Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The same apple the dog had gnawed was held before her.

"You have to be serious, Mori Yuesa. You said you wanted to learn." Caroline was dissatisfied: "This notebook left by Mrs. Devereux is more than a hundred years old. If I hadn't discovered the secret in the attic, I would never teach you these."

"Isn't she dying?"

I received a call from the hospital today saying that Mrs. Devereux is dying.

"So, I have an even greater obligation to pass on her gift." Caroline patted the cover of the book with a serious face: "If you don't believe it and don't want to learn, I will find someone else."

The most basic conditions for learning the witchcraft left by Mrs. Defroy are:

You have to believe that witchcraft exists.

The reason why Caroline held on to Mori Yuesha tightly was because of the conversation they had early this morning.

'Do you believe in witchcraft?'

- With nearly a hundred years of experience, she knew very well how to make a person who "does not believe" at all believe in witchcraft in a short period of time, not to mention a young child.

When you are fifteen or sixteen years old, you are fascinated by exciting things.

However, Mori Yuesha's answer was unexpected.

'Of course I believe it.'

"Not only witchcraft, but magic also exists. There are dragons, fairies... and so on."

What the hell...

Caroline: …

It's over, it's over...

It far exceeded expectations.

This is simply a body given to her by God.

How could Caroline not care?

Now, all we have to do is trick her into performing a ritual...

"It allows you to banish disease, vanquish enemies, and even evade the sight of death - Mrs. Devereux is too old, and she received the book too late, to fully master those powerful spells."

Caroline finally got rid of the cold-faced maid and didn't have much time to waste.

The ceremony has already begun.

"You will awaken your spiritual wisdom, and those who provoke you will be trapped in the dream of black death forever..."

"You can touch your own soul and gradually communicate with the dead in another world..."

Mori Yuesa threw the apple core into the fruit bowl.

Caroline: “…Yes.”

"The most basic and practical one is that you can use witchcraft to tell who your friends are and who your enemies are..."

Mori Yuesa took another apple.

Caroline: "...people. I said, didn't you just have dinner?"

"That's lunch. This is fruit, and a stomach full of snacks and desserts." He bit off a piece and put it in his mouth, his teeth crushing the flesh, making a crunching sound along with the juice.

The sweet fragrance of apples seemed to permeate the air.

Caroline swallowed.

"Do you want to eat?"

She had some idea of ​​why the child needed a personal maid.

Maybe, because of my lack of intelligence, my family members are worried.

dong dong dong.

A small head popped out from behind the door.

Nagini braided Philippa's hair into a scorpion braid today, and she wore a round-necked, sleeveless, cream-white dress, which was very similar to what Mori Yuesa was wearing today - except for the hair color.

The smaller version of Mori Yuesha shrank her neck timidly, and only after seeing Mori Yuesha hooking her finger at her did she dare to move the other half of her body into the door.

"Hi? You didn't go to the garden with James?"

"I want to find you..." Philippa said in a small voice. When she lowered her head, her two small hands kept rubbing her new skirt: "...What are you doing?"

"Learning witchcraft..."

"Mori Yuesha." Caroline interrupted the brainless girl. In her era, a girl with this intelligence would only be bullied by servants: "This is our..."

secret.

"Oh, Caroline and I are eating apples."

Caroline frowned slightly: This is too fake.

Can she keep it secret until the ritual is completed?

We need to speed up the process.

"That's all for today. Philippa, can you wait at the door for a while?" Caroline asked the little girl to go out and close the door, then turned around and took out a pair of scissors with a gold-plated handle from the drawer. The blade was very long.

"The transmission of witchcraft also requires a ceremony. Mori Yuesha, you have made up your mind, right?"

"Yeah~"

"Hair, I need a handful of your hair to start the ritual. Once it's completed, you can use witchcraft in a preliminary way."

"I don't have any other hair on my body..."

Fuck…

Damn idiot!

Caroline swore that she had tried very hard to calm the anger in her chest.

"Just your hair."

She frowned, trying not to look so ferocious: "Cut a piece of your hair for me." She handed the scissors to the hairless lady.

"I thought you wanted something else. Then I really have no fate with witchcraft..."

Caroline looked at her in silence.

“Did I cut it?”

"Do you want the back or the front?"

"Are these scissors made of pure gold? Or are they gold-plated... pure gold? Can you give them to me?"

Caroline's fists turned white.

Click.

A tuft of black hair.

finally…

She didn't want to be alone with this girl anymore.

Not even for a minute. It was hard for her to control herself from casting witchcraft to kill this mentally deficient, talkative idiot girl.

Caroline grabbed the hair roughly.

and scissors.

"I said it was pure gold..."

The black-haired girl stood up with a grumble, grabbing two apples in each hand with a bit of disappointment: "Then you have to do that ceremony quickly, I have to go play somewhere else."

This commanding tone...

"of course."

Caroline raised her head with a forced smile, her bright makeup didn't look that real: "It will be done soon. Mori Yuesha..."

"You should put on some lipstick. You're as pale as a corpse that's been soaked in cat pee water for three days."

Get out...

just now.

"You can go find your little friend now, kid."

Caroline stood up to 'see the guest off'.

The smile grew.

"Don't leave town during this time."

"You should be able to convince your maid, right?"

Mori Yuesha had no intention of leaving: "We will stay for a long time, because Mr. Ben's treasure has not yet--Ah."

I let it slip.

"It's getting late. I must go find Philippa and see Miss Caroline, who's in a hurry."

Holding the apple, she used her toes to pry the door open, said "hush" to Philippa who was wandering at the door, and gave her an apple to hold.

The two girls ran very fast.

'Sister, what are you and Caroline talking about?'

'You are too young to listen.'

'I'll be bigger than the apple.'

'Did you pray to the God of Candy on time today?'

'I prayed. I also dragged James and Grandpa Miles along.'

'Great! The apple is yours!'

Caroline listened to the fading voice, and she didn't realize that her eyes were already bloodshot.

She stared grimly at the tuft of cut black hair.

Suddenly she seemed to see...

The strand of hair twisted and squirmed between her fingers...

Chapter 21 Teach your children to speak sincerely

"You want me to stay with you, don't you?"

Mori Yuesha held Philippa's hand. The two girls walked and stopped, and came out of the cold building into the lawn covered with scorching sun. There was no early morning coolness, the sun baked the lawn hot, and when you get closer, you can smell an indescribable sweetness similar to the lush forest.

Philippa nodded tentatively.

"Miles is reading and James is sleeping."

"So you're bored."

The seven or eight-year-old girl shook her head and nodded at a loss: "Boring?"

"Humans are boring most of the time, you have to find some fun for yourself." In her small world and sight, the big sister holding her hand was smiling at her with her head down: the golden light reflected in her eyes; pink and upturned lips and the standard teardrop mole. The little girl thought of the goddess in the fairy tale that Miles had told them...

"you're so beautiful…"

Mori Yuesha rubbed her soft fur and said, "You will be as beautiful as me in the future."

"Will she be prettier than her sister?"

"How is that possible?"

Mori Yuesha shook her finger. It was the first time Philippa had seen someone interpret arrogance so cutely: "I allow you to be as beautiful as me, but I don't allow you to be more beautiful than me. Deal? Little Philippa, don't be too greedy."

The giggling girl led the younger girl to the lawn, tapped the thick grass with her toes, and asked Philippa to sit down.

"Sister, don't you want to sit?"

"Move over, I'll sit on the piece you just made."