smiling happily.

Then she showed the screen to Miyamizu Kazuha.

"Tokyo, in a large, multi-story house."

Arrietty: I beg you.

What they asked was which hotel you were staying in.

Chapter 18 Things Obsolete by the Times

Sure enough, the question was asked again, and this time Imhotep was the first to answer it.

"Oh... It's the home of Yuu." The old man stroked the rim of the teacup and stared into Mori Yuesha's eyes. There was nothing in the dark pupils: "What are you going to do with the shrine after buying it?"

use?

Of course I live here?

Miyamizu Ichiha slowly picked up the oil-paper package tied with a black rope from the corner of the table, poured the cakes inside into a porcelain plate, and pushed it to the people in front of him. While his hands were busy, he said, "It seems that they just like the good location."

"To be honest, many developers have asked me about this."

Mori Yuesa didn't hesitate to take two pieces, bit half of it herself, and stuffed the other piece into Nagini's mouth.

"I don't want to sell it to them." Under the thick magnifying glasses, a cunning look like a child flashed in Miyamizu Ichiha's eyes: "If it is used as a shrine, I, old woman, can barely agree."

Mori Yuesha nodded with understanding, and she could understand this feeling very well - the sharp blade should be given to those who are good at using it. And the shrine that was passed down was finally flattened and built into a high-rise building...

"I understand you, Grandma Miyamizu." The girl put down the cake and bent down slightly: "Then, let's go eat something delicious. Bye!"

Miyamizu Kazuha: ...

Imhotep: ...

Why don’t you play by the rules…?

"What else?" Mori Yuesha's puzzled brows wrinkled again: "Didn't you say you won't sell it..."

Imorton coughed twice, moved his butt towards Mori Yuesha, and said to the old man who looked more and more kind on behalf of his own witch: "If it is as you said, the name of the shrine cannot be 'Gyamizu'."

"I understand." The old man finally realized that Mori Yuesha was unreliable and looked at Imhotep: "No matter how you transform it, its 'purpose' must be a shrine."

Imhotep simply turned around and said to Morizuki Sayaka: "Sir, the shrine is just a name. Whether anyone comes here or not--" The man glanced at Miyamizu Ichiha: "That is not something we can decide."

The old man was silent.

"That's it. A shrine is just a shrine."

Speaking of which, most of the shrines in Neon are owned by private individuals, and private transactions are allowed, but few families are willing to sell things that have been passed down from generation to generation. Mori Yuesa doesn't understand what the old man is thinking.

She didn't care anyway: "I leave it to you, Imhotep."

"do not worry."

The sisters Mitsuha and Yotsuha Miyamizu looked at Imhotep strangely: In this era, there are still people who call each other "Adult"?

——This is the result after Imhotep omitted the word "witch" in front.

"By the way, Miss Mori Yuesa lives in Yu's house..." Miyamizu Kazuha suddenly changed the subject.

It's not easy, kid.

It should have been a happy family, but unfortunately...

This child has been working since high school. In addition to saving money for college tuition, he also has to take care of his grandmother who has dementia.

"Ms. You is a very nice person." Although Mori Yuesa was also confused, she didn't see anyone else yesterday - nor did she hear the shop owner mention her family.

Except for that crazy grandma.

Miyamizu Ichiha nodded and said, "I don't have any intention of asking for too much for the price of the shrine, but, Ms. Mori Yuesha, can you do me a favor?"

The girl pulled out a teardrop-shaped blueberry-flavored lollipop with a gold pattern from her bag and put it in her mouth.

"That old woman and I have never had a problem. If possible, could you please help me solve the problem with the child?"

"Problem...?" Mori Yuesha pouted: "I don't see any problem with Miss You?"

Miyamizu Ichiha put down his teacup and waved, asking his granddaughter to see the guest off.

"Maybe you can find out, Ms. Mori Yuesa."

…………

……

"There's something wrong with the owner of the shrine," Arrietty asked sensitively on the way back, "What did Her Majesty 'see'?"

"He is a human with extraordinary blood." Mori Yuesha replied casually: "An ordinary person."

"Wow, the miko is going to appear again."

The girl pointed to a place not far away.

The old man wearing a square scarf was holding a worn-out imperial coin, standing cautiously in front of the door in the same attire as before; only today the knot on his wrist had changed color.

When she saw Mori Yuesha coming back, she widened her eyes and yelled, "Go away, evil spirit! Go away, evil spirit! Bah, bah, bah! Go away, go away!"

Again.

Yu kept bowing and apologizing to Mori Yuesha. The girl couldn't pull her grandmother away, so she could only hold her and let the old woman wave her arms violently in the spot - the townspeople passing by were already used to it.

"Are you a tourist from out of town?"

Mori Yuesha nodded.

The three young people, one man and two women, who came to talk to me, were dressed fashionably and beautifully, and seemed to be out of tune with the surrounding villagers. Compared with the simple style here, their conversation style was more similar to that of young people in the Tokyo circle.

"Are you traveling as a family? Hey, why are you staying at You's house?" The long-haired girl looked disgusted and quietly approached Mori Yuesha. While glancing at You who was hugging her grandmother, she whispered, "There's something wrong with that old woman."

The girl pointed to her head and said, "It seems like it has been hit by something here. It has been acting crazy all day long."

"We're not traveling. We're here to look for Miyamizu Ichiha."

Hearing this name, the three of them showed even more disgusted expressions at the same time.

"Hey, do you want to watch the festival? You've come too early, it's still a few months away." The boy who spoke had semi-long hair and a leather ring and silver ornaments hanging around his neck. If you look closely, you can see that he has drawn two lines on his upper eyelids - from the crooked lines, it can be seen that his technique is not very skilled.

"I say, are the two 'shrine maidens' of the Miyamizu family so famous?"

"It's so disgusting. I'm going to spit out the rice I've chewed."

Mori Yuesa didn't understand what they were talking about.

"Chewing wine, isn't that what you're here for?" Speaking of the sacrifice, the three young men were obviously more interested: "In public, pick up a ball of rice and put it in your mouth. Chew it with saliva, and then spit it out--"

"How did Miyamizu Mitsuha hold back her shame and do this in front of all the townspeople?"

Mori Yuesha finally understood. She chuckled, "It's just some inheritance. Using saliva to ferment is the wisdom of the ancients. Do you dislike the witch? She didn't seem to do anything to you, did she?"

Noticing that Mori Yuesha seemed to be speaking for Mitsuha Miyamizu, the leading girl glanced at her and said disdainfully: "This kind of thing should have disappeared long ago. Things that are eliminated by the times should never appear again."

"Hey, you're so cruel." The girl covered her mouth in surprise, "But, speaking of it, your clothes..."

Mori Yuesa looked up and down at the proudest girl among the three. She had the most outstanding appearance - the girl thought she was aware of this.

"Clothes?" He looked down at himself.

"Hmm... so tacky and old." Mori Yuesha nodded seriously, "You... stole your mother's old clothes and came out?"

Three people:......

"You are very beautiful, but the clothes don't suit you!" The girl curled her hair and tiptoed, looking at the three people with a strange look on her face: "'Things that are eliminated by the times should never appear again', isn't it?"

"Miss Old Clothes?"

After the three young men disappeared in anger, You hesitantly walked over.

"Thanks…"

The girl shook the small bell on her ankle, and the sound was crisp and pleasant.

Chapter 19 The Ghost Girl