Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"uh-huh."

"The class isn't over yet, don't rush to question me." Miles rubbed his tight neck and crossed his legs like a child. "Listen, Nagini. We're not going to enter Nancy's dream to steal information. It's much simpler than that."

"You have to understand one thing: dreams are disordered. They are influenced by the subconscious, but they have their own independent way of operating. I don't have to teach you how to avoid the trained subconscious defense system, and you don't have to learn how to disguise, build, or modify dreams."

"We just need to find the monster."

Then hit him hard a few times.

Nagini slapped the little hands that were playing tricks on her waist, turned around and glared at Mori Yuesha who was eager to try.

"You have to teach us how to distinguish between dreams and reality first."

"Wait a minute, Nagini, what do you mean by 'we'?" Miles looked at Mori Yuesha, who had her chin on Nagini's shoulder, and hesitated to test her: "You don't want her to enter the dream as well, do you?"

Isn't that a matter of course?

Nagini gave Miles a helpless 'you know' look.

"Oh, very...I should say unexpected?"

"I thought you wouldn't agree."

Of course Miles would disagree, if she was really a maid and Mori Yuesa was really an ordinary high school student.

if.

"After talking about me, it's my turn to talk about you. What... are you?" The old man shook his feet and looked at Mori Yuesha and Nagini like a curious baby: "Although this is very rude, if you want to convince me... show me that illusion again?"

"Hypnotist? Or witchcraft from somewhere like that? How did you make me hallucinate? Did you use spices or some markers to influence my subconscious mind?"

The enthusiastic old professor's thirst for knowledge was ignited.

Mori Yuesha tilted her head: "So, we are now in a state of... lifting each other's skirts?"

Miles:…

Nagini: ...

That's what I mean, but your description could be a little more elegant.

"Well, be honest?"

Miles winked his right eye playfully. The old man made a joke with color without any ambiguity: "Believe me, you two definitely don't want to be honest with an old man. Of course..." He looked at Nagini: "If you really want me to..."

The maid nodded gracefully: "You can shut up now, Mr. Miles."

Oh, someone is angry.

I won't say who it is.

"There's no way to show an illusion." Mori Yuesha hasn't experienced the fun (dream), and Miles can't let anything happen: "Let me think... You just said that in a dream, you can freely build and manipulate..."

Buildings turned upside down and the earth torn apart.

That's right.

At least that's what Nagini saw.

"Dream Builder, a unique and rare talent." Miles patted his thigh, with a hint of pride on his face. "It requires very strong computing power and spatial imagination."

Professor of Architecture…

Nagini understood.

"Oh, so, I'm about the same as you?"

Without waiting for Miles to speak, Mori Yuesa raised her left hand and snapped her fingers.

The world shattered in the old man's eyes.

…………

……

manor.

Bedrooms on the first floor of the main building.

"You just called God three times and Buddha five times. By the way, do you have spare glasses? You broke this pair yourself, so it's not my master's fault."

Miles turned a deaf ear.

Staring blankly at Mori Yuesha who was eating grapes.

"Miles?"

He rubbed his sweaty face, smoothing out the wrinkles.

Without saying anything, he just stared at Mori Yuesha.

"Do you want to eat?"

Half a minute ago, this girl showed him what it meant to 'manipulate reality' - or, in other words, the mirror image of the world.

For a long time, he believed that the reason why many people were so attracted to dreams and dream builders was because of the feeling of being able to dominate and create freely; half a minute ago, Mori Yuesha showed him the same ability.

in reality.

"I almost thought I saw God..." Miles murmured.

"God?" Mori Yuesha spat the grape seeds into Nagini's hand and stuffed two more into her mouth: "What's her chest size?"

Miles:…

“Now we have reached a consensus?”

Miles smiled bitterly: "Why do I suddenly feel like 'none of that matters anymore'?"

He took his children to hide here because of a "supernatural" ghost; after settling down, he encountered a monster that could kill people in dreams; then, a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl showed her...

miracle.

Sometimes life is hard to predict...

He wanted to have a drink and take a nap.

——But, maybe Mori Yuesha can help with that weird thing in the classroom...?

"Miles?"

"You have to give me some time to accept this, Nagini." Miles took a deep breath, held it for a few seconds, and then slowly exhaled: "Well... okay... magician? Or superpowers? Are there many people like you?"

Nagini asked back, "How many dream builders are there?"

