Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

When it comes to risking one's life, fairies are never afraid of challenges.

"When you can put aside those boring comparisons, you will be truly grown up." Imhotep put down his fork and nodded to Nagini politely to express his gratitude: "Great breakfast, Nagini, you have worked hard today."

"You would be truly polite if you could ask Ansuna to stop yelling so loudly at night," Arrietty shot back.

Ansuna lowered her head in embarrassment, but Imhotep raised his chin proudly, subtly making his chest muscles look even thicker.

Children know nothing, so how can they find the truth?

"Do you know what the most beautiful instrument in the world is?" he asked.

Mori Tsukisa raised her hand and said, "Cello!" She then nudged Gasai Yuno with her elbow.

Agatsuma Yuno: “Is it… a piano?”

Arrietty preferred the flute.

Of course not, Imhotep pointed at Ansuna with a wicked smile.

Then he was quickly punched several times by the woman.

"Huh? What do you mean?" The little goblin was confused.

Wiping the corner of his mouth, Imhotep pulled Ansuna back to the room. Before leaving, he glanced at Arrietty on the dining table with a mocking look: "When you understand, you will grow up."

After eating, Mori Yuesa went to the balcony to bask in the sun while holding the cookie. The only people left at the table were Yuno Agatsuma and the little elf who sucked the puffs into hollow bread balls.

"Are you hurt?" Arrietty seemed to have seen a faint trace of marks on her wrist and neck. "You are Her Majesty's property - I have to remind you that in this world, except for Her Majesty the Queen, no one can hurt your body like this."

"You can't even protect your own body..." Arrietty looked Yuno up and down with disdain: "I wonder if Mori Tsukisa will be angry..."

Agatsuma Yuno gave Arrietty a strange look.

You know the answer but still ask?

Wasn't this your idea?

It's pretty good though.

Tsk.

Pushing the plate away coldly, Yuno Agatsuma stood up and left: "It's none of your business."

"Hey--"

The girl who turned around had a trace of fatigue in her eyes. She pressed her lower abdomen lightly. Through her pajamas, the light blue whip marks on her skin still hurt slightly - the shuddering feeling once again swept through her fragile brain like a dense brush.

Snapped.

My wife Yuno supported herself on the door frame with one hand, lowered her head and trembled as she returned to the room.

He happened to cross paths with Ansuna who came to the living room to get water.

"She...what happened?" Arrietty scratched her head and whispered, "She's hurt."

Ansuna had already understood it, so she poured the water and said calmly, "That's not an injury."

"Who are you trying to fool?" The little fairy lowered his voice, looked around, and took a few steps towards Ansuna: "I saw the scars. Who beat up my wife Yuno? Should I tell Mori Yuesha?"

The female warrior who had seen through everything already raised her head and drank a sip of water, then repeated, "That's not a wound."

Arrietty snorted in disbelief: "Impossible! I tell you, my eyes--"

She spread her fingers and pointed them toward herself.

"As sharp as an eagle! I saw it all, the wrist, the neck, the shoulder. She probably has no memory of the new timeline after the arrival of the wishing tree. For her, it was probably just an ordinary morning after a night - did she go out to work as a night policeman? Or..."

After thinking through her own brain, which was similar to Mori's, Arrietty finally understood.

"Oh - you hurt her? Have you disliked her for a long time? Ansuna, my wife Yuno is -"

Click.

The glass was placed on the coffee table.

"She's not hurt, Arrietty." Ansuna answered patiently, and drew a symbol in the air with her finger raised.

Arrietty was almost dying of worry. "The logo of a fast food restaurant?"

Ansuna answered the question irrelevantly: "I just didn't realize that Yuno was a girl who was developing in this direction. She was so sensitive. She saw it when she left the house. Just thinking about and touching the pain of the scars made her..."

"what?"

Not wanting to bother with the little guy who had suddenly turned into an idiot, the woman leisurely returned to the house with the water.

My wife Yuno...

That kid, does he prefer passive defense over offense?

Or is it like this when facing Mori Yuesha?

The witch is very irritable... I hope she's not too aggressive.

Ugh…

"what happened?"

Imhotep was lying on the bed with his bare chest and arms and legs spread out. His chocolate-colored skin was covered with bulging muscles, making him look particularly strong and powerful.

He took the water cup and took a sip: "Why are you sighing?" He rarely saw his lover with a sad face, so why did his face change so quickly when he went to the living room to get a glass of water?

Ansuna sat down from the bed and curled into the man's arms.

"What you said might really happen..."

Imhotep: ? ?

I said…what did I say?

