Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"You don't love me anymore."

When I glanced over, I saw a pouting rabbit purring and stealing glances at me with its big eyes rolling around.

Nagini's face darkened.

"You know I won't sing here... Tell me what you want to do."

"Ah. Seen through..."

"Mori Yuesha, your expression is too exaggerated."

"Oh. I want... you come, you come, you come first." Holding Nagini's index finger, the two of them walked into Mr. Ben's bedroom along the wall.

A few thick candles were lit.

Nagini closed the door gently, nodded to the old man who was staring at the ceiling in a daze, and crossed her arms to watch Mori Yuesha tinkering with things.

Tinkering with the phone.

The curtains were tightly closed to block out the light, and the candlelight flickered in the dim room. Soon after, a sultry sigh that spanned the years came out of the phone, filling the quiet room.

"Come on, come on."

The satisfied little rabbit hooked his finger at her.

"Mori Yuesha, I knew you were going to have to make trouble."

"Hey, let's play for a while. What if Mr. Ben sees how happy we are and gets excited and ber~ sits up?"

Nagini thought the old man on the bed might have fainted from excitement...

"Hurry up, or you can sing."

So you were waiting here?

"Then you choose."

Nagini glanced at the dazed old man, and had no choice but to raise her hand and put it on Mori Yuesha's palm...

He was pulled over immediately.

"You need to pay attention, Nagini..." Mori Yuesha's eyes flashed with mature emotions. Accompanied by the distant singing, she pulled her lover and turned on her toes. "Do you like dancing?"

"Owner…"

"Shhh."

The hem of her skirt spun, casting a shadow that spread outward on the soft carpet.

…If I die young, bury me in satin,

(If I die young, bury me in silk)

…Lay me down on a bed of roses.

(Let me lie on a bed of roses)

The crazy gypsies threw off their clothes in a heat, danced barefoot on the wet sand by the sea; the quicksand was stirred by the waves, and the melody was dug into happy little pits by their toes;

The sneaky snake and the rabbit silently crossed their index fingers, tiptoed on the soft and dry wool carpet; the slender plants swayed in the wind, lost themselves in the dance at night and in the morning, communicating the thick and indissoluble emotions;

Have an awkward yet sweet dance with the one you love.

Their cheeks and noses rubbed against each other gently, looking at each other and smiling; their unfamiliar footsteps and arms were able to skillfully grasp everything about each other.

…Sink me in the river at dawn,

(Drove me in the river at dawn)

…Sand me away with the words of a love song.

(Send me away with a light and sweet song)

Ben's eyes widened.

He seemed to see purple butterflies...a group of purple butterflies flapping their wings.

A group of purple butterflies flapped their wings, leaving behind layers of golden and silver spots.

The roof of the room was blown off and the floor was smashed; above the head was the magnificent and dazzling Milky Way, and under the bed was the quiet and deep Black Sea.

The music spread its voice from far, far away through the white gauze skirt, and then was stepped on by the girl's bare feet;

Two shadows were pulling and entangled in a dance, lighting a bonfire between their bodies; the multi-organ creature screamed excitedly in an indistinguishable voice, elaborating on the congratulations it should give; transparent and extremely obvious silk threads tightly entangled the two dancing figures -

It left bloody marks on them, and made them smile with love.

Hugging each other's bodies tightly, sadly and happily.

Rub it into your own flesh and blood.

Never die.

The candle flame burned slowly, and the singing continued slowly.

The master and the maid held hands and performed a weird and inappropriate dance.

Behind me, on the yellowed sheets.

The paralyzed old man who was dying had his purple lips slightly open and saliva dripped from the corners of his mouth onto his chest.

Dance, happiness; paralysis, sadness.

Weird picture.

Opposing emotions.

A gentle dance celebrating his impending death.

A complex pattern that should have been written into paper by a mad painter.

Chapter 16 Caroline's Bleeding Heart

Unfortunately.

Mr. Ben didn't get better all of a sudden.

