Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"us?"

Jack shrugged. "Of course. Don't you want to see it?

There are two invitations, right?

We got this together, so let's go together?"

Mori Yuesha emptied the bag, clapped her hands, and the seabirds in front of her swarmed over.

"There are still ten days left. Are you sure you don't want to hurry up and find another female companion to go with you?"

Jack raised an eyebrow, "Of course not. Having a sister like you here is 'interesting' enough. When we reach our destination, I plan to stay in New York. You're right, I have to face my inner desires."

This poor boy finally regained his confidence.

Mori Yuesha nodded and agreed.

In the source world, she had never heard of the Titanic cruise ship, so it would be nice to go and take a look.

Mori Yuesha stood up and said goodbye: "It's settled then. I'll leave the invitation with you. I have to go back."

"Where do you live? How can I find you?" Jack asked loudly from behind.

"North Street." Mori Yuesha pointed in a direction and turned to leave: "No. 13, the one with flowers on the balcony is it."

"Hey, Miss Forest!"

Mori Yuesha turned around.

Her thick black hair fell to her waist, hanging like black tassels on the line of her gold velvet skirt.

When she looked back, the hem of her skirt spread out into a circle.

Jack blinked.

"There will be a speech by Tusnik tomorrow. Do you want to go?"

Mori Yuesha chuckled and shook her head: "No. I have something to deal with at home."

Jack: "Need help?"

"Of course not."

Mori Yuesha's honey-like voice mixed with the cool sea breeze passed by: "It's just a 'small' thing."

"Okay, okay. Well, see you another day, Miss Forest!"

Chapter 5 The Lost Villain

Mori Yuesa wrapped in a bath towel walked out of the bathroom barefoot.

A series of palm-sized footprints were left on the floor behind him.

The wet hair rested on the girl's cheeks, steaming visibly.

She wrapped herself tightly in a dark green bathrobe.

Like a mermaid hiding in the seaweed, she gracefully walked around the bed and sat down, holding onto the bedside post.

There are two pubs on this street, and Mori Yuesa can often smell the rich aroma of wine wafting in from the windows.

As evening approached, the roar of machines and vehicles gradually became lower, and the laughing voices of men and women mixed together. Occasionally, there were a few angry screams of young women, accompanied by the chirping of nightingales, piercing the night.

It had only been a few days since she arrived here across dimensions, so she had to rent a house as a temporary place to stay.

The rented house belonged to an elderly person living alone. Due to Mori Yuesha's age, the white-haired old lady with black-framed glasses specifically asked about the girl's family information and whether she needed her help. Maybe it was because the girl paid readily, but she also kindly helped Mori Yuesha buy some daily necessities.

In this era, the house layout is the most common multi-story distributed type. The main entrance leading to the first floor is built with several steps above the road surface, and you can go up the steps to the first floor.

Through the porch and dining room, there are several rooms for the owner and a reception room.

Several rooms were furnished in an old style, giving a sense of retrospection of the heyday of the empire. The bookshelves in the room were covered with a thick layer of dust, and the wooden boards creaked when touched lightly.

There is a staircase in the porch leading to the second floor. The most exquisite room in the whole house is on this floor. It is also the bedroom chosen by Mori Yuesha.

The living room occupies most of the second floor and is divided into two or three rooms by arches. It can be seen that the previous owner used it as a music room - there is a heavy brown wood round table in the room, surrounded by comfortable benches, chairs, a piano, and a clothes hanger sticking crookedly at the door.

Mori Yuesa noticed that there were a few pieces of handwritten music scores with sloppy handwriting forgotten in the corner.

Next, there is the reception room and bedroom. Through them, and then going inside, there is a balcony wide enough to run.

In the morning, you can place a high-backed recliner here, hold a cup of hot tea leisurely, and enjoy the feeling of the sun breaking through the morning mist and slowly falling on your body. Overlooking the busy men and women below, take a sip of tea, and eat a small biscuit with a fragrant milk flavor...

~(*???*)~Lie down!

Of course, the balcony was arranged like this when Mori Yuesa moved in. If there is any accusation of "indulgence in enjoyment", it is the fault of the previous owner.

She was just a lying heir and porter.

Along the edge of the balcony, there are various potted plants, cosmos, roses, and all kinds of flowers in full bloom. If you get closer, you can smell the faint fragrance of the petals.

Among the flowers, only one pot is withered.

The green rhizome stood there crookedly, with its head hanging.

After the rhizome breaks through the soil, it splits into two branches.

There is not much expansion to the left and right, and they converge at the top, forming a shape similar to '◇'.

On both sides, the heart-shaped leaves are drooping, there are no flowers, and the whole plant looks wilted.

Mori Yuesha had indeed never seen this kind of plant.

The rhombus-shaped rhizome...

Heart-shaped leaves?

She once asked the owner of the house curiously - the old woman obviously didn't care much about such a thing that couldn't be exchanged for money. She looked at her in a "whatever you want" manner, saying that it was okay to throw it away or do whatever you want with it, as it was maintained by the previous tenant anyway.

Mori Yuesha did not touch the plant, but only watered it in small amounts every morning and evening, adhering to the principle of 'making do' so that the dying plant would not die tragically at her hands.

