Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

After a chat, she had a good impression of the old man and the two children: as long as they could play with Mori Yuesha and did not think she was a crazy girl, she would be friendly to them.

"It depends on the owner. I mean, the owner there." Nagini briefly talked about Caroline and Mrs. Devereux: "If she doesn't want to..."

"I'll just beg her." Miles joked with a smile, his wrinkles squeezed together, and a cunning flash in his eyes: "How about an old man's plea?"

Nagini doesn't care, as long as her master likes it.

suddenly.

"But Nagini just stopped me."

Nagini: ...

Mori Yuesha opened her eyes wide with an innocent look on her face: "Didn't Nagini say that she didn't like strangers staying here? You changed your mind so suddenly."

The maid kept smiling and whispered through gritted teeth: "That... was... just now..."

"What are you talking about, Nagini? I can't hear you."

"Louder?"

Nagini lowered her head, her smile growing wider. "I mean, Mr. Miles and his children are very friendly, and I think Miss Caroline wouldn't mind helping out."

"Oh, but you just clearly..."

"Master~" Nagini bent down and said with a forced smile: "You had a really good time today." She 'gently' pinched Mori Yuesha's face, straightened up and prepared to explain to Miles - Miles' old face was full of smiles.

"You have a really good relationship."

Seeing that he didn't care, Nagini sighed deeply: "Sometimes very much, sometimes very not."

"This is already the best relationship." Miles glanced meaningfully at the two people who were glaring at each other: "Especially between masters and servants of the same gender."

"We should go."

Nagini let go of the group out of exhaustion and ran quickly, leaving a few people behind.

"Isn't Nagini cute?"

Mori Yuesa winked at Miles.

"Both of you are."

The old man squeezed back.

Chapter 19 Mr. Miles in hiding

The road became more uneven as it went inwards. It was hard to say whether it was because no one had repaired it or because it was abandoned due to some force majeure. Nagini led Miles and his group to walk for about twenty minutes.

“Thank goodness we didn’t get caught in a rainstorm.”

It's a dirt road, and if it rains heavily, you can just throw away your shoes.

"I saw a boat behind the manor. If it rains hard we can--"

"No."

Nagini rejected it without even thinking about it.

"cut."

Spoiler snake.

"Why are you here? Shouldn't there be plenty of options for traveling?"

An unnatural look appeared on Miles' face.

Of course, if you travel.

Unless you are a terrified old man who books a flight, rushes home, and rushes to the airport with your two children - in this case it is difficult to choose the right landing point.

"Some reasons."

Miles didn't want to talk about this topic. His "inappropriate" behavior this time always made him feel ashamed of his age: he was old, and logically speaking, he had seen a lot of things. As a professor, abandoning his students and running away like a child was too...

He couldn't even forgive himself.

However, the feeling that 'thing' gave him was so strange that his self-control was easily shattered like a piece of paper blocking a flooded reservoir.

That 'thing' is not normal.

He had to take the child away for a while.

He could die. But, if he died, would 'it' let his children go?

Miles is ashamed of his behavior, but as a grandfather, he does not regret it.

"Some trivial reasons."

Miles lifted James up and hugged him: "Take them out for a walk. I rarely have time to spend with them."

usually?

What about the child’s father and mother?

"Their mother..." Miles's vigorous face showed sadness: "My daughter passed away. Her husband..." The old man shook his head: "It's okay not to mention him. He made a mistake and took the wrong path."

In other words, is this grandpa the only one left?

"Are you feeling sorry for me, girl?" Miles laughed and said, "It's over. I don't want a teenage girl to feel sorry for an old guy like me. That would mean my life is such a failure."

It was already late when they arrived at the manor.

Unexpectedly, Caroline did not reject Miles as she had rejected them before. The woman stared at Philippa for a long time in the light of the candlestick before she spoke and arranged the old man and the child in a small room on the first floor - big enough for them to live in.

Miles was of course grateful. He couldn't let others pay for his mistakes. It was good to have a place to live. Philippa and James pestered Mori Yuesha to tell stories. The story king finally had his own admirers. Nagini asked her if she had ever thought about why her admirers were all children.

