Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Silence returned to the small room.

Mori Yuesha looked up, and both Alia and the man looked at her with complicated expressions.

The girl shuddered and spilled some soup on the tatami.

"Child..." Looking at the trembling little girl with her head down, the middle-aged woman sighed, "It's all over..."

The ice and snow were kept out, the whistling was kept out, the white deer and the rhinoceros, the angel and the colon.

only…

"What did you see?" The man pulled at his collar and sat down curiously. "Who are you talking to?"

Mori Yuesha hurriedly shook her head.

"No one, I...I didn't see anyone!"

The man looked unconvinced and approached her: "I clearly heard it, did you..." He pointed to the porridge in the wooden bowl.

"Did you see the mermaid?"

Can he, can he see it too?

"That's not the case. Who doesn't know who is the patron saint of this orphanage?" The man laughed and stood up while unbuttoning his shirt. His tall shadow approached the small group.

"We often swam with it, in the porridge... boiling, bubbling water, scalding the skin... hiss..."

Alia smiled and replied, "It's very comfortable. Look." She peeled off the skin on her face.

Revealing clearly defined muscle tissue.

pat.

The porridge spilled.

Chapter 118 The Soul in the Eyes

"It's okay, just spill it and get another bowl."

Mr. Moritoda smiled gently, with a pair of eyes that were well versed in worldly affairs under his short hair. He was sitting opposite Mori Yuesa, holding a newspaper, and winking at her secretly.

"My daughter doesn't like porridge, so make some other breakfast, Huizi?"

"You'll boss me around."

Noya Keiko hummed tenderly, refuting her husband's words, and her hands were shaking as she cut vegetables.

Looking back, she has big round eyes, a chubby face, long hair tied up at the back of her head, a petite figure and a very youthful appearance, as if she is a college graduate - it is hard to believe that a housewife in her forties can have such a face.

"What would you like to eat, dear?"

'You're so gentle when talking to your daughter...' the man muttered, and when he saw his wife glaring at him, he quickly raised the newspaper and hid himself in the news.

Mori Yuesa blinked.

"White deer...heavy snow...merman in the porridge?"

"Hmm?" Nomi Keiko didn't hear clearly: "What did you say?"

Mori Yuesha shook her head and looked at the spilled porridge again.

"Just have another bowl of porridge."

"If you don't like it, tell mom." Nomi Keiko wiped her hands and came over, put her arm around Mori Yuesha's shoulders, and kissed the top of the girl's head. "Dad and mom love you very much and will take good care of Yuesha..."

"Ah."

Mori Yuesha stared at the white porridge that was being cleaned up.

What about that mermaid...?

"You should have drunk her." The crow stood at the corner of the table, pruning its wings impatiently. Diamond-shaped gems were embedded in its feathers, making the black crow look like a clown in a circus.

'You'd better not look at me like that, these gems are terribly expensive.'

"But you can't fly anymore?" Mori Yuesa held a bowl of new porridge without drinking it.

"Gemstones are very expensive... very expensive. You have no idea how long I spent looking for these cute little things..." The crow kept chattering as it passed by the man's newspaper, pecked at the bread on the plate a few times without paying attention to anyone around, and then jumped to the center of the table.

'I flew over mountains and rivers, passing through dangerous places and traps...'

'Sapphire, ruby, diamond, emerald...'

"But you can't fly anymore?"

Crow glared at Mori Yuesa angrily.

"Am I talking about whether or not to fly?" It spread out a pair of wings, and jet-black feathers cascaded down, rustling and rubbing against each other, and there were gems of various colors dotted like stars.

Extremely Beautiful.

"It is indeed beautiful."

"Of course." The crow was proud.

"But you can't fly..."

'Can you please skip this topic?'

Mori Yuesa leaned over, not noticing the indescribable look on her father's face or the eye contact between him and her mother across the table.

