Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The soft voice told the stunned girl.

"besides,"

"Only I can decide who should die, Yuno."

"Children who do wrong must be punished."

The palms gradually tightened.

Being hugged by Mori Yuesha from behind, the oxygen disappeared little by little and left the body.

She felt herself becoming light and suffocating. Light escaped from her pupils, first from the surrounding circles, and then it became darker and darker, and more and more blurred.

She was out of sight.

Imhotep wanted to stop him, but Ansuna grabbed his hand. The woman looked at her lover with burning eyes, warning him with an unprecedented serious look.

"Don't kill me."

The servants could only watch as Mori Yuesa covered Agatsuma Yuno's mouth and nose and gently kissed her earlobe; two beautiful figures were reflected in the blood - twitching and shaking.

She went into near-death asphyxiation.

The girl struggled to raise her hand. Her natural desire to survive made her try to grab the hand that was blocking her breathing. Even if, even if she could just pry it open a little, leaving a tiny gap for oxygen to flow in.

Even if it's just one last breath.

However, hope was grasped by Mori Yuesa's other hand.

She leaned close to the struggling girl, and her quiet voice was like the cry of crows across the silent forest in the middle of the night:

"Be good, hold on a little longer..."

The thighs were shaking wildly, the ankles drove the toes, and puddles of bright red blood were kicked everywhere.

The muscles of the body before death kept contracting and shaking. The pink-haired girl was like an awkward and out-of-control doll, revealing her most unspeakable side in front of everyone.

A few drops of blood dripped into the water.

pat.

Fall heavily.

Another vibrant life entered eternal sleep.

The gorgeous pink is like a withering cherry blossom.

Mori Yuesha stared at her palm with great satisfaction. The girl's black curly long hair was reflected in the pool of blood. The gorgeous scarlet color finally merged from top to bottom.

the reason.

What's the reason that made you kill them?

Imhotep's mind went blank.

"Didn't Imhotep learn that?" Sen Yuesha's bloody fingers drew a rectangle in the air: "Calling souls from the Black Book of the Dead."

"The Golden Scripture of the Sun and the Black Scripture of the Dead are left to Bastet, Lady Witch. Without the blessing of the scriptures and the power of the gods behind them, I cannot resurrect the dead."

"I know, I know." Mori Yuesha licked her palm and said, "I only want their souls, resurrection is not necessary."

soul.

Imhotep closed his eyes in pain.

"Lady Witch."

“I may disappoint you…”

"There is no underworld in this world, so the dead souls cannot get peace and tranquility - they..." The man did not dare to look at Mori Yuesha's disappointed look: "They have no reason, no memory, no thinking, no consciousness..."

“For you.”

"Pointless."

"It's because there is no underworld that I decided to do this. The shelf life of the soul is much longer than that of the body—" The girl opened her arms and kicked the water with her toes. The blood on her white and small feet was more obvious: "Leave it like this for now. After a while, I will definitely have another way. I want them to accompany me forever, forever—don't ask too much of mortals..."

"Can you do this?"

The girl pointed to the empty glass jars stacked on the table and said, "Put them in there. I can draw some pretty things on them and use them as decorations in the bedroom."

"My family, my love, are always by my side..." Mori Yuesha caressed each other's arms, looked at the line of corpses at her feet with satisfaction and happiness, and her mouth trembled with excitement: "Is there anything happier than this?"

"No one can take away what belongs to me."

"You can let them hide in the courtyard..." Imhotep grasped the corner of his clothes tightly. Obviously, there was another chance for them to survive.

"That's not as happy as it is now, right?"

Mori Yuesha pouted, seemingly dissatisfied with Imhotep's repeated rebuttals: "I kept them away from disease and aging. From then on, they stayed safely by my side as souls - without illness, sorrow, disputes, or fraud. They only needed..."

"Just love me wholeheartedly!"

"Mine! It belongs to me!"

Ansuna tilted her head slightly, and whispered without moving her lips: "Why do I feel that what the witch said makes some sense..."

There's no bullshit in that.

Every second their suffering souls exist in this world is like flesh and blood thrown into boiling water.

Endless pain and suffering.

"Don't use your thoughts to speculate about their feelings!"

Mori Yuesha finally became unhappy. The girl's face drooped, her eyes narrowed, like a cat with its fur standing on end, and she pointed at the corpse with her claws and teeth bared: "They love me so much, even if it's painful, they can still hold on."

"Right?"

"Imorton."