The woman leaned against her lover's chest, sniffed the familiar and comfortable scent, yawned, and waves of sleepiness came over her.

She wanted to take a nap.

"I said..." The lips and teeth murmured, Imhotep pricked up his ears and listened carefully, but the few words were very unclear.

"Nagini..."

"What a sin..."

"But... I learn quickly."

Chapter 129 Collar

Bubbling bubbles formed a string like pearls in the incubator.

The naked blonde woman floated quietly, as if her bones were pulled out of her body, and her soft limbs swayed gently. She was wrapped in warm and quiet light blue liquid, and seemed to have been sleeping for a long time.

With his blond hair neatly pulled back and in a low-cut dress, Mr. Alfred Ashford sat at a table in his laboratory.

Rough black leather circuit lines are densely scattered throughout the space.

The red pointed high heels on his feet were a little tight. He had only worn them for half an hour, but his toes felt squeezed as if they had been there for a long week.

My chest was tight and I couldn't breathe, and my thighs felt a little tight.

Thinking... is even more hazy.

He moved his neck in surprise and reached out to touch the back of his head - it was long hair. In front of him, the golden hair curtain fell on his eyebrows, blocking his vision.

I…

Am I unconscious?

What am I going to do?

On the neatly laid desk, there was an unclosed fountain pen, a piece of white paper with words written on it, a seductive black and blue pistol, and three yellow bullets.

There were a lot of ink spots on the corners of the paper, and the air was filled with the smell of oil and rubber.

The man held up the paper, reflecting the light.

To Alfred:

【Good morning to myself who is reading this article. 】

[Are you confused about when you came to the base and why? 】

[Please read the following message carefully. 】

[If the world is not destroyed, humans are still crawling around like annoying ants, and Alexia has not awakened, then the Wish Tree Project has failed.]

[You may not know what the "Wish Tree Project" is. Of course, it's best if you know it. I mean, if you are confused, it proves that the previous speculation is correct - the failure of the timeline jump will indeed delete and overwrite human memory. ]

[Perhaps the wish-fulfilling tree and the "website" will disappear from memory together. ]

【It doesn’t matter.】

[Listen carefully, I, that is, you, left a hint in a place that only you know. Find it. ]

[As I write this now, I hope the plan will be successful.]

[Otherwise, there is only one way to go, you understand, right? ]

【You probably know where this road leads to. 】

【Contact him and satisfy him. 】

【For Alexia, for the noble love. 】

…………

……

Life gradually returned to normal. Those doomsday scenes and death seemed like a big dream, as the milk ball flowed into the dark coffee cup and dissolved, and finally only faded a few shades. Theoretically, only Mori Yuesha and her group probably remembered what happened in those days. Ansuna joked that it was the trouble of higher creatures.

"I saw the collar."

"What collar?"

The sun is burning brightly, the clouds are fluffy, and the air is clear.

Mori Tsukisa pulled Yuno, my wife, and Nagini followed closely behind them - just like two young ladies taking their personal maids out shopping. Imhotep walked on the other side with Ansuna in his arms, and the two of them slowed down their pace and fell behind quietly, talking about their own troublesome witch.

In the bustling neighborhood, brightly colored signs advertising customers are hung overhead, and the aroma of barbecue and sauce wafts into the air.

When he mentioned the collar he saw by chance, Imhotep's face turned red, and he hesitated as he pointed at his neck, "Black and gold."

"..."

Ansuna blinked, "Honey, you mean, the collar?"

"A collar."

"Is it the one I understand?"

How would Imhotep know which one it is? God of the Sun, have the things that were put around the necks of slaves thousands of years ago now become small props to enhance the relationship between lovers?

Oh, that leather ring is very well made, and the gems are well matched. Nagini has good taste.

Ansuna didn't care: "It seems that Mori Yuesa has found a comfortable way to get along with Miss Yuno."

It's not a big deal for two abnormal children to have an abnormal little hobby. Even Ansuna thinks that this little hobby can be considered "ordinary" - if they just kissed when they were with someone like Yuno, it would be surprising, right?

It seems that Nagini has indeed put her knowledge into practice.

"Nagini? The kid did it?"

Ansuna nodded and didn't say anything more.

Wabi-sabi garden.

A house.

Snapped--!

The small and exquisite whip exploded in the air. Mori Yuesha, like a queen high above, looked serious, sitting on the high stool with her legs crossed. Her short skirt could not cover her two tight and slender legs. The girl had her hair loose and held a…

Lollipop.

Snapped--!

The solemn and cold face suddenly broke into a smile.