Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

——The result was that his fragile body was shattered by the endless torrent of time, and the huge unawakened magic power did not even have time to annihilate his soul.

He exploded like a short-lived meteor.

Life in winter prefers the strange stories of summer.

The pearl-like toes swayed like crystal clear white jade in the moonlight. The girl propped up her chin, rinsed her feet in the moonlight, and quietly watched the bloody body beside her.

The cracking of bones and skin became a melody floating leisurely under the moonlight.

His wailing had long since faded into inaudibility, leaving only the trickle of blood seeping out from his twisted muscles and fat. This is the case with clothes that have been wrung out after being spun dry, and it is the same with humans...

Does the sonata of flesh and bones under the moon need a accompaniment?

The sound of the bow gradually became dry and harsh, like a saw.

"La la la..." Walking in the moonlight, Mori Yuesha moved to the side of the 'twisted' man. In his pleading eyes, she stretched out her arms, carefully held his face - and then, suddenly pulled!

Click.

The sound of breaking.

The struggling expression suddenly stopped. After being thrown to the ground, a small canvas shoe stepped on his head and crushed it.

Decompress like a thin-skinned watermelon exploding.

Blood beads turned black and shrunken, and pale fire began to burn and boil along the hair of the corpse. Skin, fat, bones; the ashes danced in the moonlight like a group of butterflies - they went to the crescent moon hanging in the sky.

He stomped his feet and the surface of his cloth shoes was spotless; all around him, the garden was still as quiet as if nothing had happened.

"Huh... I feel much better." Mori Yuesa rubbed her neck: "I feel so bad, it's all Eriri's fault..."

"A woman who has been heartbroken is so scary." Arrietty yawned, her eyes suddenly sharp. "Someone wants to kill you."

"Hmm..." Mori Yuesha laughed softly: "I don't think it's a coincidence either."

Mori Yuesa kicked the dead man's bag away, wrinkled her nose, and glanced at the woods not far away.

"Someone's coming, Arrietty."

Chapter 68 Drama and Disguise

The desk was unusually tidy, the air was unusually fresh, and the silence was unusual.

Tojo Chensuke rubbed the scar that pierced the corner of his eye with an embarrassed look on his face; he was no longer in the mood to light up a cigarette and enjoy it - Tojo Aoi in front of him was sitting in a chair with her arms folded indifferently, looking at him in a businesslike manner.

The only extra thing on the table was a mask.

The meaning is self-evident.

"Mr. Chenzhu." Tojo Aoi rubbed her fingertips, the sharpness on her thin face was extremely obvious. The furious woman seemed to be too lazy to pretend to be nice to the man in front of her. "It must have cost a lot of money to hire the masquerade."

"You should call me father." Tojo Chensuke looked at the mask and sneered: "Because of a mortal?"

The mask with a rabbit engraved on it was reflected in Tojo Aoi's dark eyes.

Let me think...

right.

Once upon a time, the girl's unfamiliar face has now merged with the bright red lipstick; the girl who once sobbed while pulling her father's sleeve has, at some point, grown into someone who can confront him face to face.

——They arrived late, and in the quiet garden, they only found a mask. Mori Yuesha might have survived the crisis, but she still couldn't accept this.

"I always thought I could endure it." Tojo Aoi gritted her teeth and stared at her father with a sinister look. She glanced at the white hair on the man's temples and the scar on his face: "But I found that I couldn't. Father, you should quit early. I will lead the group to a place you can never reach in your lifetime."

Looking at his daughter who was full of vigor in front of him, Tojo Chensuke curled his eyes. It seemed that the person who sent people to assassinate Mori Yuesha was not him. The man picked up the mask on the table leisurely, feeling the warmth from it, and then threw it to his daughter like throwing away garbage.

"Things about the masquerade. If you are interested, you can send someone to join." Without a direct reply, Tojo Chensuke said, "Don't you want to know what I used to trap you?"

Tojo Aoi didn't want to know.

"You will be the successor of the Tojo Group in the future, Aoi. The world is different now. If you want to live better, you must..."

"Must I join that disgusting organization like you did?"

The struggle in Tojo Chensuke's eyes flashed away. He clenched his fists on the table and glanced at his daughter. "I actually made you feel disgusted...?"

Tojo Aoi remained silent.

The man seemed even more frustrated by his daughter's silence. He forced a smile and said, "I joined the organization under a hidden identity. Don't worry, once I die, they won't be able to find you."

"Am I worried about myself?" Her father's 'last words' angered Tojo Aoi. The girl suddenly leaned forward, uncontrolled anger 'sparkling' from under her tongue: "You don't even have any regrets. Do you remember how you treated my mother back then?"

"Remember how I almost died? Who is to blame for all this?! Now, Tojo Chensuke, you dare to act pitiful in front of me?!"

The table was slammed, and the man grabbed his hair without saying a word, struggling with guilt. After a long time, he let out a long breath, quietly opened the safe, took out a document and handed it to Tojo Aoi.

The girl smoothed her messy short hair and opened it.

Intracranial tumors…

Malignant…

The patient has experienced projectile vomiting…

Visual impairment…

Tojo Aoi's hand trembled, she closed her eyes and then quickly opened them again.

Advanced stage brain cancer?

A certain feeling that had not appeared in many years slowly lingered between the father and daughter. Tojo Aoi lost all her strength, loosened her hand, and let the light diagnosis report fall to the carpet from left to right.

Tojo Chensuke gave a soothing smile and lightly touched his daughter's hair across the table.

"I can still hold on for a while." He winked mischievously: "My daughter said that joining the monsters brought me a lot of benefits. If I were to say the biggest benefit..."

