Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The manager in charge of the team wore a black suit and a light blue patterned tie. He was holding a notebook and walking around the yard with Alia, occasionally lowering his head to record something.

"TV, um, these are... um, see."

As the team leader and manager, he has to confirm the status of all moved items before the move and keep these records on file to prevent any disputes later.

On the other hand, if there is any need for inquiry in the future, the inquirer can quickly find every business of the company according to the year, time and place.

Mori Yuesha followed Aaliya around the room.

Agatsuma Yuno was wearing a black dress, like an exquisite human-shaped pendant. She held Mori Yuesa's thin arm and walked around with her, causing the children who were making trouble in the yard to laugh secretly.

"Oh, I heard you're living together. Sister Yuesha is awesome! She's worthy of being a woman from the Pink Scarf Orphanage!"

"I don't see you wanting to stick together all the time."

"Miko is the eternal god!"

Mori Yuesa helped count the supplies and didn't hear the children's whispers.

Yuno Agatsuma listened to all these fragmented words.

I laughed so happily afterwards.

What a group of cute little guys. They look much better this way.

Next time I go shopping, I can buy them some toys they like.

Even though she thought so, it did not stop the girl from continuing to hang on Mori Yuesha.

More than two hours later, after finishing the recording and moving, the people from the orphanage followed the moving truck and prepared to leave for their new home. Considering Mori Yuesha's lazy and trouble-averse nature, Alia wisely did not mention taking the children on the subway.

Instead, he took care of the youngest children himself, and asked Mori Tsukisa and my wife Yuno to take a few more into a taxi respectively.

The rest was left to Miko and the boy named Oishi.

The destination is Jingumae in Shibuya District.

"In front of the shrine? Are the guests going to take the children shopping?"

The driver, who seldom spoke to passengers, could not help laughing at the amusement of the kids, so he chatted with Mori Yuesha while waiting for the red light.

"It's a new home! The new home my sister prepared for us!"

The boy next to Mori Yuesa rushed to speak, raising his little fleshy hands above his head as if answering a question.

The boys, who had just entered primary school, began to talk more and more. Besides, children from orphanages were very independent and not stage-shy. These children had already been chatting with the driver for a long time.

"A new home? In front of the shrine?"

The driver listened to the little boy's chatter while paying attention to the road conditions. He also exclaimed in a half-truthful way: "What an amazing place. Your sister must be very capable to rent a house for you in front of the shrine."

That's a place where every inch of land is valuable.

As the car got closer to its destination, more exquisite cafes and restaurants appeared, and the whole street became more and more lively.

"Rent a house?"

Hearing what the driver said, the little boys looked at each other and said, "No, it's my sister's own house. We have one, two, three, four..."

The little boy counted the number of people on his fingers. The driver did not interrupt him. He listened to the clear voices of several children coming from the back seat with an amused look on his face.

"Oops, you counted wrong!"

"No, no, I counted Alia."

"There's clearly thirteen at the end, hurry up and count again!"

Mori Yuesa tilted her head with the side of her forehead pressed against the car window.

The warm sunshine shone on her face, and the fashionable men and women passing by passed by her eyes. The noisy sounds in her ears made her heart soften more and more.

These are the children she cares about, and they are also her family.

The car stopped on the side of the road. Mori Yuesha paid the money and asked the children to wait in the car until she got out and opened the back door, then supervised the two little kids running down the car one by one.

"The math genius is safe! Calling Alya and Miko!"

The boy who counted incorrectly put his palm to his mouth, making a trumpet shape, and shouted at the car behind him.

Mori Yuesa pointed at the four-story building behind her with amusement.

"Here we are, we have arrived at our new home."

Several children looked up in the direction of Mori Yuesha's finger.

"Wow!! It's so huge! Several times bigger than the orphanage!"

"Of course! That's my sister's house, uncle, what do you think? We didn't lie to you, did we?"

The driver rolled down the window, and the brief chat gave him a chance to take a look at the detached villa.

Although single-family houses are not expensive in Japan, the prerequisite is to see where they are located.

Jingumae in Shibuya, Tokyo... This is one of the largest commercial streets in Tokyo.

The children seemed only to be amazed at the size of the house, but the driver understood how much it would cost to buy such a tiny house in this area close to Harajuku and Shinjuku - at least it would take decades of savings for an office worker like him.

Not to mention the location, overlooking the wealthy area Omotesando, and very close to Meiji Jingu Shrine and Yoyogi Park.

"Hi! Thank you."

After seeing off the driver, Mori Tsukisa and the other boys waited for the moving company's truck. A few minutes later, Alia and my wife Yuno arrived with the children.

"Come here, come here." Mori Yuesha took over Alia's work, gathered the children in front of her, and counted their names one by one: "I'm really worried that a few more will be lost after we get off the bus."

"How could that be? I'm a man who went to Osaka alone!"

A group of little guys were making a lot of noise.

The boy who called himself a man did so because he watched a boring TV series: the plot in which a rich second-generation looked for his biological father took place in Osaka.

So it's clear what happened.

At that time, Alia was so anxious that she asked the police to find him. Then she rarely cried and spanked him.

This matter was laughed at for a long time by other orphan girls, but the boy did not take it seriously and continued to do his own thing, calling himself "the man walking alone in Osaka".

Abbreviated as Osaka Man.

Mori Yuesa hopes that when he grows up he will still remember this shameful name and be proud of it.

"So, this is it?"

The manager of the moving company followed Mori Yuesa to the front of the building, took out a notebook and wrote down the detailed address.