Miles seemed to have finally recovered from the frightening scene. He got out of bed in his slippers, took out a spare pair of glasses from his smaller bag and put them on.

"It's very rare, but compared to people like Mori Yuesha, they are everywhere."

Nagini looked at her master with great pride.

How can they compare with Mori Yuesha.

"It makes no difference to me." Miles is just an old man in his twilight years. An old man, an ordinary person, he might be able to create a dream to kill the monster, but he can't understand the 'magic' displayed by Mori Yuesha.

Before this, Miles had the same level and very weird perspective on 'magic' and 'God'.

“So you believe in God now?”

Miles snapped his fingers and said, "If He could do the same to me."

Chapter 34 Heart Anchor

Dreams, reality.

Reality, dream.

In order to prevent ourselves from confusing reality and dreams, and to prevent someone from using this sophisticated technique to blur your cognition and steal important information from your dreams - we need something that can remind ourselves anytime and anywhere.

A logo.

An anchor.

"Heart anchor, some people also call it a totem."

In the guest room, the machine had been put away. The three of them sat around the round table, and Nagini served them some baked snacks.

Miles was telling the two 'magicians' some things to note.

——Okay, I’m an old man and I don’t pay much attention to entertainment, so forget about planeswalkers... It’s good enough that I can understand the word "magician".

"You must independently and secretly create a heart anchor that you can carry with you... That's right, don't let anyone touch it, including each other."

He picked up a spoon and waved it in front of the two girls.

“Let’s just say, this spoon is my totem, my anchor.”

Miles pursed his lower lip and observed for a few seconds.

"I've modified the weight of the spoon itself - this side," he pretended to indicate the end of the spoon handle, "is very heavy, much heavier than the soup end."

Nagini replied thoughtfully: "Unreasonable design."

Miles snapped his fingers. "Bingo, this is the purpose of the totem: irrational. Only you know the 'irrational'."

Let's make another assumption:

Suppose there are several people who want to invade your dreams to steal secret information, and they weave a dream that is extremely realistic.

Give you.

"Then when I saw the spoon I always carried with me, I knew that all this was a dream. Because in the real world, the handle of my spoon was designed to be very heavy. Only in the dream, the spoon in my hand is just an ordinary spoon - it was ignored by the dreamer, or the dreamer didn't know that I had a strange spoon: is that right?"

Miles is very pleased with Nagini.

"Yes, in dreams, apples will fall according to gravity; cars driving at high speed will also slide forward a long way after braking due to inertia - an excellent team can replicate almost all the rules in reality, making it impossible for you to distinguish the true from the false. But it is also very simple to crack it, all it takes is a small bug..."

Totem - Heart Anchor is that BUG.

A dice whose weight is known only to you; a pen whose writing is known only to you; a coin that will always face up on one side no matter how you flip it...

The easier it is to ignore, the better.

"It violates the objective laws of physics when the dreamer neglects to design it."

"Your totem is effective."

"It can always remind you whether you are in reality or in a dream..."

Mori Yuesha raised her hand subconsciously.

"Very good, a child has questions." Miles' occupational disease came back, and he raised the spoon and tapped Mori Yuesha: "Come on, let's see if there are any questions I can answer for you."

"Does the totem have to be carried close to the body?"

"Otherwise, how can you verify the authenticity of the world at all times?"

"Oh, if I had a lipstick, it would look like a lipstick, but it would actually be a lipstick—"

Nagini's hand always comes at the right time.

Miles suppressed his laughter, looked up at the chandelier and the ceiling, and whistled insincerely. "Wow, the lamp is so beautiful. I wonder if it is earthquake-resistant..."

Nagini: You old pervert...

I don’t know whether the lamp is earthquake-resistant or not, but Nagini knows that Mori Yuesha is quite resistant.

I am... far from it.

"Perhaps you will never have the chance to experience it again after this time, but I still suggest you make a heart anchor." Miles pretended not to notice the exchange of glances between the master and servant, "Sometimes it's better to be well prepared, just in case."

"I see, Mr. Miles."

Nagini pressed down her master's hand on her waist and bowed to the old man in a proper manner. She could say so much perhaps because of Mori Yuesha and her own "extraordinary" status, but knowledge and experience are valuable after all. Mr. Miles deserves her respect.

"I just want to rid Philippa and James of the monster once and for all."

The old man spread his hands, not taking any credit: "Next, it's 'time'."

"Since we have only entered the first level of dream, we have two hours. And we don't need to kick..."

First floor…? kick…?