Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

"Oh, their power is indeed not great. Their offensive spells are probably equivalent to those of a pistol? But they need magical support. Don't worry, as long as they are not crazy, they will not provoke Muggles."

"Muggle?"

"People like you who can't use magic."

It's like a pistol... eh?

The tycoon inquired again: "Are they many people?"

Mori Yuesha counted on her fingers: "How many thousands?" Then she asked Hermione: "There must be thousands, right?"

Hermione didn't know about other countries, but if the average number from her side was roughly converted to the global average, the world's wizarding population would not exceed 400,000.

"Four hundred thousand?" Saito paused. "Only four hundred thousand?"

This number is too small.

Compared to humans on Earth...it's nothing.

What about strength?

Point-to-point jump (Apparition), space folding (Traceless Extension Charm), species transformation (Animagus), mass non-conservation (Transfiguration)...

It sounds scary, but actually, Muggle ones are not bad.

As long as wizards are still flesh and blood, once a war breaks out, Muggles will inevitably be the final winners.

Draconian held Mori Yuesha's hand and said nothing. These days, little Malfoy, who has learned something about the "planeswalkers", realized that he would soon become Mori Yuesha's "servant". Since she was no longer a wizard, there was no need for her to speak for them.

The blood of the person he loved so much was so noble that it could no longer be described as "pure blood".

As the doors were opened, more people were waiting on the way. Rather than calling this a vacation estate, it was more like a completely safe sanatorium built by Saito for his daughter.

The entire building, including the manor, was occupied with the service of a sleeping girl.

“I hired the best medical team.”

From being in charge of security to daily services to being a personal assistant - it's clear that the tycoon attaches great importance to his daughter.

"Xiao Ai is my only child. I don't plan to have another one in this life."

Little Love?

"Su Otome Ai, she took her mother's surname." Saito smiled and said, "Her mother is the heiress of a big family. As for me, I am a poor boy who worked hard with the help of my wife's power."

But when he became successful, his wife and daughter left him.

"Mr. Saito."

The middle-aged man patted Cobb on the shoulder and said, "I know this is not my fault. But I often think that if I hadn't been so stubborn and had a strong self-esteem, I would have stayed with my wife there and she wouldn't have been killed because of the subsequent energy dispute."

Looking up, they arrived at their destination.

——In Nagini's opinion, the girl who was sleeping quietly with her hands folded on her belly was about the same age as Mori Yuesha. She was about sixteen or seventeen years old, with black hair spread out on the clean pillow. She was covered with a thin blanket, and the temperature in the room was just right.

There were more than a dozen doctors, nurses, and servants, and the huge room did not seem crowded at all.

The girl curled her lips slightly, dreaming a sweet dream that no one else could notice.

"She is my only hope in this life." Saito walked to the bedside, gently touched his daughter's face, leaned over and kissed her forehead. "Dear, I met the magical witch in your imagination... Wake up, okay?"

"Dad is waiting for you..."

After saying that, the tycoon, who was as rich as Tao Bai, straightened his suit, looked at Mori Yuesha with a serious expression, and bowed deeply.

“…My daughter, please.”

The suitcase opens.

The nurse gently inserted the needle into the blood vessel.

"Low desire to survive..." Cobb muttered a few words while lying on the hospital bed. He hadn't come up with any effective solution during this period - to be honest, even if he found the other person in a dream, what should he say?

'Is your father waiting for you outside?'

'It wasn't your fault that your mother died?'

"Mori Yuesha, have you thought it through?"

Is it too hasty...

"Well, give it a try. Maybe if you can't be an actor, you can be a director." Mori Yuesha rolled up her sleeves and lay on the adjacent bed with an IV tube. "You and Arthur don't have to do anything unnecessary. Just watch me perform, okay?"

Cobb thought I've only been watching your performances these days.

…………

……

The bridge is quiet at night.

The stars gathered together and converged on the sea. A shaky dream, a water surface full of rotting limbs, a muddy river bank, a field; high-rise buildings and a city without a single ray of light.

