Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The pen spins at your fingertips...

What is that sound?

Pat... Pat...

Getting closer.

Yukino put down her pen and pricked up her ears.

The footsteps fell quickly and heavily on the hard road, accompanied by vague gasps, and the jumping voice of a child was far clearer than anything else.

"Peach is here."

Am I hallucinating again?

Yukinoshita Yukino opened the drawer and saw several hair ties lying quietly inside.

No, that's not right, the sound comes from...

outside the window.

He stood up and opened the curtains a little, enough to expose his eyes.

The blue eyes melted into the light blue curtains.

That was a…

The one wearing the mask is probably a man, right?

…………

……

The patterns on the mask were blurred in the moonlight. The person wearing it should be a man, tall and thin, with short hair, leather boots, leather gloves, and a long-sleeved jacket.

At this moment, every step he took made a heavy sound, and the dong and da sounds echoed among the silent buildings.

The thumping sound came from the soles of the man's leather boots.

Ta-da sound…

trail behind.

A young-looking...

girl?

Yukinoshita Yukino couldn't see clearly, the blurry short figure was jumping and chasing after her, and occasionally making crisp laughter.

"Peach is here!"

"Come on..."

'Where are you going?'

The cheerful tone is like a frizzy thread that penetrates into the cochlea behind the curtain, gently tickling the cerebral cortex...

--wrong.

The worldly-wise girl immediately understood the current situation.

A ritualist, or...something else.

In short, it’s about “mystery”.

brush--

The curtains were drawn tightly.

It’s better to stay out of things that have nothing to do with you, especially since she has a lot of troubles of her own.

Can…

——Except for Mori Yuesha, I have never seen anyone like her.

The body against the wall slowly slid down and curled up.

Outside the window, the sound of the chase quickly turned into the sound of a fierce battle with metal colliding.

half an hour.

The girl curled up like a cat, like similar animals, carefully peeking out from the window sill.

Still can't control my curiosity...

It’s such a loud noise, can’t anyone hear it?

The lights in the houses opposite were dimmed, as if they were completely oblivious to the sound of flying gravel and sharp clashing of metal.

Because you have been exposed to these things, so you can hear and see them?

Or is there any other reason?

Yukinoshita Yukino covered her mouth tightly and looked at two shadows, one tall and one short, not far away.

The masked man seemed to be very afraid of the short girl. He hastily drew out the dagger and waved it threateningly, retreating, and retreating...

At some point, sharp bones emerged from the asphalt road surface, bending inward like ribs, completely blocking his route of escape.

Ritualist?

The girl, who didn't understand the situation, narrowed her eyes, showing fear and excitement.

Is this the battle between people with super powers?

Compared to Mori Tsukisa...

It's quite different.

Morizuki SaoMorizuki SaoMorizuki Sao…

——Why did I think of her again?

Sakura sauce...

Only dead ants, smelly ants and insects like her.

Chapter63 The attraction of masks

The street lights flickered and then went out with a bang.

'Isn't peach cute?'

Yukino heard the female ritualist ask.

'Why are you running away?'

"I... like your nose, can you give it to me?"

The sharp bones that were like fangs and covered with small black holes became soft and bent inward, while waves of eerie whistling sounds rose and fell continuously.

"Taozi has answered your question."

peach…

Very strange name...

peach??

"Peach", "Answer the question"——

Just like "Hanako" may sound strange at first, but if it means "in the toilet", it is a legend that almost all young people know.

The reason I say almost is that Yukino only heard it once.

Just once.

"The All-Knowing Peach".

Ask a question…

It seems that we can get the answer. This is a rare strange story that is not harmful or scary.

peach…

Is it a ritualist, or is it what she thinks? A weird story?

While he was thinking, the battle on the long street continued.

The masked man pulled out a barbed leather whip from somewhere and swung it with a crackling sound, breaking the bone spurs that were protruding towards him one by one; the short figure just stood there stupidly, staring at him quietly with his head tilted.

Yukinoshita Yukino yawned softly.

——From the cautious peeking just now, he turned into lying on the windowsill with his chin resting on his arms.

Should I say that Mori Yuesa is amazing, or that man on the street...

Too weak?

She has told me about the levels of ritualists, so the first one should be the "origin"?

That man is the "origin"?

——'So what is your rank?'

She remembered asking this question by chance earlier, and Mori Yuesha’s answer at that time was…

"It's God."

Annoying guy.

What is God?

A playboy and a scumbag!

If Yukinoshita Yukino has not systematically understood the ritualists and only uses 1, 2, 3, and 4 to mark them.

If this man is one, Mori Yuesa should be... ten? Or fifty?

Can't judge.

At least the power she displayed far exceeded that of the guy outside the window.

Are there such huge differences between the ritualists?

The whip shadows were waving densely under the moonlight, and the gusts of wind almost drowned out the whistle. Then, the man leaned over and raised his right hand horizontally.

A sharp flick.

The whip broke through the obstacles like a bolt of lightning and rushed towards the dazed girl!

puff.

It wrapped around her neck like a living snake and gently pulled.

Click.

The head rolled down.

The girl who was peeping on the windowsill felt her heart suddenly contract. She clenched her teeth and forced herself to stare at the fallen headless body without blinking.

--must…

Yukinoshita Yukino.

—You must...

See, experience, get used to it all.

No one can help you, the only one you can rely on is yourself.

Yukinoshita Yukino.

Take a closer look at this murder scene.

However, there was no gushing of blood as the girl had imagined, nor was there a winner.

A corpse…or rather a body.

Moved.

The limbs pushed the torso forward strangely, and like a reptile, it quickly came to the head three meters away, groped and pulled up its hair, and screwed the broken head back together.