Then, not long ago, that 'little diamond-shaped heart' came back to life!

That’s right, Mori Yuesha clung to the edge of the basin, staring with wide eyes, staring intently at a close distance for a long time——

Definitely alive.

The whole diamond-shaped rhizome seemed to be more energetic, and the peach-shaped leaves began to stand upright and stretch upward, with the tip of the peach heart faintly marked with light pink lines.

Do you have a talent for growing flowers?

Life should have passed in this plain and slow manner, with girls busy shopping and trying on all kinds of pretty little dresses and dresses.

Maybe in a few days, I can go visit those famous painters and writers who existed in the source world and perhaps also exist in this world.

She can enjoy the style of this era to the fullest.

I finally arrived at a normal world without strange magic and inhuman existence, so I might as well take a vacation for myself.

——Until yesterday, she realized with dismay that her happy time was probably gone forever.

This mentality appeared after the girl ruled out the possibility of a thief breaking into the house - after all, no thief would go to the trouble of sneaking into the house and stealing a fork.

That's right, there was one fork missing from my kitchen for no apparent reason.

It's the kind of metal fork you use for everyday eating.

The reason why Mori Yuesha was able to notice that a fork was missing was not because she had any memory-related quirks or hyperthymesia...

The key is that there is only one fork!

(／‵Д′)／~ ╧╧

The green lacquered drawer was inlaid with brass handles. When it was opened, there was a pair of silver chopsticks and a spoon inside, and only a fork, which was newly bought by Mori Yuesha.

Now, it's gone.

Mori Yuesa looked around the kitchen counter.

She found that just at the edge of the cupboard, a line of small footprints extended not far away.

The footprints were very small, probably only as big as a fingernail.

This long line of evidence was discovered by Mori Yuesha because the perpetrator happened to step on the water stains on the kitchen counter.

She carefully moved the two ceramic tray decorations away, and a hole half a finger wide appeared on the wall.

It was pitch black and I didn't know where it led.

So… after the yellow-haired killer flying man and the capitalist witch, am I going to start encountering the dwarfs again?

Mori Yuesha wiped the footprints with her fingers, wondering whether she should disturb such a fantastic creature.

Are they friendly? Or...?

I opened the cabinet door above my head and saw that among the rows of glass spice jars, the mouth of the jar containing sugar was slightly raised.

It felt like something had pulled it hard.

Eating human food and hiding in human homes?

Mori Yuesha moved the two trays back to cover the hole.

After thinking about it, Mori Yuesha simply pinched out two white sugar cubes and placed them ostentatiously in the most conspicuous place on the kitchen counter. She then filled a small teacup with drinking water and put it away. Then, she quietly walked back to the bedroom on the second floor in her bathrobe.

Behind the tray, at the dark entrance of the cave, a red figure flashed by.

Chapter 6 Borrowing Things and Arrietty

This is Pod's hole.

The gateway to his castle, the main door to his home.

The small hole opened behind the kitchen decoration is a side opening.

The real right way is to enter from behind the clock on the second floor and pass through a long, dusty and dark corridor.

There are wooden and iron doors here to keep out rats, insects and the like.

Pod, the clever one, uses iron sheets from folding cheese cans, can rings, iron mesh covers, etc. to make mechanisms that only he and his family can crack.

In this regard, his wife Homily believed that her husband was simply afraid of mice, and was forced to become a skilled craftsman.

Pod denied it flatly.

He carried a small bag made from a piece of sheepskin glove and walked through the corridor, the door of which had a complex mechanism made of hairpins and pins.

Passing by the ventilation grille, you can still vaguely see the pebbled road outside and the clusters of rhododendrons on the road.

At the end, behind the big iron gate is a small wooden door.

Pod skillfully unfastened the needle lock and pushed the door open.

The wife was cutting potatoes with a kitchen knife made from half a pair of scissors. Behind her, Arrietty, in a red dress, was running around kicking potatoes. The grown-up girl did not follow her mother's cautious character.

Instead, she became more and more outgoing, like a tomboy.

"I'm back." Pod took off his bag with great effort, let it slide down against the wall, and wiped the sweat off his fat round face.

The wife who was cooking had her black hair tied up behind her head and a long yellow apron hanging on her chest.

"Ah, Pod!" She put down her knife, walked quickly over the blotting-paper rug, and brought a chair made of a medicine-bottle cap to her husband.

"I brought it back." Pod sat on the bottle cap and took off his shoes. He untied the rubber band at the mouth of the bag, and a brand new silver fork was revealed with its handle. "Here."

"Are you all right?" Homily's attention was not on the fork. She stared at her husband's round face, took out a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe his sweat, and asked about his day.

Pod took it complacently and wiped his face. "It's okay. The girl went out today. I climbed up the kitchen counter along the curtains, opened the drawer with a rubber band, and 'borrowed' it easily.

Who am I? The "Craftsman Pod" who is the best at borrowing things!

Homily rolled her eyes at her husband, squatted down, and stroked the silver fork with a look of surprise on her face. She impatiently threw aside the rapier - sewing needle that her husband handed her, and walked into the house happily holding the fork.

There are two white square pieces at the bottom of the bag.

Pod picked it up and put it in the cupboard.