Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"So 'only'?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha slowly leaned down, her wine-red elegant warmth burning with warmth.

"Mori Tsukisa."

"Ok?"

"Has anyone ever told you that you have beautiful eyes?"

eye.

The picture flickered in a trance.

One year ago, orphanage, old house.

Poison apple with short hair, naughty smile, bright red lips, cold fingers, bloody nails, lazy upturned eyeliner, a face getting closer and closer, and...

'You have beautiful eyes, Moony...'

Eyes meet, closer, closer.

Mori Yuesa shook her head violently.

"No...?" Kasumigaoka Utaha looked at Mori Tsukisa's increasingly red face and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

The familiar scene and conversation made Mori Yuesha feel a little sad for a moment. She took two steps back and dodged the hand that Kasumigaoka Utaha extended. The hand held her hand for a moment, then withdrew it awkwardly.

Kasumigaoka Utaha stopped pestering her and turned her head to look at the lights of different colors on the street: "I guess Yuesha is probably a high-ranking official. If there is something that cannot be said, forget it. I don't want you to get into trouble because of this."

"It's not a big deal. But what do you want to ask, Shiyu-senpai?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha wanted to ask everything, about the unprecedented world she had inexplicably entered, the mysterious powers, the strange people whose faces she couldn't face, the terrifying darkness and unpredictable future, and her own future...

But when all these questions are mixed together, I don’t know where to start.

"Hmm...why don't you come and see for yourself, Senior?"

Come and see for yourself?

"Do you want to join this organization?" Mori Yuesha was in a playful mood. She ignored the pain in her ears and walked around the girl with her hands behind her back: "Come and take a look. I can be your recommender."

Arrietty whispered: "You are digging your own grave again. There is no one in that organization you are talking about."

Mori Yuesha: "There's no one to invite. Isn't Nagini always free every day?"

Arrietty: 'The teacher you found for her will be here soon.'

Mori Tsukisa: "Ansuna is also very idle every day."

Arrietty: "I heard that recently, because of someone's joke about "Planeswalker Jewels", you've been reading all kinds of management books. It seems like you're really going to start a jewelry company. We have so many gems that we can just throw them around."

Mori Tsukisa: 'Imorton...'

Arrietty: "I'm helping you with the renovation and decoration of the shrine. I'm so busy that I can't come back on time. Do you have anything else to say? I don't mind, but if you have no problem with such a small creature sneaking in, then I have no problem with it either."

Mori Tsukisa: "There must be some servants that I have neglected, right? Are you the only ones I have?"

Arrietty: 'Ha ha.'

Snapped.

The shoes paused, Mori Yuesha covered her mouth with her fingertips, and looked at Kasumigaoka Utaha awkwardly: "Senior, if I take it back..."

"I agree."

"?"

"I say, I accept your invitation." Kasumigaoka Utaha took a step closer and looked down at Mori Tsukisa: "I also want to see what the organization that Tsukisa belongs to looks like... Will it protect me?"

Mori Yuesa: ...It is definitely safe.

After all, air can't kill people.

Arrietty: You are committing a sin, a sin of your own, and you are not worthy of sympathy at all.

Mori Yuesha: Help me.

Arrietty: Whoosh whoosh…

Morizukisha: Lady Arrietty?

Arrietty: I'm asleep. Don't disturb me.

'Her organization started out as a ridiculous prank, and then spread like wildfire around the world.'

'People in the sect are very secretive about her, but they pursue her and pay with blood for her.'

'Because of the witch, they pointed their blades at each other.'

——"The Legend of Mori Yuesha, the Traveler of All Realms"

The prophet Miss Arrietty licked the tip of her pen and closed the record book with satisfaction.

Will it? It will definitely happen, right?

Hey, it’s fun to think about it.

Not knowing the evil wishes of her own fairy, Mori Yuesha is now just distressed. After separating from her senior, the girl anxiously took out her mobile phone on the way home and sent a message for help in the "Loving Family" group.

[Diversity First Beauty: Help! Who can help me! ]

[It’s okay even though I’m bald:? ]

[A handsome priest falls in love with me:? ]

[Little Maid Also Has Spring:? ]

Then, Arrietty mercilessly edited everything that had just happened into a text version and uploaded it to the group.

[My Queen Can't Be That Stupid: It has been uploaded, please check it out. ]

"Member: 'My Queen Can't Be That Stupid' uploaded the file."

"The Speech of the Suicidal Girl.docx"

five minutes later.

[It’s okay even though I’m bald: Witch-sama, I’m very busy recently and may not have the time to accompany you in this great cause. ]

[The handsome priest fell in love with me: How old are you? What do you do every day? ]

[The Little Maid Also Has Spring: Master, isn't the teacher you hired coming soon? I might...]

[My queen can’t be so stupid: She deserves to live!]

Mori Yuesha looked at the screen expressionlessly, her fingers tapping rapidly.

"System prompt: The group name has been changed."

"'A loving family' has been changed:"

"If you don't help someone in need, you'll get constipated."

