Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The bread is soft and a piece of bacon is pressed on it; cut fresh fruit and pour salad on it; put the soft-boiled eggs into the egg dish one by one, and when eating, use a spoon to crack the eggshell, cut off the top, sprinkle a little salt and pepper, and roll the toast in it.

“A perfect morning.”

She talked to herself, pinching two strands of black hair between her fingers and tucking them back behind her ears. The woman wrapped in the sweet scent and warm light had an inexplicable gentleness and charm.

Following the elongated silhouette and the humming tune, I saw a pair of fluffy bear slippers. The slender and white heels were exposed; going up, along the tight and elegant leg lines, all the way up to the hips and waist.

——The clean, thin, white neck was illuminated by the golden light, revealing a layer of almost invisible fluff, and scattered, untied long hair was sticking out in a sloppy manner. Thus, the seemingly calm and gentle back had a bit more playful movement.

The bright gold is not a spotlight, and the marble floor of the kitchen is not a stage for everyone to see. The arm muscles pull the ten flexible fingers not to put them on the cello strings, but to flow out the chaotic melody of the slight collision of dishes and utensils.

In the early morning of an ordinary life, this is the chord that Nagini plays repeatedly.

It's much more interesting than standing in the center of the stage.

——But today, everything is different.

The woman hummed a song and closed the cabinet door below with her calves hooked together. A sound that had rarely been heard recently came from the miniature speaker above her head.

"The master should like you the way you are now."

Hera said with a smile. If there was one thing that he wanted to hide, the only one he couldn't hide was her, and besides, they didn't need to hide anything from each other.

"She likes me whatever I am."

Nagini looked up at the speaker on the wall. The sunlight shone through the glass, casting a brilliant line on her chin.

Perhaps because of some changes, after becoming a real 'woman', Hera also noticed that she was different from before.

"Is it the temperament?"

"You rarely ask questions, Hera."

The maid lowered her head and fiddled with the platter. Her mood today was like the fruit on the plate, bright and clear after being sprinkled with water, and the colors became more colorful when hit by the light.

Put it in your mouth, and the sweetness compressed in the flesh will explode in your heart.

"I can see that you are in a good mood."

The maid responded softly.

"You don't know everything."

"So I warned you before you started making breakfast that my wife Yuno and Asa won't be getting up early in the morning."

Nagini curled her lips without any cold makeup glaze, and her smile never disappeared throughout the morning.

"I know, let them sleep a little longer."

She didn't originally make it for Mori Tsukisa and Kazuma Yuno.

Nagini fiddled with the kitchen utensils slowly and tapped the edge of the plate lightly: "It's for them."

Ansuna, Imhotep and Arrietty.

Perhaps because she got what she wanted, the variety of breakfast became more varied. Before this, Mori Yuesha did not get up, but the remaining servants did not have this treatment - Hera had the data to prove it.

"To thank Ansuna."

Nagini muttered silently.

Thank you Teacher Ansuna for leaving decisively last night.

Hera couldn't help but tease, "How surprising. How about throwing you a celebration party?"

"Snakes don't make that distinction, Hera."

Nagini picked up the plate and walked to the dining room, chatting with Hera non-stop: "Don't make it too awkward, can't you just pretend it never happened?"

"In fact, we had a small meeting yesterday." Hera paused, his tone full of teasing: "While you were busy."

忙…

Before Nagini could ask back, she continued:

"I'm curious. You and Asa did a lot of intimate things. Yesterday..."

"Are you hesitating?"

actually…

Yes.

Nagini gave an extremely affirmative answer in her heart.

but…

She didn't want to talk about this with an artificial intelligence, and Nagini didn't think Hera could understand her own contradictory feelings.

"Perhaps I know Asa better than you do."

"With your database and those messy codes?"

"That's right."

There was a hint of urgency in Hera's steady voice.

"If you want, you can tell me about yesterday—"

"Sorry, this topic is over." Nagini refused immediately. How to say that she had been trembling with the key all night yesterday like a car that wouldn't start?

The maid touched her slightly red and hot face, ignored the curious artificial intelligence lady, and concentrated on arranging the platter at hand.

