Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

Of course, Imhotep understood Nagini's joke and also realized that Nagini probably did it on purpose - everyone knew who a maid was, except Yuno Agatsuma.

She is the ultimate form, only Mori Tsukisa, and shameless, the iceberg melts instantly, a charming and caring maid. Agatsuma Yuno can't beat her at this age and mental state.

Imhotep had a good impression of the child and spoke highly of him.

"Tease her? I didn't." Ansuna laughed, "I just let her adapt in advance."

Adapt to what?

Ansuna sat up straight with her legs together, closed the book, and gently placed it on the coffee table.

Imhotep glanced.

The Origins of Totalitarianism…?

"I want her to adapt in advance. You see, an office worker who is stuck in quicksand will not think about how to successfully complete annual performance in order to get bonuses and promotions. She will only be eager to climb out of the quicksand and survive."

Ansuna placed her palms on her knees properly - every time she did this, Imhotep would involuntarily straighten his back as well: this subconscious action originated from three thousand years ago when he and she often sat under the stone steps of the square and chatted.

The warm light softened the woman's sharp features, and her bare face had more of the calmness of a modern urban beauty and the air of bookishness after reading.

Her voice was as gentle as water, quietly flowing through Imhotun's earlobe: "Just like that. Nagini was the first, and now, Yuno Agatsuma is undergoing her 'test'." She said, "Then, the test..."

“It will definitely pass.”

Imhotep still didn't quite understand why his lover was involved in this.

Ansuna smiled calmly without explaining, and continued, "After passing the test, the child will unconsciously protect the 'group' that she has worked so hard to enter. When other 'prospective participants' suddenly appear, as a member of the group, guess what she will do?"

"Will she kill those who try to join her like she always did—" Ansuna looked at Imhotep: "Or will she join forces with Nagini to test those who are about to join her, just as Nagini tested her?"

"You have to understand that the change in ideology did not come from me or Nagini. They were centered around Mori Yuesha." Ansuna smiled modestly, "So, it's harder to detect. Isn't it?"

"In the future, she may want to kill someone again, but at that time, it will not be "killing everyone who approaches Mori Yuesha", but "reluctantly accepting those who are pleasing to the eye and have passed their test in the group", and then "get rid of those who are not pleasing to the eye." "

"From 'neither' to 'yes this, no that' - 'picky' is a great word, it happens to mean that you will accept something that you approve of, rather than rejecting it all."

"Look, something is changing..."

"Right?"

Imhotep looked at the woman who was as quiet and elegant as usual, watching her pick up the book again, turn to the page with the bookmark and read slowly; Imhotep seemed to be able to turn over the soil in the beautiful and quiet garden with his eyes, and see the highly rotten roots with black water flowing under every flower that exuded a sweet scent.

If you take a deep breath, the stench and decay will fill your nostrils.

Imhotep went around her long hair, hugged the woman and kissed her forehead.

Ansuna rolled her eyes at him: "I thought you would say something."

"You were like this three thousand years ago... I was wondering why you were so kind to teach Nagini and tease my wife Yuno. So that's how it is. You are guiding this matter." Imhotep smiled and shook his head. If Ansuna was really like her appearance, just a brave but foolish guard with strong skills, he would not fall in love with her.

He is deformed, so he falls in love with her whose deformity is even more difficult to detect.

Ansuna rubbed the man's face affectionately like a coquettish black cat.

"I am also helping Mori Yuesha deal with the problem. You know, our witch is a great fool who is worth following. There are some minor issues that we servants can handle."

"Don't make her unhappy about such trivial matters."

Small things…

Imhotep curled his lips secretly.

I hope you will think that killing Pharaoh together was a small matter.

"That...?" Ansuna laughed: "That's nothing." She turned her face and leaned against Imhotep, forehead to forehead, and their eyes silently conveyed silent and strong emotions to each other.

“That’s where it all started,” she said.

Arrietty leaned on Cookie's tail, feeling the dragon's tail wriggling carelessly, while also enjoying the soft waist massage.

Then, Jingjing grabbed a handful of dog food and stuffed it into her mouth.

Row.

"Looks like we're the only ones left, Big Cookie." Arrietty turned her head and said to the dozing dragon while chewing some dog food, "Would you like me to step on your forehead and go for a spin together?"

"A ride, do you know what a ride is? I guess you have never seen an airplane. You are much cooler than those big machines? If there is a chattering goblin on your forehead, and that goblin happens to be the leader of all goblins..."

"...What's more, she also likes you. She likes to step on your big and clumsy forehead with her noble feet and feel the wind all the time-"

"Isn't it a coincidence—"

"——Hey, hey, don't go..."

Cookie stood up indifferently and moved to another place, swinging his long tail flexibly and 'accidentally' hitting Arrietty's waist.

Snap——chi.

Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

The coral-colored leprechaun ball went accurately into the pocket.

The bag was full of greasy potato chips.

Chewing the original potato chips with dog food tastes like rotten liver. Just like the heart of Mori Yuesha's attendant: Ansuna - "The Legend of Witch Mori Yuesha: The Servant"

Chapter 131 The world gradually recovers

The sound of the piano in the music classroom pours out into the arms of a naked girl hugging a slanted-spout kettle.