"It just delayed my death, giving me a chance to see you more. Aoi." At this point, his sharp look once again dispelled his fatigue and old age: "I don't care about the future of the Tojo Group, even... you can destroy it." He said contemptuously: "As long as you are happy."

"To me, it means nothing."

"You are the most important."

Tojo Aoi opened her mouth, revealing a noticeable bite mark on her lower lip. "Then..."

The long bangs covered the girl's eyes: "Why, why do you do this to Mori Yuesha."

When talking about Mori Tsukisa, Tojo Tsushuke's face was full of displeasure. He hated that Tojo Aoi always talked about that girl.

"Since you came into contact with her, don't you feel that you are in charge of more and more things? The orphanage, the Yukinoshita family, the bodyguard you sent, and the matter that disobeyed me today..."

"She has no right to stand with you, Aoi!"

Tojo Aoi suddenly looked up, looking at her father with red eyes: "So, she has to die?"

"Of course." Tojo Chenzhu nodded: "Otherwise, prove it to me. Prove that she has the ability to protect you, or at least the ability to protect herself and not hold you back in this increasingly chaotic world - does she have it? She is at most a "contactee". If it weren't for your rescue tonight, she would have died in Rabbit's hands long ago."

Me, rescue tonight?

Tojo Aoi blinked.

"You killed members of the Masquerade for a mere 'Contact'. Do you know what an organization with a large number of ritualists represents now?"

Who did I kill?

After throwing out a long paragraph of accusations, the man leaned back in his chair and looked at his choked daughter quietly. His cold and hard words softened unnaturally: "I... I know you stole the ritual object, and I tried to stop you. Can you understand my father... understand my painstaking efforts?"

"I don't want you to become like me..."

"You were controlled by chaos and became more and more crazy, and made an irreparable mistake to your mother..."

"I don't want you to be like me, Aoi."

Tojo Aoi stared blankly at Tojo Tamusuke, whose face was filled with tears, and said softly.

"Father…"

Tojo Chensuke opened his mouth stiffly. He had not heard this word for many years. Since the death of that woman, his daughter's smile also died with this word.

"What did you call me?!"

Tojo Aoi turned her face away sadly: "Don't embarrass Mori Yuesa anymore, please...I beg you."

The man took a few deep breaths, but still couldn't calm down the anger in his chest. He didn't know that after saying so much, his daughter was still thinking about that mortal. But...

What could he do?

He doesn't have much time left to see the world.

Tojo Chensuke rubbed his aching head bitterly: "Promise me, Aoi. Don't get entangled with her anymore."

"Don't contact me anymore, don't pay attention to me anymore..."

"If you can do it, I promise you..."

"promise me?"

"I... promise you. Later, you will be ready to officially take over the Tojo Group. You have done a great job these days, and I can hand it over to you with confidence..." Tojo Chensuke turned his head and looked at the old photos on the table.

Blue sky, green grass, messy plates, crooked tents, stoves, and small chairs.

There is also a family of three who are smiling happily.

"Father…"

The relationship that had not been maintained for a long time made the father and daughter very awkward. Tojo Aoi slowly stood up and forced herself to leave the oppressive space where she could no longer stay.

"I will keep an eye on you," she said. "I will keep an eye on you as you go for reexamination and treatment. Don't even think of giving up your life and dying quietly. Live well and make amends for your sins."

"For me, for..."

"Mother."

There was no sound behind her. The girl pushed the door open in a daze and threw herself into the shadow of the corridor.

The man sobbed silently, and as the heavy soundproof door was slammed shut, the sobbing sound began to bounce back and forth from the walls in all directions, making Tojo Tamesuke's voice even more clearly audible.

then…

The sobbing slowed down and gradually stopped.

replaced by…

There was a chuckle.

Ah.

"As stupid as her mother."

Suddenly the air stagnated.

"Really?" Another voice slowly appeared in the corner of the office. If Kasumigaoka Utaha was present at this time, she would probably remember this voice that chilled her whole body.

From the organizer of the "Masquerade".

"Of course, that's how her mother died. Emotions are indeed one of the reasons why humans are inferior creatures..." Tojo Chensuke supported his chin with his hands crossed. In his peripheral vision, black mist entangled and intertwined, and the voice came from a deeper place.

"During this test, your daughter killed an 'Origin'. How are you going to compensate me?" The organizer's voice was cold. Although he said this, he seemed not to care about what he lost.

Tojo Chensuke also knew that the dead ritualists were of no importance: "For you who have the "ability", they are all consumables. Just throw the mask away and find another one. Don't even think about negotiating with me over the rabbit. Wait for me...wait until I push Tojo Aoi to a high position and hand over everything to her..."

The man tightened his tie, his eyes filled with nobility and enthusiasm. Thinking of that day when he would be reborn, he could not suppress his excitement and trembling: "My body will be useless. By then, you will get what you want."

"You seem to be happy too early. Your daughter does not meet the conditions for exchange. Don't you understand that this is just a test? You must kill the most important person to her and destroy her mental defenses."

Mori Tsukisa.

"What's the hurry?" Tojo Chensuke grinned, and suddenly clenched his hands in the air, and said confidently: "Mori Yuesha, you are just a "contactee". Apart from the third-level Baiju, this country is..."

“There is no one who cannot be killed.”

"If I hadn't underestimated my daughter this time, and underestimated the cards she held..."

The organizer seemed to agree with what Tojo Tansuke said. He reminded the man: "Even if you fail, you should hand over everything to your daughter. There are too many things to deal with in such a large group."

Tojo Chensuke stared at the closed door without commenting. In the whites of his eyes, the black flesh twisted and entangled like a nematode...

"Well... no rush. I have enough patience..."

“Wait for the wonderful moment to come.”

"That would be crazy sweet..."