Turn off the heat and transfer the frying pan to a serving plate.

Serve.

"Good morning, Hera. Please inform those who are awake to eat breakfast soundly and not wake the master."

Nagini set the table and took off her apron.

A pair of long legs with red marks from pinching were exposed to the air.

She got up in a hurry and put on only a loose T-shirt made by Mori Tsukisa. Since she was taller than the owner of the shirt, her long legs were exposed.

The traces are very obvious.

"I finally know why there were so many noises yesterday."

Hera let out a clear laugh, but suppressed it to a level that only the two of them could hear. The maid glared at the disembodied voice, and after cleaning the smell off her body, she sniffed her palm carefully.

Then, facing the bright light outside the window, he stretched lazily.

The graceful silhouette fell on the reflective floor tiles.

"Do you want me to tell Ansuna that she will take care of lunch?"

Nagini walked lazily towards the bedroom in her slippers.

"No, I'll get up." The main reason was that the food Ansuna cooked was really inedible. The last time she invited (forced) Imhotep to eat a whole plate of curry, the high priest hated Indians from then on.

The maid gently opened the door.

Except for the silence where only breathing can be heard.

There is also a mess full of spring.

The stuffy air was filled with the lingering, strong smell of hormones, pink stretched out, black curled up. Mori Yuesha rested her head on the other's flat belly, her cheeks and nose tip were flushed.

Hera stopped talking.

Nagini tiptoed into the room and turned off the light outside the door.

Chapter 32 The little rabbit pounding medicine

It must be admitted that Mori Yuesa is not shy about certain things that are generally considered to be shameful, and the maid who looks so satisfied that she gets up late at noon and makes lunch to prevent the murderous chef Ansuna from hurting innocent people is even less so.

The two people didn't care much about the teasing looks, only Agatsuma Yuno sat on the sofa with her head down; on the left was the maid who was not embarrassed and well-fed, and on the right was Mori Popo who was energetic and radiant.

She was still somewhat dazed.

Her hair was in a mess, and she was staring blankly at the lunch on the table. Yesterday, she was stimulated by the sudden appearance of Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri, and she did something impulsive...

Now, I don’t know whether to regret or be glad.

To ...

I feel unwell physically but excited mentally.

She didn't know that there was another woman who woke up alone in the early morning, leisurely made breakfast and went back to sleep. When she opened her eyes, she was "entangled" with the other two in a very strange and twisted posture.

The room was filled with a rich and special smell.

then.

Nagini burped.

A smell of milk.

"I feel like I should have a party to celebrate the witch..."

Seeing that the three people were silent, Ansuna squinted her eyes like a fox and joked, "We've finally become real... should we change our names?" Her eyes swept over Yuno Agatsuma and Nagini.

The three of them sat in a row in a sloppy and awkward manner.

"Nagini?"

Ansuna waved.

The maid looked up and came back to her senses, touched her flat belly, and glanced at Yuno Agatsuma who was still in a daze without leaving a trace: "No matter what, I am the master's maid."

"Yuno, I guess you don't like being called 'Mistress' either?"

dislike?

This title that shows status and sovereignty——

My wife Yuno loves it to death.

But she is too embarrassed to say it now.

My mind is still a mess.

“…Just listen to Yuesha.”

The voice was predictably hoarse.

"Moon Veil..."

Mori Yuesa just stared at the dining table.

It seemed that he didn't hear the conversation between the two people at all.

"This noodles...smells delicious."

——You smelled better yesterday.

Nagini and my wife Yuno looked at each other from a distance, and strangely understood the same meaning in each other's eyes.

Tsk.

It’s really…

Watching Mori Tsukisa and Nagini calmly getting up and sitting at the table to eat noodles, Yuno Agatsuma relaxed her shoulders and rubbed her thighs with the base of her palms...

Why am I the only one who is tired?

"Yuno doesn't want to eat?"

My wife Yuno just wants to lie down in the quilt and sleep again.

——This time it is really an ordinary and mundane rest.

Nagini paused with her chopsticks and tilted her head: "Tired?"

"Um…"

"Didn't you get enough rest last night?"

Agatsuma Yuno: …

Don’t you know that I didn’t get enough rest last night?