"Then, can you give me a few? I like them too." Mori Yuesha's eyes sparkled, as if they had copied the color of the gemstones on the crow's feathers, and the colorful brilliance appeared in the girl's pupils. She even wanted to reach out and pinch the biggest gemstone.

"Hey!!" The crow opened his mouth, a look of vigilance on his face.

"You are robbing me! Are all humans so rude?"

The girl's hand stopped in mid-air.

"But, I like it very much."

'I can only show you.'

“You can’t fly again…”

This time the crow simply ignored her, jumping onto the man's sleeves, stepping on his arms, and moving upwards. Then, it squatted in his short hair and spread its wings.

'I'm here, come and get it.'

"Come down." Mori Yuesa was unhappy that the crow stepped on her father's head.

However, in Mori Toda's eyes, his daughter just shouted "Come down" to him.

"Moonshade...?"

My father put down the newspaper with a bit of worry, and after folding it, his expression became serious.

"Xiao Yuesha, have you missed Alia recently?"

Mori Yuesha pushed the chair away and shook her head, "I'm going back to my room."

In the living room, Noya Keiko sat beside her husband with a worried look on her face. The crow had already jumped over her head.

"Yuesha, is that right?" The wife hesitated, but the husband understood what she meant.

"I'll make an appointment with the doctor next weekend..." Moritoda pinched his temple with a tired look on his face, while the condescending Crow was smug.

'Blind and deaf mortals.'

'whee. '

After a while, Mori Yuesa came back from the stairs, leaned against the wall next to the door, and quietly poked her face into the living room with her little ears perked up.

Mom…Dad…

Will love me.

I'm not crazy.

Words of concern came into Mori Yuesha's ears through the crack in the door, and the corners of the girl's mouth curled up.

'Yuesha is our daughter.'

'I know...so, no matter what happens to her, I will take good care of her.'

'It's us.'

"Yes, yes, you are so... you looked at her like that just now."

'Which one?'

'This kind.'

"What kind of... is this?"

The couple suddenly started arguing about 'which' look, which made Mori Yuesha, who was leaning against the door and listening, curious.

She finally turned around and tilted her head, revealing a big eye behind the wall.

There was still an argument in the living room.

'Which kind...' 'This kind...' 'Which kind? ' 'This kind!'

What look?

Father and mother suddenly stopped moving.

They looked at each other, and then, slowly, slowly began to turn their heads...

Like a dry clockwork doll, it twisted the rusty gears bit by bit; the two faces turned towards Mori Yuesha at the same time, with a strange and excited look in their eyes.

"Mori Yuesha, look, is this the look in your eyes..."

The parents grinned and stared at the girl happily.

“Such…a look…hehehe…”

The crow is gone.

With a body full of jewels.

There were only fluffy balls of black thread in the jar.

"Owner…"

Nagini stood aside with a complicated expression, and the bed was full of bottles and jars.

Mori Yuesha rubbed her eyes. This is... my room?

"Master?" the maid called again.

"Na… Jini?"

"I'm here."

The dark purple quilt forms a circle, and the scattered glass jars are filled with souls like balls of thread.

Nagini carefully adjusted them to prevent them from breaking if they accidentally fell. There was a kendama on the bedside table, and there seemed to be a group photo in the frame on the wall, but now it was empty with only the frame left.

One set of wardrobes was missing, and the carpet and slippers were changed to new colors.

"these are…"

"It's Alya, the souls of my wife Yuno and Eriri." Seeing Mori Tsukisa's look, Nagini sat down next to her uncomfortably and held the girl's hand. "Are you okay?"

Mori Yuesa said nothing, staring at the jar in front of her.

Eriri was sleeping soundly, and Yuno Gasai was staring at herself with an obsessed look on her face.

'Yuesha... we are finally together.'

'Can you please smash that jar next to me? She's squeezing me.'

The jar next to it is Eriri's.

"Owner?"

Mori Tsukisa pointed at the jar and said to Nagini, "My wife Yuno is looking at me."

However, in Nagini's eyes, the souls in the jars were just like the jars themselves.

It makes no difference.