Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The idea I had expressed to Mori Yuesha before, "I don't want to rashly come into contact with a power I don't understand," became a bubble after I picked up Akane Minakawa's mask. After being trapped by the mask and the organizer's strange abilities, I couldn't think of a way to escape with my mortal body and brain.

Miss Rabbit said: "No living person can leave the masquerade." Is it a threat...

Kasumigaoka Utaha is pessimistic.

Modern organizations usually use interests and rules to bind members within the organization, and use the serious consequences of betrayal to restrain and deter subordinates - just thinking about the fantasy version will make it even more troublesome.

It would be impossible for the organizer to stop those weirdos who were eager for chaos simply by threats and intimidation - before his arrival, someone must have proved his control at the cost of blood.

Therefore, just being a “contact person” is not enough.

She must truly enter that strange world, or at least enter the "origin", before she can find a way to escape from the ball.

To become strong.

In the face of such a strange dilemma, order or chaos no longer matters. Instead of thinking about which side is better, it is better to choose the side that can make her stronger and get out of the ball as soon as possible.

Poor people are not qualified to be picky. Some people may be picky and slightly mean, but she can't.

She wants to live.

Therefore, after getting the so-called ritual object, the girl rented a short-term hotel for experimentation and lamented that she had "too few friends".

The ink used in that red pen is his own blood.

It seems that only itself can see the words it writes in the air.

"Peeper (Prerequisite I):

"I'll give you a secret."

"Pleasure, gain."

Kasumigaoka Utaha calmly opened the portable medical kit she had prepared, took out the alcohol and cotton balls, but found that there was not a single wound on her palm. Except for the thin calluses on her joints when she occasionally used a signature pen to sort out her logic on paper, it was just an ordinary young woman's hand.

The pen seemed to draw her blood out of thin air.

Please...

She held her chin and looked at the blood-red words floating faintly in front of her.

"I'll give you a secret."

——Any kind of secret is fine?

No, if it is known to many people, it is not a secret.

then…

Please, gain.

——Who to please?

Probably chaos or order or god or devil... Tsk. The trouble is, she doesn't know whether this pen is closer to order or chaos...

The Internet works, and she certainly knows that these two opposing words are just like the two sides of a coin.

What pleases order may not necessarily please chaos.

otherwise…

——"Pleasure, gain."

on the other hand:

No please, no gain.

The consequences of failing to please are obvious.

If all rituals are so weird, vague and idealistic, it's no wonder that so few people succeed.

Compared to them, my 'problem' is relatively simple.

Please please...

secret…

We also have to ensure the accuracy of the "secret".

This kind of thing must never be heard from others.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed.

The puzzle was too vague for her to judge. Rather than saying that the givers of order and chaos had clear logic and a clear mind, it was better to say that they were all lucky.

Yes, luck is needed.

Because it's a gamble no matter how you look at it.

Give questions without any clues, lure the test takers to think and hesitate, and then, after discovering that there is no possibility of solving the question, tense up their nerves in despair and make a desperate attempt.

What a bad taste.

After all, who knows which of the two secrets, 'a secret that could subvert the state' or 'my sister cheated on her husband', is more palatable.

Maybe it's the latter.

If she were a god, she would choose the latter.

After watching the mortal finally get the "secret about subverting the country" and write it down in ecstasy, he mischievously told him: "I prefer the secret about your sister cheating on you."

That expression must be very interesting.

Kasumigaoka Utaha rolled her burgundy eyes.

Secrets that are interesting, valuable, and absolutely guaranteed to be correct.

——Most of the secrets she can know at her age come from gossip between girls, but the source of this secret is not what Kasumigaoka Utaha wants.

First of all, she doesn't have many friends.

Secondly, gossip… well, most of it is fake.

In fact, when she saw the prerequisites for the ceremony, her first reaction was to write:

The secret that "Mori Tsukisa is a ritualist".

嗏

She was also worried that something unexpected would happen that would implicate Mori Yuesha. If it leaked out, Mori Yuesha would be in trouble.

That silly little school girl protected herself during the fog incident.

This secret cannot be written down.

Kasumigaoka Utaha carefully followed the two figures in front of her, falling not too far away.

The secret still depends on yourself.

——In the afternoon, not far from the cinema.

She was stalking a man and a woman.

Compared to hearsay, seeing with one's own eyes is more reliable. She plans to collect as many secrets as possible during this period of time, and finally select them one by one.

She lowered her head against the wall, and with her peripheral vision she vaguely followed the man and woman cuddling together in the distance.

"Going to...the cinema?"

"Shouldn't you be at the company?"

Kasumigaoka Utaha followed carefully with the pen in her pocket.

Behind her, two pairs of eyes followed her movements.

Chapter13 Don’t be afraid, face it head-on!

"That is…"

"Long-legged senior?"

……

Mori Tsukisa grabbed Eriri and flew down from the waist of the tower. After landing in an empty place, she called Hiratsuka Shizuka - she flew away during lunch break and was now in class.

"Eri was sick and I took her to the hospital."

——The reason for skipping classes was illness.

'hehe. ’

——The reason why Hiratsuka Shizuka didn’t believe it was Morizuki Sa.

"Let Eriri answer the phone."

Compared to Mori Yuesa, Sawamura, the good girl in the high school department, can make Hiratsuka Shizuka trust her more.

"Ahem...Hiratsuka-sensei."

Eriri glared at Mori Yuesa while answering the phone.

'Are you ill?'

"…I am sick."

'Is it serious? What happened?'

"I have a cold and feel a little dizzy. I asked Mori Yuesa to take me to the hospital."

'Do you want me to contact your family?'

"No, no, no, no, that's fine, I'll be back soon after I finish."

The girl who had zero credit with Shizuka Hiratsuka was very envious of the guy in front of her who had full credit. After hanging up the phone, the two of them started wandering around the street (shopping).

"That's how your credit is used up time and time again." If you're late, just be late. Why say something like, 'I won't go back if I'm late anyway'?

Oh.

Then why would you agree to it?

"I'm keeping an eye on you!" Eriri spread out two fingers, tapped her own eyes, and then tapped Mori Yuesa's: "To prevent you from going crazy in some bad place."

It's definitely not to spend more time alone with you.

"Eri is so insidious and cunning."

"You don't even know how to compliment others." Ying Lili looked at her with disdain and quietly moved over there, with their shadows sticking together.

Mori Yuesha retorted: "I'm praising you for being smart."

"When praising someone, you should use the word idiot in a positive sense."

"Hmm... Eriri's brain is really... a compliment."

"You must be doing it on purpose."

"Well, you have really slim breasts."

"You just did it on purpose."

"Hehe, girls will be happy when they are praised for being slim. Eriri is really a weirdo."

Eriri was furious: "After lunch, you dragged me around like a human roller coaster. I finally got back to the ground from such a high iron tower, and then I was 'forced' to skip classes and wander around the streets with you - I'm a weirdo?!"

Mori Yuesha didn't answer.

She suddenly moved closer to Eriri - face to face, eyes meeting eyes. The trembling blue eyes, and the fragments of sunlight reflected from the blue sea were all captured in the other pair of eyes.

"What are you doing, you you you..."

The next moment, the distance between them suddenly widened.

Mori Yuesha has her hands behind her back and is facing away from the sun.

"So Eriri is the weird one."

“What did you say…!”

"I, I, I didn't say anything."

The parrot's teasing really made the golden-haired stutterer angry and embarrassed, and he suddenly felt a tugging sensation on the corner of his clothes.