Chapter 52 Agatsuma Yuno's pursuer

In this world, there are some things that are obviously none of his business, but some people just don't care about the consequences and interfere without permission, which is annoying.

For example, she could lift a bucket with one hand, but the boy rushed to help her and more than half of the water had been spilled by the time she brought it to the classroom.

——I still have to smile and tell him "It's okay".

If Mori Yuesha hadn't repeatedly told her to be a good boy.

"Oh, Ninomiya-san is really strong." Agatsuma Yuno gave him a thumbs up in approval, handed over the mop in her hand, and casually showed off her thin wrist: "This...how do I use it?"

——Don’t teach me, just do it for me.

As expected, the boy who was on duty with Yuno, who was in the same class as my wife, took the mop shyly, lowered his head and waved his hands: "No, my wife, you don't have to do it. Leave this kind of work to me! I'm strong..."

"Thank you so much."

--idiot.

"Then, can I go back first? Today is my friend's birthday..." Yuno Agatsuma picked up her schoolbag with shame, and looked at the unwiped blackboard and messy desks and chairs in the classroom with a little entanglement: "If, if I give everything to Ninomiya-san... will it really work?"

—Say 'yes', idiot.

"I can do it! No problem!" The boy patted his chest. The next moment, the words that came out of his mouth almost broke my wife Yuno's standard smile: "That...my wife classmate, I can..."

The boy poked the mop, hesitated for a long time, and said in a voice so low that it was almost unnoticeable: "Can I like you?"

Agatsuma Yuno: Say it to me again.

Unaware that there was murderous intent all around him, the shy boy pushed the mop around the classroom, leaving Yuno Agatsuma standing stiffly in the place.

This time, my good mood is gone.

"I, I want to treat you to takoyaki. I'll finish it soon. Can you wait for me? It won't delay your birthday party with your friends..."

"Really?" Yuno tilted her head, looking puzzled: "Ninomiya-san's feelings are a bit heavy."

——Ah, I’m getting more and more annoyed.

"Heavy?!" The boy was surprised and moved faster. "Right away! I'll finish it quickly, please give me a chance!"

Agatsuma Yuno stood at the door with her schoolbag in her arms: "Chance... Ninomiya-san doesn't understand me at all, right? Are you sure you like 'this kind of' Agatsuma Yuno?"

Seeing the girl who finally 'faced' his feelings, Ninomiya Hideo raised his head in one go and shouted:

"Of course! I've thought about it for a long time, very seriously!"

“I see…” Agatsuma Yuno sat on the table with a smile on her face, quietly looking at Ninomiya Hideo who was working hard.

"…It's an interesting toy. I'll play with it for a bit. I don't think Yuesha will scold me…right?"

…………

……

Men and women walked in groups of three or four, carrying school bags, and steam rose from the shops. Greedy children held snacks and wooden sticks, eating and chatting. Every time school was over, the street was instantly filled with young voices.

Although the vendors are happy to do this every day and make some money by taking advantage of the students' greed, the shop owners - those elderly uncles and aunts - like to see these young faces more. It reminds them of their youth.

Just as messy, just as passionate and crazy.

The shop owner was a woman in her forties, wearing an oversized apron that barely hung around her waist. She cut the meat skillfully, and from time to time she glanced at the man and woman outside the window with her eyes narrowed by the fat.

The girl had long pink hair braided into a pigtail. Her already listless look was made even more fragile by her school uniform. She was a gentle sickly beauty...different from herself when she was young.

The auntie slapped the chopping board and wrapped the sausages. She glanced at the boy outside the window. The boy was much easier to understand. He had a student-style haircut and ordinary looks. His anxious eyes would occasionally drift towards the girl next to him.

He...likes this girl.

What a beautiful youth.

Lamenting that her slim teenage years were gone, the fat aunt handed over a bag of sausages: "Here, please take it." After saying that, she secretly winked at the boy: "Come on."

The boy lowered his head shyly.

Agatsuma Yuno was carrying a huge bag of sausages and humming as she walked, while Ninomiya Hideo beside her was still immersed in the teasing look from the shop owner.

——I…should have the courage to confess again.

——But, will Yuno be angry?

Did she reject me?

——Persist! Xiunan, you will definitely be able to impress her with your sincerity!

——Where are we going?

They were so busy hesitating and thinking that they unknowingly drifted further and further apart.

Ninomiya Hideo was still familiar with the surrounding situation. Looking at the increasingly familiar buildings around him, he asked, "My wife-san, are we going...'there'?" Thinking of the sausages the girl had bought in advance, Ninomiya Hideo understood.

The destination they were heading towards was a certain slum area - different from the homeless people who had no home to return to in the prosperous areas of the metropolis, their current target was the real "slum area", those real beggars who were lying on flattened cardboard boxes in tattered clothes.

Looking at the sausages carried by my wife’s classmate.

I see. Is Agatsuma Yuno such a kind girl?

Do you often give alms on a daily basis?