Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"N-No, Ryuk, you said you would help me!!"

“Hahahahahaha!” The Grim Reaper’s cackling laughter was as piercing as a crow. “I lied to you, idiot.” He took a bite of the apple and looked at the electronic clock in the center of the hall. “What should I do? Light Yagami, you’ll die in 30 seconds.”

"No, there should only be 20 seconds left now."

"Don't you think you are a god?"

"Will a god die in a notebook?"

The sound of the death knell was very teasing.

Chapter 127 A Woman Who Despises Death

"The person whose name is written in the note will die in 40 seconds."

18 ...

17 ...

16 ...

In the face of death...

Light Yagami collapsed.

He pulled his hair and screamed wildly, then reached out to Misa Misa beside him as if he had grabbed the last straw.

"Misa!! You still have a lot of life left, right? Give me some, give it to me!! Ryuk, if you kill her, she has a lot... a lot of life left!!"

"I still need to transform this world. I haven't become a god yet—I can't die!!"

However, the deep voice of Death only read out decreasing numbers.

11 ...

10 ...

"I can't die...Father...Father!!"

Despair corrodes a living being, and the broken hope is sweet and delicious when it gradually goes to extinction, just like a red apple...

Ryuk licked his lips with his long tongue.

How sweet...Yagami Light, thank you for your dedication.

3 ...

2 ...

1 ...

Boom…boom boom.

Severe cramping pain.

Light Yagami finally felt it: he finally felt the pain that those lives had endured behind the names he had casually written. One person, ten people, thousands of people - from before to now, it turned out that they had been enduring such pain and dying?

Soichiro Yagami rushed over regardless of the obstruction of his men around him, knelt on the ground, and picked up his son.

"moon?!!"

"moon…"

Looking at his son's gradually drooping eyes, the serious director burst into tears.

"I…"

"is it wrong?"

Light Yagami tightly grasped his father's hand, breathing intermittently.

"I… am right."

"I am the righteous...Father."

"Father…"

Suddenly, a huge bell rang.

The distant and steady metallic humming sound spread throughout the world, as if announcing the failure of a mortal's ascension to godhood and the end of a splendid yet vicious story.

Goodbye, Light Yagami.

…………

……

With the death of Light Yagami, the case came to an end.

What awaits Misa Amane is life imprisonment.

On the rooftop, a blonde woman in a black dress swayed her legs outside the rooftop, looking down at the busy street 20 floors below.

“They are still quite humane.”

"Really?" Mori Yuesha took a towel and spread it on the edge of the rooftop, then sat down like a woman: "It can also let you get some fresh air."

Human touch?

Misa Amane smiled: "It's because L believes that I can't threaten you."

"Huh…?"

The breeze blew the golden willows, lifting her long hair, revealing a pair of clear and bright eyes.

"Well... Light Yagami has been using you. Actually, Misa knows it."

Misa Mie held her hair and nodded slightly.

"So what?" She leaned against the stone platform, letting the afterglow of the setting sun shine all over her face: "Use me, use my notes, or let me kill people—"

"You can kill me, too."

"Light Yagami... or rather, the appearance of Kira, has only prolonged my significance in this world."

"Ms. Mori Yuesa, I should have died a long time ago."

Misa Amane stretched lazily.

"I suddenly remembered our first meeting. To be honest, the coffee in that coffee shop is really bad...if they hadn't paid a lot of money." Misa Amane wrinkled her nose, revealing the cunning side of a girl: "What is Mori Yuesha doing over there?"

"Hmm...seems like fighting crime."

"It's really dangerous. Your dream is to be a SWAT officer?"

"He is a traveler."

Mori Yuesha held her chin up and looked at the blonde girl. In the afterglow of the setting sun, every strand of her hair glowed with golden light. She had upturned red lips that were neither too thick nor too thin, and a light silver earring poked out from between her hair.

She thought of Eriri.

Does that girl have a moment of silence and sadness? What is she doing at this moment?

Who will you think of?

Eriri...what a nuisance.

"Misa... do you want to travel with me?" Mori Tsukisa suddenly made an invitation that Misa Misa didn't understand. "Want to see how big the universe is?"

Without waiting for an answer, she stretched out her hand and a crystal clear ice flower formed in her palm.

The frost was melting in the sunlight with white steam.

Misa Mie was speechless.

"Mori Tsukisa..."

"Just as Misa saw it." Mori Yuesha crushed the flower with a 'crack' sound and invited again: "Would you like to travel with me? I want to let a certain golden-haired tablet know that you are much better than her——"

"Playing the stand-in joke is not a good girl. Besides, I am a criminal, Yuesha."

Mori Yuesa blinked, and harshness and viciousness emerged from her pretty and charming face.

"Criminal? What does that have to do with me? Hey, Nagini also ate a lot of people. Don't worry, if I want to take you away, no one can stop me."

Misa Amane stared blankly at the girl next to her.

"Mori Tsukisa..."

Then she smiled.

"Hahahaha... Mori Yuesa, you're so funny..."

Misa Amane covered her mouth, her shoulders shaking: "Haha... Mori Yuesha, it turns out that besides him, there are others who need me..."

"in this world…"

Flocks of birds flew in a square formation overhead, buzzing away.

Night is approaching and the temperature is getting cooler.

"So... what's Misa's answer?"

Misa Amane smiled and shook her head, then raised her hand and rubbed Mori Yuesa's fluffy head.

"no need."

She pursed her red lips and said with curved eyes: "No need, Mori Yuesha."

"The stand-in joke is not nice. But... Miss Yuesha is actually this kind of person—"

Misa Mi raised her index finger, the straight and slender tip of which was stained with a hint of cardamom.

Then, bend your fingers a little bit...

bending.

"…misa, I don't understand what you are doing."

Misa Amane glanced at her meaningfully, as if to say: Stop pretending, you're already so bent.

——When girls look at other girls, they won’t stare at one place.

——And that place is not the face.

whispering sound.

Mori Tsukisa pouted.

Misa Amane joked while admiring the straightforward and passionate girl next to her.

Her fresh and lively vitality infects everything around her with every breath.

she…

How beautiful.

pity…

An indescribable tear fell into the hem of her skirt.

"That's it. Traveling... maybe next time, Mori Tsukisa."

"I'm much prettier than that mortal... He doesn't know what's good." Mori Yuesha muttered as she stood up and patted her butt. "Then, shall I go?"

The blonde woman with her back turned back and smiled: "Well, goodbye, Mori Yuesha."

"And...thank you."

The iron door of the balcony was pushed open, and Nagini folded her hands on her belly, not knowing how long she had waited and how much she had heard.

"It's time to eat, Master. We have red bean cake today."

"Okay! Red Bean Cake is dead!"

Nagini patted her forehead, pulled her back, and slowly smoothed Mori Yuesha's hair and clothes: "Where is Miss Misa?"

Misaki Sand…

The master and servant looked towards the balcony where the afterglow was fading.

No one is empty.