The butterfly fluttered through the dust and light, landing in front of the glass window that was faintly vibrating with the sonata. The old doctor in the infirmary leaned against the back of the swivel chair and dozed off in the warm temperature. The butterfly looked at him and flew out of the room lightly.

Shizuka Hiratsuka was busy marking papers and didn't notice the colorful butterflies passing by. On the phone screen, a missed call from "Yono" was displayed; on the rooftop, a black-haired girl was reading an unknown novel and enjoying the leisure of the afternoon with the fading piano music; in the classroom downstairs, lazy students were looking around the desks and whispering.

Sleepiness enveloped the entire campus, which was as usual.

Eriri opened her eyes. The sound of reading aloud coming from the window woke up the golden kitten from its short sleep. The girl rubbed her face. Her body reacted before her brain woke up. She smoothed the folds of her skirt, pulled down her sleeves, and opened the hand mirror.

Two rare and precious blue gems appeared in the mercury mirror, her hair was a little curled, and her face was flushed.

Normal life, everything is and nothing is.

The sound of reading aloud continued, enveloping the heat of the earth in the afternoon, rising into the air along with the temperature and air flow.

'Old things are gone, they are the hotbed of love and hate.'

'When you regret missing something, will new life come?'

'The stream keeps flowing!'

'The stream keeps flowing.'

The girl turned her head and looked out the window thoughtfully.

The glass, which had been scribbled by the student on duty, was gray and hazy, with only the shining golden sunlight shining in. The shadow of the butterfly flashed by, and in the golden color, its originally colorful wings turned into two flattened and spread ripe wheat.

The air is humid, but the sound of reading continues.

'She knocked on your door while you were asleep.'

'She quietly placed the rose beside your pillow, with blood on her fingertips.'

'She tries to touch you, kiss you; she wants to find a place to live. Somewhere, in life, in all your personal belongings, your dressing gowns, your unspeakable underwear.'

'She said: My love, my love.'

'My love, my soul and the eternally steadfast delusion of justice.'

'The stream keeps flowing!'

'It flows.'

Aki Tomoya wiped his glasses. There were several latest comics on the table. His mother sent him a text message about dinner choices. His father happened to be on a business trip. Since they separated at the cinema that day, Mori Tsukisa has never contacted him again. The seat behind his sight was empty. Hasn't she come yet?

She is sad, right?

I…

is it wrong?

The student who recited the poem had a loud voice, but the poem became more and more tender and delicate.

'But you opened my windpipe with colored glass and drained my greed.'

'Greed and memory of you.'

'It is the greed for your sapphire eyes and your golden hair that shines like the sun; it is the memory of your smile and sorrow, pain and joy, embrace and departure.'

'They were all over the floor.'

'They are scattered all over the ground, and no one comes to clean them up. They are all secrets waiting to be trampled by dust and footsteps.'

'She said: No, it's not a constant stream.'

'At least not anymore.'

The creaking wooden door opened wide, and as class time approached, a glimpse of blackness drifted in. She was carrying the familiar bear backpack and humming a song. As she passed by, the first thing that came to her was the strong mint sweetness and the bland smell of grass roots.

She pulled out a chair and greeted herself and Aki Tomoya.

"Yeah, long time no see."

Mori Yuesha said.

Eriri stopped looking at the window and instead carefully looked at Mori Tsukisa with her peripheral vision, looking at her thick eyelashes and slender neck when she lowered her eyes. However, the poem kept drilling into her ears.

'All the mud can ferment seeds and orphans, or crawling maggots.'

'But you have to keep your distance from this,' she said.

'She said: You should be on the cloud.'

'In the fog, wind, thunder, snow, rainbows, lightning and all the beautiful, natural scenery.'

'It rains when you are sad.'

'I didn't find the umbrella until the pouring water put out the fire, until disappointment and despair filled hope. Until pain and death began to flow.'

'She said, wake up, weak and soft girl.'

'We will never meet again.'

'She said, let love and hate fight like this, fight like this. Let them tear each other apart, kill each other, rushing forward with their backs facing each other.'

'We have to follow along.'

'We'll never meet again.'

Ying Lili suddenly realized.

I don't know when the poetry and writing stopped.

"Mori..."

The girl felt a rustling sensation on her shoulder and turned her head. Aki Tomoya was looking at her worriedly.

"I say, what's wrong with you today, Miss?" She pushed up her glasses and held the spine of a book in her hand. "I was not in the right state the whole morning. And what are you reading?"

"Look at Mori—" Eriri blinked.

A limp little bear backpack was placed on the seat. The figure disappeared.

Outside the door, the ends of my hair just happened to slip away.

"Mori Yue——"

Eriri pushed the chair and Aki Tomoya away and chased after them in a panic.

The golden flower, the elegant noble lady, the young artistic genius who had never failed. Now she was a lost girl running wildly in the corridor. Eriri ignored the surprised looks around her and followed Mori Yuesha's footsteps.

The sound of piano is no longer heard from the empty music classroom. Was the door closed twenty seconds ago?

Ying Lili stood at the door and waited for a while.

Mori Tsuki…

She thought, how should I apologize...or say.

Pretend nothing happened?

Ying Lili, why are you chasing out in such a hurry?