Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"He ran to this country to escape something, and ended up encountering something like this." It's funny to talk about it: "He's such an unfortunate old man." Nagini sat on the bed and smoothed the hair off Mori Yuesha's face: "Did you find these two days fun?"

"It's not bad." The girl was wrapped up like a silkworm, with only her head exposed. "After listening to this story, we can go to other places. I'm sure there will be troubles."

Nagini: I hope so.

Mori Yuesha's hand came out from under the blanket and tugged at the tassel on Nagini's sleeve:

"Goodnight, darling~"

The maid lifted her hair and leaned over, and ten seconds later, she blew out the candle.

——Nagini was almost scared to death when she opened the door.

In the dark corridor with only the dim light of candlelight, a blonde woman squatted at the door with a gloomy face, holding a dirty rag in her left hand...

"…Caroline?"

Nagini took a step back and looked her up and down: "You are here..." The maid narrowed her eyes: "...What are you doing?"

She noticed that Caroline was holding something in her right hand.

"Mop the floor, Nagini."

Caroline spoke, her voice hoarse like an old man.

Mop...the floor?

"…midnight?"

"This is my house." Caroline stood up with a gloomy face, hiding her hands holding something behind her back: "Good night, Nagini."

The moment she turned around, Nagini saw what she was pinching.

Two long, slightly curly black hairs.

I have straight hair, so...

Mori Tsukisa's?

The figure quickly disappeared at the end of the dark corridor. Before Nagini could even get close to the stairs, another very light sound of leather shoes approached.

The candlelight illuminated his face.

-- Attorney Luke Marshall.

Nagini leaned against the corner of the corridor, staring at the man quietly, watching him tiptoe towards Mori Yuesha's bedroom...

then.

He squatted down with his butt sticking out.

What to look for on the floor…

Is there something wrong with these two people?

Chapter 30 A reliable boyfriend

"After I fall asleep, wake me up if anything unusual happens."

Nancy sat on the bed and gave instructions to the two people on the sofa. She was wearing pajamas and walking barefoot on the carpet. Nagini and Glenn were right opposite her.

"Keep your eyes on me."

"Glenn..."

Compared to Nagini, Nancy certainly trusted her boyfriend more. She squeezed Glenn's big hand hard and said, "Just twenty minutes, Glenn."

The boy nodded very seriously.

"I won't let you get into any danger." He held Nancy's hand, pulled a chair to sit next to the bed, and joked, "I'll wake you up."

"Wake me up?"

Glenn waved his hands a few times and winked: "Just like the fight with Rod before."

——When Rhode was mentioned, the two of them fell silent.

Rod is dead.

"I won't let anything happen to you again." Anger flashed across Glenn's face. "No matter what kind of monster it is or where it comes from, it won't hurt unless it kills me too!"

Nancy hit Glenn hard on the back of his hand.

"Shut up and tell me something that will make me feel at ease."

Set the alarm and cover yourself with a small blanket.

Being stared at by two people, the girl was unable to fall asleep for a while. She stared at the ceiling with her big eyes, all kinds of thoughts running through her mind.

Worry, fear, confusion, puzzlement...

"Will I die?" She suddenly asked, "People who are targeted by monsters won't have a good ending, right? That's how it's played out in the movies."

You won't.

Glenn gently stroked her forehead and recited a poem to lull her to sleep:

'The midnight bell is especially generous...'

'Given ample time;'

'I have sailed farther than Ulysses's sailors,'

'Towards the world of dreams,'

'Beyond human memory.'

The boy's voice became lighter and thinner, like a gray snake rising from an incense burner:

'Holding there a little bit of it,'

'It's hard for me to understand;'

'Simple grass leaves,'

'Exotic animals.'

'Talking to the Dead,'

'The face is actually a mask...'

Listening to Glenn's gentle and clean whispers, Nancy's body became heavier and heavier, and her eyelids became heavier. Her sight abandoned the light of the candle and gradually walked towards the dark dream...

She could feel the warmth of Glenn's palms, and could feel him tapping the beat of his own hand to the rhythm of the poem - using his index finger, playfully tapping the back of his hand; his palms and fingertips had calluses, and his fingers were very thick...

Also very…

sharp?

The steps towards sleep suddenly stopped.

Nancy reached up in a daze.

She heard Glenn still reciting what seemed to be a long poem - very long, but sounding less and less like a poem.

'One, two, Freddy is coming to see you...'

'Three, four, lock the door...'

'Five, six, cover your face.'

'seven…'

'eight…'

'…I am about to stop breathing.'

'ninety…'

'Forever sleepless...'

'Freddy will say goodnight to you...'

Is this... poetry?

Nancy frowned.

The sleepiness she had accumulated with great difficulty disappeared quietly in these strange nursery rhyme-like lines.

Glenn, stop reading.

'One, two, Freddy is coming to see you...'

'Three, four, lock the door...'

'Five, six, cover your face.'

—Glenn! Stop...

'seven…'

'eight…'

'…I am about to stop breathing.'

'ninety…'

'Forever sleepless...'

'Freddy will say goodnight to you...'

The next moment, Nancy shook off Glenn's hand and sat up on the bed.

"Glenn... Damn it, I can't sleep like this..."

The rest of the words died on his lips.

Glenn, Nagini sat stiffly on the sofa not far from her. Her clenched hand spanned a distance of five or six meters, and at the end of her long and thin arm were five sharp metal blades with a cold glow.

In their bodies...

Empty.

The two men's faces were deathly pale. They turned their heads at the same angle, staring straight in her direction with lifeless eyes.

"Nancy..."

They spoke at the same time.

Let out a weird laugh: "Hello, Nancy."

"We meet again."

Nancy shrieked and tumbled out of bed.

"Where do you want to go, cutie...?"

The familiar red and green sweater, the bowler hat, the unrecognizable face.

and also…

Click click click.

That sharp claw.

He stood up, walked towards the bed with a playful step: "Welcome to my world, Nancy..."

Click click click.

“Is the show interesting?”

"Nancy?"

"Did you hide under the bed?"

Nancy gritted her teeth and grasped the candlestick beside the bed with one hand - if you often light candles, you will definitely have a candlestick. I hope this sharp thing can send you to hell...

"Nancy?"

"Go to hell, bastard!!"

The heavy metal smashed onto the bed. She couldn't tell which was the other person's face or body, so she held it with both hands and poked it with the pointed end!