"It's right here. Please."

Mori Yuesha extended her index finger to match the fingerprint, and the black lock surface opened with a click.

The manager seemed to speak much more softly than he did at the orphanage, and even looked a little humble in his respect.

He bent down slightly to make himself look not too taller than Mori Yuesa, then said with a smile: "No problem, I'll let them start working now."

Mori Yuesa didn't pay much attention, nodded, and then waved to her family members behind her.

Like a little tour guide holding a flag.

"Come on, kids, we have arrived at your new home."

Chapter 60 Getting by

“Hahahahaha!! This sofa is so soft!!”

"Come on! Let's duel! I am the lone wolf hidden in the darkness!"

The boys rushed to the sofa and carpet and rolled around, touching and looking here and there with great curiosity.

The girls on the other side were much more reserved, but they couldn't hide the envy in their eyes. They opened their eyes wide and looked carefully at the place where they would live in the future.

Next to her, Yuno Agatsuma continued to serve as a gauze ornament, hugging her arm.

She looked at the environment and suddenly said, "Is this still an orphanage? Why do I feel like this is a training center for little rich people?"

"When these children grow up, they will feel very unbalanced, right? They have lived in such a luxurious place since they were young, but when they grow up, they can only move out and rent a house in the suburbs with a meager salary."

Alia, who was standing by, heard the voice and smiled knowingly. She did not explain but pointed at Mori Yuesha.

Mori Yuesa smiled slyly, pulled Yuno and Alia, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window on the first floor, gently pulled open the curtains, and pushed open the glass door.

Outside the door is an open-air garden.

As she walked in, she explained, "If someone grew up wealthy and didn't make progress, and ended up being so destitute that he started to resent the orphanage that raised him for giving him such a good environment... I don't need to consider such a person."

"I deposit part of the revenue from the comics into Alia's account on time every month. In addition to the necessities of life, rewards for excellent test scores and helping Alia, such as brand-name shoes, high-end food and even luxury goods-"

"There's none of that here in Alia."

Mori Yuesha raised her head and looked at the lush green tree in the garden. She walked closer and put her palm on it, stroking the rough bark.

The uneven tree trunk has gone through decades of growth and is hard to the touch.

"Alia is her grandmother and I am her elder sister, but neither of us is her father or mother - there is no such thing in our orphanage. Therefore, the children have always known how to be grateful and content. This is thanks to Alia's education."

She explained with her back to Yuno.

"You know what? When I was a kid."

Mori Yuesha raised her head, staring at the tree in a daze, and her ethereal voice floated by: "I envy those little girls wearing white bubble skirts, combing their hair delicately, wearing expensive hairpins, sitting elegantly on the piano bench and playing Adeline by the Water."

"Then, her parents would laugh like idiots, stand by and clap their hands happily, and kiss her on the face."

"That's something I've been envious of for a long time."

Alia walked out in silence, leaving room for the two to talk.

"But I'm an orphan, I have no parents, and I have no money. I can only rely on my sister's status to snatch charcoal pencils from the children and draw Arya on the ground. In the first three years after I was adopted, I didn't even dare to ask my parents to buy paint."

Mori Yuesha said: "So I come back often and buy them all kinds of delicious food and fun things. In the eyes of others, this may be considered as spoiling the children, but I just want to give them the best life. Let Alia worry about the rest."

"After all, I'm still young, still a growing girl. If I worry too much, I'll get old."

Agatsuma Yuno looked at Mori Tsukisa tenderly and said, "You are a bit like their mother."

"Of course, those are all my cubs!" Mori Yuesha put on her smile again, opened her arms, closed her eyes, and breathed in the scent of the grass in the garden.

Suddenly, Mori Yuesha whispered: "My wife Yuno, do you like me?"

The soft words were carried gently by the breeze into Yuno Agatsuma's ears.

In an instant, the grass and trees were silent, the wind stopped, and the clouds ceased.

Agatsuma Yuno stared at Mori Yuesa's back in a daze, her fists clenched tightly. She knew that her next answer would be a line between life and death.

“Ha, haha…How could Yuesha—”

"Why would you ask this question?" Mori Yuesha's voice was as ethereal as a mirage, emerging from the branches of the ancient tree: "Shouldn't that crazy girl be aware of it?"

"I've been through so many things recently, so many unexpected situations. I don't have time to calm down and think about it. Since the end of Tojo Aoi, where has my love gone?"

On the day of the breakup, Tojo Aoi's condescending look was still vivid in Mori Yuesha's mind.

It was a look of contempt and disdain...like looking at something ugly and disgusting.

She seemed to have said something, but also seemed not to have said anything. From the shape of her lips, Mori Yuesa smelled the smell of blood.

Probably: dirty and disgusting.

The person who once clenched his hand tightly loosened his grip.

Has she really become hideous?

No, Mori Yuesha would only feel deep regret and nostalgia.

Agatsuma Yuno bit her lips until they turned pale, and pretended to be relaxed: "You are wrong, Yuesa. You think too much, we are the same gender."

Mori Yuesa turned around and looked at Agatsuma Yuno calmly.

People like Mori Tsukisa who make judgments purely based on intuition are exactly the kind of people that Agatsuma Yuno has the most trouble with.

This was not her original plan - perhaps in one, three, or five years, the gradually growing ambiguity and the slowly strolling life would naturally allow the two of them to support each other and move forward without words.

Long-term companionship is the biggest killer for people like Mori Yuesha.