Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

When the math teacher passed by, she pretended to be dignified and smiled sweetly, nodded and greeted him. After seeing the teacher off, the girl's face was once again filled with confusion.

…What on earth was I thinking.

Take a deep breath and let it out slowly.

Or... let's see if Mori Yuesa is okay.

She must be very sad.

Knock—knock.

No one answered.

Knock-knock-knock.

The knock on the door woke up the old doctor next door. The bald old man opened the door a crack in a daze, stuck his head out and looked out.

"ah…?"

Ying Lili smiled awkwardly, stood closer to the classroom door, and called her in a low voice.

"Mori, Mori Yuesa. Ahem... are you there?"

I saw her coming in...

Are you mad at me?

Knock—knock.

"Mori..." Eriri turned the handle gently. It was not locked, and it opened with a click.

The classroom was facing the sun and was a bit stuffy. The special floor was wiped clean and bright. In addition to the music stand and a violin left by some careless student, there was a black grand piano standing in a corner.

Eriri blinked and walked into the music room.

No one is empty.

Invisible purple energy swept through the place the girl couldn't see. After a few seconds, the magic power that filled the room quickly dissipated and disappeared without a trace.

"Mori Tsukisa?"

I saw her coming in...

Ying Lili stamped her feet and left with a puzzled look on her face.

Interlude: Mortals ascend to godhood

Chapter 1 Kathmandu and the Little Swindler

Kathmandu, the largest city in Nepal, is located in the Kathmandu Valley, at the confluence of the Ti and Bhindi rivers.

Surrounded by mountains, the high altitude and the location on the southern slope of the Himalayas provide a natural barrier to block the cold winds from the north. The city is greeted by the warm currents from the Indian Ocean to the south, which is a unique geographical environment.

A hodgepodge of tradition and modernity, with numerous temples scattered among the simple slums, and even not far away are luxury hotels, restaurants and high-end gift shops that are only for foreign tourists.

I wonder what those skinny, dirty children think of this incident. Maybe they are happy.

After all, for the child, if every tourist was as kind as the sister who just left, his mother would not have to wander the streets in revealing clothes late at night so often.

"You're wasting your money, girl."

The man who was talking had gray hair, which was tied into a curled tail at the back of his head. With his high brows and nose, his age made him look steady and mature. He was wearing the common yellow monk's robe - it was everywhere in Kathmandu, but not exactly the same as theirs.

The tailoring has a slightly more fashionable feel, and the slope of the neckline is obviously carefully designed; the waist is wrapped around it several times neatly, making the whole person look particularly tall and straight, with boots on his feet and a few pieces of thick cloth woven with golden runes on his waist.

It's the end of summer and the tip of autumn, the air is fresh and the sky is blue. It's far away from the city yet in the modern world, which makes Mori Yuesha very satisfied.

"I pay for my mood. You don't understand, Xiaobai, how lucky I am to be randomly sent to a world with modern processes instead of being thrown directly into the wilderness or the middle of the endless sea. That little money is nothing..."

This time the dart hit Hyundai.

"Xiaobai?" The man who led the way raised his eyebrows. "I am at least 20 or 30 years older than you." The girl had an oriental face and looked younger, even though her figure... The man glanced down and quickly looked away.

Even so, he is just a "child" who has developed "too well".

What is her relationship with the Sorcerer Supreme?

"Is that what you usually call her?"

Two porters passing by were struggling to carry luggage, with deep spots on their shoulders from sweat. An American with a big belly led his three kids and his wife, walking around with ice cream in his hands. There was no shortage of tourists on this street, and most of them focused their attention on the strange-looking pagoda-style buildings and the ugly Buddha statues in front of the doors.

Anyway, it doesn't quite fit Mori Yuesha's aesthetic.

"You should call her that too." The man said, "Master Ancient One, or the Supreme Sorcerer. Child, do you know the Supreme Sorcerer?"

A few days ago, Master Ancient One specially summoned him - time, place, personality traits, and then... he found this girl.

The man had never heard that the Supreme Sorcerer had such a young relative.

"Aw... abandoned children are very pitiful, Xiaobai." Mori Yuesha said with a drooping face: "I was raised by homeless people since I was a child. Trash cans and hot dog shops on the street were my parents. Until I was taken away by a welfare agency, I still couldn't get out of the nightmare of my childhood..."

Tourists from different countries have created a wide variety of exotic cuisines in Kathmandu, which are dazzling and dazzling. India, Italy, France, Mexico, Japan, including Nepal, etc., are definitely a paradise for foodies.

The road they are walking on now is the food street area - Durbar Marg in Thamel.

Fortunately, the man didn't plan to walk side by side with Mori Yuesha, so he didn't see the frustrated girl's face full of eagerness, her nose wrinkled, looking around, her eyes never left the stalls on the street that were steaming and fragrant...

"Sorry." He looked ahead and paused: "For your childhood..."

“It’s okay.” She sniffed in a coquettish manner, her eyes rolling around: “I don’t know mom...what does Master Ancient One want me for...She obviously doesn’t want me…” She snorted from time to time, making the girl’s light words drowned out by the hustle and bustle of the streets.

But the man still listened to the general idea.

The middle-aged wizard walked forward with his back straight, and at this moment, his face was indescribable.

The Ancient One…

…’s daughter?

No, no, right?

incredible.

Mori Yuesha took a deep breath, taking in the scent of cinnamon and the spicy taste of the soup, and then said, "Even if...even if she doesn't recognize me." The girl's painful voice was incomplete: "She doesn't recognize me...but just gives me some money to get rid of me..."