Mori Yuesha believes that it is because children have a pure (easy to deceive) heart and can easily see (be deceived) an equally real and pure soul.

Then the three children of similar mental age were tied together by Nagini and taken to wash.

It was close to midnight when she arrived at Miles' room.

Upstairs, little James hugged his sister Philippa, and Philippa hugged Mori Yuesha's waist.

The three of them were sleeping soundly.

Nagini wanted to come over and say hello so as not to worry the old man.

After opening the door, she found...

The other party didn't seem worried at all.

She was holding a book in one hand and reading by candlelight; there was a cup of steaming hot coffee on the table, and a soft sky blue velvet blanket was spread on her legs - slippers were even ready.

Old Miles changed into pajamas, wore a pair of tortoise-shell-rimmed glasses, and had a very happy look on his face.

"The kids go to bed...ok."

Miles raised his face and smiled: "Would you like a drink?"

"No, I'll be right back."

"I'll trouble you with Philippa and James. For some reason, these two children are a little withdrawn - I mean before. James is okay, and Philippa already understands a lot. I don't know what she thinks about what happens at home. Sometimes, I would find her sitting on the grass and staring at the sky. Her personality is very similar to her mother's. I would rather she ask me directly."

The old man pushed up his glasses and closed the book.

Nagini glanced at it and found it was probably a book about architecture.

"It may be a little rude to say this. Just think of me as taking advantage of my seniority, Ms. Nagini. In the days ahead, if possible, please take good care of Philippa. She likes Mori Yuesha very much."

Nagini nodded slightly: "What the master likes is what I like."

"Old-school style," Miles has been wanting to say this for a long time. "If you say you are from the last century, I will believe it. Nagini. Where are you from? Am I too tired and too old? You are very similar to the owner here, Caroline."

“You’re still so young.”

"Japan."

The old man shook his head deeply, thinking she was fooling around.

"You look like you're from our place, and..."

Miles frowned.

There is also a subtle sense of age.

It's not that Nagini is very 'professional' as a maid, but her conversation style and some of her awareness of the surroundings - this can't be faked.

Very retro.

Like his father's father's generation.

Even if they have been educated and trained, what institution or teacher would add a "sense of the times" to students' style?

This kind of thing cannot be taught.

Just like people in the 1940s and 1950s and people in the 1980s and 1990s have two completely different concepts and styles.

The same thing happened with Caroline.

Interesting maid, interesting owner.

"Everyone has secrets." Nagini smiled faintly: "How long do you and the children plan to stay here?"

Miles didn't know.

He was not sure if his actions were right now - he had done almost everything he could. He evacuated the students like a madman: in the end, only a few of his closest disciples were willing to believe and submitted leave applications; then, he called the police like an old man with dementia, and explained everything he had experienced from the beginning in a 'clear and logical' manner.

The police thought he was incoherent and even suspected at one point that he had taken illegal drugs.

That 'thing' was coming to him more and more frequently.

He could feel that he was about to lose control of his emotions.

and so…

He ran here with his child, like a bull with its tail burned on fire.

Miles didn't know when he could go back.

Maybe, when things get out of hand, the authorities or some weird organization will get involved.

Waiting for that damn 'thing' to disappear from his class.

Just disappear in school.

"If you need any help, you can talk to my master."

"If it's interesting enough and attractive enough to her."

Miles was noncommittal.

"perhaps?"

A quirky young girl, a retro and occasionally shy serious maid.

The old man just hoped that things would be over quickly.

Hope James and Philippa have an interesting holiday.

Chapter 20 Ms. Mori without other hair

"Witchcraft is an ancient form of magic."

"Its origin is unknown. Long ago, some people tried to use supernatural powers to influence or control people or things."

Caroline was reading a thick crimson-covered notebook, while the girl on the other side of the table was biting into a juicy red apple.

"Rituals and spells are the two key parts of witchcraft." Caroline looked up at the girl who was 'clicking' like a rabbit, frowned and finished reading: "... They are also the two most important links."

Click click click…

Ugh.

"Continue?" Mori Yuesha chewed the crispy fruit flesh: "Do you want to eat it?"