Moreover, Nagini didn't think that Mori Yuesha would be so kind as to care for an ugly, old patient. The two girls dancing in front of the old man who couldn't move, no matter how you looked at it, there was a kind of "envy?" "You can't do it, so pitiful" and other similar mocking meanings.

Mori Yuesa said Nagini was overthinking it.

She just hoped that Mr. Ben would get better once he was excited.

Ugh.

Stop irritating the poor old paralytic.

The sun was shining brightly today, and Nagini helped Caroline take out the washed clothes to dry. After being forbidden to approach Mr. Ben's bedroom, Mori Yuesa started to pester Caroline.

Antiques, gems, and vintage porcelain.

She couldn't really tell the exact value of these things, but she wanted them anyway.

"That's Mr. Ben's collection."

Caroline held up the duster and carefully brushed the dust off the picture frame - what on earth did this little bitch beside her mean?

"He's dying."

Mori Yuesha rubbed the bear slippers, and her white feet pulled out of the shoe hole and stepped on the fluffy surface.

"It makes me look taller."

Caroline: …

"I can't sell it to you, miss." The more Caroline looked at her, the more she disliked it. This spoiled girl had no advantages other than her looks and figure - no merits that made her likable. Caroline looked at her and it was as if she saw the brother and sister of the old Thorpe family decades ago.

The same naivety and harshness, the same arrogance.

"I am the heir designated by Mrs. Devereux and Mr. Ben. I can't just sell off their lifelong belongings." Caroline turned her wrist, and the dust duster flexibly reached into the gap between the table and the cabinet. She did the housework smoothly, which didn't look like a girl of her age at all.

"They are all sealed in the attic," Caroline glanced at Mori Yuesha and said casually, "Don't run around, don't go to the attic. There are valuables and..." Hesitant to speak: "Some things that 'children' cannot touch."

He added emphasis to certain words halfway through his words, obviously intending to arouse the children's curiosity.

"Like what?"

Caroline pursed her lips, her voice as small as a gust of wind: "Some important things..." She suddenly came to her senses and started to blast Mori Yuesha: "Leave quickly, can't you see I'm busy?"

Mori Yuesa rolled her eyes.

He turned around, made a big circle on the first floor, avoided the hall where Caroline was from the other end of the corridor, and went up to the second floor along the wooden stairs.

"Go ahead..."

Caroline wiped the statue clean with brisk movements.

This time, it was much simpler than the one with the caregiver and the lawyer.

It's all in her plan...

…………

……

Climbing up from the second floor, you will reach the third floor attic, where thick old dust and burnt smells penetrate your nose. Mori Yuesha covered half of her face and walked into the house in a dodging manner.

Nothing at all.

“…Where’s the treasure?”

Mori Yuesa looked around and blinked.

There are small paper bags on the shelves all around, which make a rustling sound when you squeeze them and shake them.

Grass seeds.

宝藏呢？

Caroline, this liar - huh?

She saw the fireplace and shelves close to the 'wall': they just blocked, yet also just revealed, a round copper handle.

Is it a door?

Mori Yuesha bent down, walked around some spider webs and small insects, and came to the door.

Pushed gently.

crunch...

It opens with a touch.

The space was not big, and there were some wax marks on the floor that had not been cleaned off.

"Little treasure, little treasure..."

Hmmmm…

Entering this rather narrow place, it feels a bit like a treasure trove - the shelves are no longer filled with plant seeds, but with some things that look odd.

——After removing the thick and dirty cloth, a flesh-colored embryo was revealed in a large glass jar.

Soaked in thick yellow liquid.

——Dried rabbit claws.

——A necklace made of sharp teeth, with a few human teeth in it.

Thick paper with rough edges and incomprehensible graphics and text.

Here is a…

Magic laboratory?

There was an annotated magic circle diagram on the desk. It seemed to have been torn from somewhere, and there was a piece missing from the edge of the paper.

'lime', 'sulphur', 'blood', 'hair';

There is a name at the bottom of the circle.

"Supreme Protection Spell"