"I'd better go back to the orphanage..."

If a younger person was a little more fussy, he would have heard the flaw in the girl's words - but this wizard, who was nearly middle-aged but still elegant and handsome, did not seem to think that way: she was just a child, it was normal for her not to be surprised to hear the title of 'wizard'.

Abandoned... What a difficult childhood she must have had. If my child were still...

Probably as big as her.

The man gritted his teeth, wondering whether he should "overstep" his authority and say a few words to Master Ancient One. At least, at least keep the child. They have the ability and means to let her live a better life - at least better than the orphanage, better than living with those young, fanatical, and confused hooligans wandering the streets.

She is so beautiful, it would be dangerous for her to be left outside alone.

The man turned his head silently and looked at the girl behind him. She followed him like his little tail, trembling, but her face was so young and cute...

No, it is really dangerous to be alone outside. How did this child get to Kathmandu? Wasn't he kidnapped by human traffickers?

"I've been here since I opened my eyes." The poor girl pouted, and tears seemed to be about to fall from the corners of her eyes.

The man's voice became gentler. He tried his best to hide the contempt and coldness in his usual tone, and used the few charcoal fires to gently warm the girl who had an unfortunate childhood and might soon be coldly criticized by her own mother.

"Don't be afraid, child. That's magic." He said gently, "The other side of the world, the magical realm. Your mother..." The man paused and said, "Anyway, we will take good care of you. Maybe you can learn a few tricks. You must have this talent."

"Magic?" The girl blinked her big eyes, stretched out her hand and gently tugged at the man's robe, pulling out a small tip: "Can I...can I learn it?"

"Is it the kind of magic that flies around and makes ice cream?"

The man finally turned around with a flick of his gray hair, and slowly squatted down towards her, smiling: "It's both, and it's neither. Your past is over, and from now on, we will take good care of you."

He stretched out his hand tentatively, and when he saw that the girl did not dodge but just stared at him intently, he carefully touched her hair.

Soft, fluffy long hair.

He signaled with his eyes: "Look, we are here."

A very ordinary courtyard, with a broken wooden door just like those of the local residents.

"bring it on."

Chapter 2 Ms. Photon

The wall is made of inconspicuous red bricks, and the gray, broken wooden door creaks when pushed.

There is a different world inside.

Men and women dressed in more complicated monk costumes bowed and saluted, and the gentle man led Mori Yuesha straight in.

"Master Casillas." They bent over.

White smoke rose from the incense burner, and the fragrance of sage lingered in the hall.

From the outside, it looks like a run-down one-bedroom house facing the street, but once you step inside, it is the size of several football fields.

The ground was paved with clean stone slabs, with a few fallen leaves here and there. The pillars were made of unknown wood, with incomprehensible runes carved on them; the brass ornaments and the complex patterns of the gold-leaf wallpaper extended to the end of the corridor.

Mori Yuesha jumped around like a little rabbit without any stage fright. Several older mages gradually gathered around her.

"She is the one the Supreme Sorcerer is looking for?"

The man with a long beard and glasses was much older than Casillas. In Mori Yuesha's opinion, anyone who was not handsome looked old. He walked over with a smile, his hands in his sleeves. The long light blue sleeves hung down to his waist.

He looked at Casillas, then at Mori Yuesha who was tugging at his clothes anxiously.

"Don't worry, kid." The same gentle tone, as if these people were afraid of frightening Mori Yuesha: "We mean no harm...Want a glass of orange juice?"

The eyes behind the lenses were different from Casillas' cold and unruly ones. They were gentle and kind, just like Alia's grandmother.

"My name is Hamir, what's your name, kid?"

Mori Yuesha timidly grabbed the corner of Casillas' robe and refused to let go, with half of her body hiding behind him, with only her head showing.

"I... am Nobita Nobi." She said in a very low voice, looking at the young men and women around her who were equally curious without leaving any trace: "...Where is my mother?"

As soon as he finished speaking, everyone was in an uproar.

'I was wondering why he looked so familiar!'

"Don't pull it, Master Mage, you don't have any hair..."

'You can shave your hair.'

"What about her figure? How do you explain her figure?"

'The Sorcerer Supreme is a flat...'

"You'd better watch your words. You're going to be on a mission next month. You don't have to worry about anything now, do you?"

The young boys who were practicing here didn't dare to come over, but a group of women came closer chattering, and regardless of Casillas' murderous look and Hamil's cough, they surrounded Mori Yuesha affectionately.

"Look at her skin - and, my God, her eyes, they are so beautiful..."

"What brand are the clothes? Has the child been abandoned?"

"Shh..."

"Can I touch your waist?"

——This is the most excessive request. Mori Yuesha smiled and twisted her body to avoid the dirty hands of these aunties...even the woman behind her tapped her huge thing like lightning——

"Ahem - almost, almost done." Hamil coughed hard a few times, and the eyes behind the lenses forced away these helpless women - how should I put it, Kamar-Taj hasn't had such a young child for many years, and so beautiful and cute...

Who does not like.

"You're Nobi Nobita, right? When you're done, come to my room. My name is Liangele, A3114, and I have a lot of delicious honey cakes hidden away."

"I have a lot of notes on spells. Later--"

"Is your mother the Sorcerer Supreme? Little one, she is very rich. Remember to ask her for child support - at least this amount."

"I have a magic weapon. Do you know what a magic weapon is?"