Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

That's a big problem.

"Are you sure you haven't seen that person in real life?"

Tina shook her head: "...I've never seen that kind of monster. It seems like there is no skin on its face..."

"That's just a ghost." Mr. Parrot interrupted again: "It's no big deal, dear. If it doesn't work, I'll take you to see a rock concert, and then go to church to listen to the nonsense of the priests - you will find that some things are scarier than monsters."

There are things scarier than monsters...

Mori Yuesha wiped her mouth and ate heartily. She put down the empty basket: "For example, a clean wallet with nothing in it, my wife's hurried voice on the phone, my friend's inexplicable guilt..." She glanced at Nagini: "And the maid's sudden smile..."

Several young men followed Mori Yuesha's gaze and looked at Nagini.

Smiling maid.

indeed.

…is a little scary.

"Little Tina, may I ask what each of your family members does for a living?"

Miles ignored them and kept looking at Tina.

"Work... just the usual ones... in town..."

"I mean, they don't have anything very 'special' or 'special'..." The old man didn't know how to describe it. To be honest, he didn't think there was anything worth 'wasting time' on the girl in front of him. She looked like she was from a small wealthy family, and this town was far away from the big city.

How could she be in this situation...?

Miles didn't understand either.

"Countless times... Little Tina, was it always on the bed?"

Not at all.

"One time, I fell asleep on a bench by the playground... it."

“It still appears in my dreams.”

Chapter 24 It is alive

Have you ever observed your hair?

Someone else's, fresh, still alive hair.

Caroline looked even more gloomy under her dark eyes. She knocked on the door and stared at her man.

"Caroline… God, what's going on?"

Luke opened the door, looked around, and pulled the woman into the house.

"What happened?"

"Has the situation changed?"

He casually swept a few introductory legal books on the glass table onto the carpet and poured Caroline a glass of ice water: "Dear?"

Caroline stared gloomily at the pattern on the red carpet without saying a word.

"How's that kid?"

"Caroline?"

It was the first time in nearly a hundred years that he saw Cecil with such an expression.

Let me think... There is a maid in the manor, an underage girl; I called her a few days ago and she said that a family of three had moved in...

"Caroline? What did they find?"

"still…"

Luke held Caroline's shoulders and shook her hard: "Caroline!"

"Luke."

Caroline turned her head stiffly, her eyes empty, as if she was looking at Luke but also as if she was looking through him into something farther - what was behind the wall?

"Caroline?"

Not only were her eyes dark and she looked unwell, but there were also dry wrinkles on her plump, young lips. When she spoke, Luke could hear the hoarseness in her voice caused by long-term dehydration.

What happened?

——They are wizards, immortals who stand above humans...immortals.

Luke, or rather, Jasfi, didn't think that anything could make his lover so difficult.

"I'm very happy."

Caroline's words were incomprehensible: "I'm happy...Luke."

"What are you happy about?"

The man rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and pulled her over completely, off the sofa, making her face him.

"Caroline, what happened?"

A crazy smile appeared on Caroline's gloomy face.

“I saw Him.”

Luke held his forehead with his hand: "Cecil." He called her real name, which meant that Jasfi was a little unhappy - if Cecil hadn't insisted on changing bodies in a short period of time, he would have enough time to read the things that this body should read and know about its profession...

Replacing bodies is one thing;

Getting used to his new body and new life, including the relationships around him, is another.

"Who is she? The girl whose figure doesn't match her looks? Your target? Or the maid?"

"He is everywhere, Luke." Caroline shook her head slowly, her bloodshot eyes not showing a single bit of red: if Luke looked closely, he would have discovered that the so-called 'bloodshot' were nothing more than black nematodes.

"…Cecil. What the hell is wrong with you?"

Jasfi stood up impatiently and walked around on the carpet in front of her. As the woman's words became more and more strange, his heart sank more and more - it was always two people, Jasfi and Cecil. Whether coaxing those "bodies" or performing rituals, he and she were indispensable.

Now, she told him.

'I'm crazy.'

Are you kidding me?

"Cecil, look at me. Look at me...yes." Jasfei took a deep breath and spoke patiently: "Cecil, you should understand that the 'ritual' has begun. For you, for the girl's body, we have started the sacrifice ceremony for the second time in a short period of time. Once it starts..."

“Just can’t stop.”

“No failure allowed.”

Jasfei's handsome young white face was a little distorted: "It was your choice. You fell in love with her body. Cecil, please don't make trouble. You can't do without me, and I can't do without you..."

It is unknown whether this statement is full of affection or whether there are pros and cons involved… It can be regarded as a wake-up call for Caroline - Luke thinks she is "crazy", but not in the literal sense. Between the two of them, Caroline has always been the leader: she has studied witchcraft the most deeply.

The man thought that she was trying to restore those profound spells on her own initiative, which caused her to become weird during this period.

"Okay Caroline, once this is over, you can try whatever you want... Now, just promise me that nothing will go wrong. Okay?"

"I promise."

Caroline kept a wooden face and moved her lips.

Very slightly, she leaned her head forward to look at her lover.

"Jasfei."

"Ok?"

"Do you want to see Him...?"

Damn it——!

Cecil!!

Cecil turned a deaf ear to his lover's arrangements, stroked his blond hair, lowered his head, and took out a box from his bag.

It should be said, holding.

The same pious look as that of a believer praying facing the cross.

…Cecil.

Jasfi finally realized something was wrong.

"Cecil? Did you perform the ritual in that old book?"

——The incomplete book they got when they were still black. Witchcraft originated from this. The terrifying thing is that the so-called "sacrifice" and body exchange are just a part of the torn pages of the book: a very small part that they can only understand.

However, in Cecil's world, she could not hear Jasfei's worried call at all: she held the treasure in her palm and presented it to her lover.

That girl is right.

Even if she and Jasfi could keep changing their bodies, they still couldn't stop the aging of their souls.

And what’s in this box…

"Jasfei, do you want to see Him?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, she pulled out the small metal bolt with a click, and opened the box towards him.

"Cecil, what the hell are you...oh wow, what is this?"

With his young face, Jasfei first glanced anxiously at the things in the box, his attention completely focused on his lover; after two seconds, he involuntarily glanced at the things in the box again.

"…What's this?"

I've never seen anything like this creature...

A huge black tentacle, as big as a giant ship floating in the sea, was lying quietly in a palm-sized wooden box.

It's squirming.

outward.

The two of them stared at the tentacle closely. Their ever-increasing vision allowed them to observe more tentacles wriggling on the black tentacle from a closer distance. They had never felt this way before:

A feeling of anticipation and fear at the same time.

My heart suddenly started beating violently, and blood rushed to my brain. While my body didn't move, my sight kept moving closer to that 'flannel' looking thing...

Jasfi heard his brain screaming.

'generous!!'

'Otherworldly!'

'Go inside! Go inside!'

He lowered his head nervously and spoke humbly and fearfully:

——He didn't know what he said.

Jasfei touched his lips.

How do I get to?

How do I get there?

The twisting and slippery things had already sewed his lips tightly together.

He looked at his lover again: Cecil's face, like the red flush of excitement left on the beach after the tide receded, had black thread-like objects breaking through her skin, pulling at her face and dragging her body, which had been hidden deep inside, outward...

At this moment, her face looked like a spider head covered with cilia.

'Am I... pretty?'

The cilia on the tentacles stood up, swaying left and right in the direction of the evening breeze, smiling...

Go inside…

Go inside…!

Justin Justin Justin Justin…

Go...get inside quickly!!