—As Arrietty said, I.

——Just enjoy the feeling of being loved.

——That’s enough.

Hum, hum, hum… she turned around and squatted while humming a song. Mori Yuesha pulled out a knife and said, “I’ll help you take out your internal organs first. It will be your turn soon. Imhotep, help me make them into the most beautiful mummies. I want to seal them up as a memory.”

click.

"Is it interesting?"

The little fairy who had come to the man's shoulder at some point was chewing on a piece of candy. She had her hair combed high today, and instead of wearing a sword, she wore a pair of thick-soled waterproof boots.

His mouth was full of sugar residue.

"Let me lend you my shoulder to sit on for a while. There's blood everywhere, and this dress of mine is new."

Look around.

Nagini was squatting beside Mori Yuesha, helping her master hand over the dissection tools; Ansuna was folding her arms with a blank expression; only herself, herself...

I don’t understand, Imhotep really doesn’t understand. Everything was fine before, how, how could it become like this?

Obviously…

"I'm Arrietty, and I'm a goblin."

"Before I met Mori Yuesha, I was out of tune with the group. So...Imorton. Why do you think I am out of tune with them?"

Arrietty sat on the man's shoulder, a fierce look flashing through her lush coral hair: "Is it just because they are conservative and I yearn for the outside world?"

Ignoring the man's silence, the little fairy continued: "Cute, naughty, talking to cats. Your understanding of Mori Yuesha is really superficial..."

"She talks to cats not because she likes cats." Arrietty looked at Mori Yuesha's busy back and said in an increasingly weird voice, "It's because she really thinks she can talk to cats."

"Do you understand?" Patting his shoulder, the goblin stood up, straightened his collar and messy hair, and smeared the sugar residue on the man's collar.

The servants in this room, except for himself, were once human.

But it was obvious that only Imhotep didn't understand the situation. Not to mention Nagini, Ansuna had seen through Mori Yuesha's true nature long ago.

Only Imhotep, this big silly guy, really acts like an old father.

"When you are alone with Ansuna, it is best to listen to her opinions and not always want to hug your lover and create noise pollution." Arrietty yawned and pointed ahead: "The blood of many higher beings."

"Never create an angel."

Glancing at the man with malicious intent, Arrietty jumped off his shoulder.

"Also, don't forget your identity, Mr. 'Squire'."

In the middle of the blood lake, the last bunch of internal organs were taken out, like a soft, red sponge soaked with water.

Mori Yuesa twisted her shoulders tiredly and slumped back into the sofa.

Nagini came over and took a towel to wipe her legs and feet.

"Towel, are you comfortable?"

The maid suddenly said.

Mori Yuesha was stunned.

"what?"

Nagini squatted in the blood, lowered her eyes, and her expression changed.

Perhaps a certain piece of emotion that had been tense for a long time suddenly exploded today. At the moment when Gasai Yuno suffocated to death, the maid suddenly figured it out.

The master of will...

She needs a servant who matches her.

Right?

Mori Yuesha swung her legs impatiently, spreading her toes, moving back and forth to urge the moody Nagini: "Barry Barry, Nagini. If you don't come, it will kill itself."

The maid gritted her teeth, loosened the dry towel, and let it fall into the pool of blood.

Well, excuse me.

Owner.

He knelt on one knee, gently hugged Mori Yuesha's small body, and in front of everyone's surprised or prescient expressions -

Miss Nagini, with a flushed face, slowly lowered her head.

Looking down, Mori Yuesha was surprised at first, then hesitated...

hesitate.

In the end, there was no resistance.

Snapped.

An extremely important, invisible heartstring.

Finally, it broke.

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes.

"Face the truth..."

"Whatever you want..."

"Hmm."

The sobs spread out from the swan-like neck.

When he opened his eyes, Ansuna was staring at Nagini with interest, and Imhotep... turned his head away awkwardly.

Mori Yuesha muttered to herself facing the void. A certain god who was full of confidence had unilaterally severed the mother-daughter relationship due to the girl's dissatisfaction.

"But I hate what you did, Mom...Auntie?"

"I hate it when others interfere with my destiny and take away my belongings."

"They are mine..."

“Even if it turns into a soul.”

Mori Yuesa licked her dry lips with a wicked smile.

The contracted heart is half silver and half crimson.

At this moment, mouths dripping with mucus roared eagerly on the myocardium, and the slimy black tentacles bypassed the silver half, inserted into the flesh and blood, and gradually sucked the other deep red half.