Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The little girl seemed to be having a comfortable dream, with her legs crossed, sometimes curled up and tightened, sometimes stretched and trembled...

His gaze returned to the maid's arms and forearms.

The pair of hands caressing the waist must be the culprit.

dong dong...

thump.

The door continued to bang softly.

It seemed that the person knocking on the door was in no hurry at all - he had no business looking for the three women in the room, and he probably didn't even know them: he just kept knocking on the door with a steady, evenly spaced frequency.

dong dong...

thump.

Lara Croft pulled the pair of small feet that she could hold in her hands and play with out of her eyes and rubbed her palms: the fingertips and the base of the palms that had been holding the bow for a long time had thin but hard calluses. If she used them to knead the pair of...

Scrape your fingers between your toes...

Yelling and grumbling...

dong dong.

Lara Croft!

--what's on your mind.

The woman who felt that Mori Yuesha was 'toxic' shook her head and raised her arms to comb her scattered hair into a ponytail - it was also from the first time they met. Nagini was fine, but Mori Yuesha was like a whirlpool that swirled inwards, constantly, constantly attracting her attention...

This is so abnormal.

pat.

Unfasten the safety buckle.

Click.

The gun is loaded.

Lara Croft walked barefoot, silently sinking into the carpet, towards the knocked door.

dong dong.

thump…

Ten minutes have passed.

That 'thing' knocking on the door was really patient.

His ear was pressed against the door, listening to the inhuman moans and the dry sounds of body friction outside. The muzzle of the gun behind the door also moved up and down slightly.

"Who?"

He asked in a hoarse voice.

There was a comfortable silence outside the door.

The sound disappeared.

Lara Croft narrowed her eyes and her breathing became lighter as the sound outside the door disappeared; her ears were erected, and her movements seemed to be frozen.

Ten seconds…

Thirty seconds…

thump.

Again.

dong dong...

The knocking began to gain force, and was heard far down the long corridor on the top floor.

Boom-!

Laura carefully unlocked the door, pressed down the handle—with the door half-closed, she quickly stepped back!

Raise your gun——!

Roar…

boom.

Nagini suddenly opened her eyes from her sleep.

——By the way, servants don't need to rest. This practice of "sleeping in the embrace" comes from a little rabbit.

'I want to rest in Nagini's arms.'

Hold him in your arms and coax him to sleep - and then the seemingly well-behaved troublemaker will ride on your face as soon as he opens his eyes the next day.

This is why Arrietty calls Nagini a "face-washing snake" every time she comes out of her bedroom.

Ugh.

The thought flashed through her mind. She gathered her long hair, put it up, and inserted a folding fan into it. The alert maid carefully pushed aside Mori Yuesha and got off the bed.

The master bedroom was opened a crack.

The first thing that hit my nose was the strong lingering smell of gunfire. Crawford, with his gun hanging down, was peeking out of the door with his butt sticking out.

Behind her was a corpse with its head blown off.

The skin all over his body was peeled off and after the skull was blown off, all that could be seen were the shrunken gums and the lower half of his horrific face with almost no skin covering it, with muscles and bones exposed.

monster.

She felt the "mystery".

Push the door open and go out.

Click.

The muzzle of the gun turned instantly.

"Relax…Ms. Crawford."

The woman with rapid breathing had no smile on her face from the morning. Her face was as cold as ice and her sharp eyes swept over Nagini.

Then he slowly lowered the gun again.

"Looks like there's a change of plan..."

She came over quickly.

“…I don’t know what this damn thing is, but my premonition is about to come true again.”

Nagini gently patted her shoulder, calming the nervous woman who was breathing rapidly. Looking at her young age, even if she had undergone rigorous training, it was mostly just theory. Her self-proclaimed self was obvious.

adventurer.

Rather than a warrior.

"It's okay, Miss Crawford. You did the right thing. You protected me... and Mori Yuesa." Nagini said reluctantly, touching her arm, walked a few steps to the side, bent down, and handed her a pair of shoes.

"Put it on. It's almost tearing the carpet."

Laura: ...

He looked down at his ten curled toes in embarrassment.

Put on shoes.

"I think it went something like this: You heard something knocking at the door, and you woke up; your guard had not worn off from the day, so you drew your gun and opened the door."

Laura interrupted: "I asked who it was. He didn't answer..."

Yes, so you were right to pull the trigger.

Lara Croft.

Nagini's dark eyes stared into her brown pupils, and she said word by word: "You protected me and Mori Yuesha, what are you worried about?"

Worry…

Laura glanced at the headshot body a few steps away.

A humanoid monster.

It should still be a human.

Nagini didn't say anything right away. She took small steps over and bent down to take a closer look. "A large area of ​​skin has peeled off. Did you notice the blood in its body?"

Almost dried up.

"A monster from the other side." Laura straightened her face and nodded: "I've seen something similar. A while ago, there was a hound with eight legs."

"The master will probably like that kind of novelty." Nagini smiled: "It seems that we can't wait until tomorrow. Do you have any plans?"

What answered her was a weapon that was still warm and several neatly arranged boxes of ammunition at her waist.

"port."

"Sneak out, or something."

"Kill out."

The young adventurer who had just killed a humanoid creature for the first time grinned, his fragility masked by the tenacity that came roaring in.

This shot broke the soil layer, allowing the tree roots buried deep in the soil to emerge.

"What are you two doing?"

The crisp sound pierced the silence.

The two women looked back.

Mori Yuesha was walking out of the house rubbing her eyes with a sleepy look on her face.

"Why do we have to have sex in the living room? It's warmer in the bedroom. And I'm also yeah, what is this?!"

Saw a body with a headshot.

"Wow, he's badly injured."

Nagini: Yes, the skull flew off.

Chapter89 Time Folding

The maid and the noble lady were supposed to get along well, but after Mori Yuesha appeared...

Quickly break off diplomatic relations.

Because some idiot came out in his "pajamas".

"Mori Tsukisa Dictionary."

"Pajamas: They are the air you wear when you sleep."

The ladies looked at each other with electricity in their eyes for exactly two seconds...

Nagini: Take your eyes off my master's feet.

Laura: Don’t mention it, it’s true…

Nagini: No going up.

Laura: If you hadn’t mentioned it, I would really…

The maid, as if someone owed her money, turned around and walked away angrily, picked up Mori Yuesha with one hand, and slammed the door of the master bedroom with a bang.

Laura was left licking her lips, still unsatisfied.

Unexpectedly…

Baton.

Those cute and innocent eyes.

Divinity will make mortals involuntarily develop a desire for destruction: wanting to destroy and tear it apart; wanting to let it be stained with their own colors, forever and ever, with those pupils washed by the stream of desire and truth running parallel.