A fishbone bridge is built between the two contrasting and symmetrical worlds.

The girl with sky blue canvas shoes on tiptoe, a gray student skirt that is neither too long nor too short, and dusty arms, is looking out at the rotten sea with a princess-like hairstyle, like a dried flower that will never rot, with most of her body sticking out of the bridge.

The soul that had been trampled by thousands of troops was now being gently massaged by the night breeze.

From the passionate progressive music to the minor key, the mud under the bridge has nothing to do with the world on the bridge. Even the beggars take a rest at this time.

Hesitant, excited, troubled, dull and bored souls wander on the bridge.

The empty bridge leads to another world.

"Ai-chan?"

She heard someone calling her.

The toe of the leather shoe is clean and shiny, and the person wearing it has a pair of small feet.

Her outfit looked very familiar to the girl: a school skirt, an ordinary short-sleeved shirt, and a princess hairstyle.

There is an eye-catching teardrop mole under the corner of the eye.

"Ai-chan!" She heard the other person calling her. He stepped out of the transparent door on the bridge, with one foot still inside. He leaned half of his body out and waved at her: "Come on! Ai-chan! Come on!"

The girl dusted off her arms, and an inexplicable emotion urged her to move closer to the strange girl.

Chapter 196 The World Behind the Door

The door had no door handle. When entering from the bridge side, the other side immediately shrank to the size of a match head, and then disappeared with a "hiss".

On the other side is a forest: it looks like it was painted by a bad oil painter, with excessive red and eye-catching pink. The grass is not the elegant green, but a passionate, deep green that makes people want to look at it.

The mysterious and lovely girl stood there, raising her hands to gesture: one hand stretched out to her chest, the other hand pressed against her forehead. Su Otome Ai watched her for a while, and then imitated her - perhaps some kind of ritual. She pointed to her lips and throat, and then to the door she came in through.

The transparent door that disappeared.

The surroundings were pink and translucent trees. The trunks and branches were beautiful, like blood vessels, with light red liquid flowing inside, moving from the roots upward to the tips, and then dripping down through the small openings.

The whole forest was filled with a faint strawberry scent, and her rubber-soled shoes stepped on the soft ground, creating many pink bubbles. As she approached the other person, she switched between languages ​​of various countries - all saying "hello".

The mysterious girl from another world seemed to understand one of them. She stopped, tilted her head to look, and burst out laughing. The cheerful ringtone broke the silence.

"So you can talk." She also stepped on the bubbles and moved closer.

Ai Suotome was a little surprised, "I thought you would use a more unique language..."

"I think there's something wrong with your throat." She walked closer, her black curly hair dodging the pale pink branches that could be seen sticking out from all directions. "Hello, outsider," she said.

"In that case... may I ask?"

"This is the Land of Hope," she grabbed Su Otome's hand and walked towards the distant town, very familiar with people. "You can only stay for one day. Your name is very nice, can I call you Ai-chan? How about Xiao Ai? Where's Aiko? What are you doing on the bridge? Why don't you go home?"

The other party has a lot of problems, and Su Otome herself has a lot too.

"Sorry. I want to ask, where is this? I remember I was on the bridge just now? What is that pink door? Who are you?" She followed the little girl in front of her like a large dog on a leash, asking a lot of questions. In fact, there was not much she wanted to know. If all this was true, then it was not a ghost.

"I'm the ghost on the bridge! Ha!" She saw through the girl's panic, stuck out her tongue, and kept moving forward. "I said it's the Land of Hope, so of course it's a place where people like you live."

“I’ve never heard of…”

"Because you've never been so desperate."

She said 'land of hope, land of hope', and Su Otome seemed to understand.

"So, I'm not the first one to see 'you'?"

"You are not the first one to see us. Many people have been here before and left with hope. You did a good job, didn't you?" She seemed to want the girl's praise. However, she was still confused and didn't have time to say "well done".

"Sorry, I can't seem to find my phone. I think I lost it somewhere—"

"Where did you put it?" She still pulled the girl forward.

"In my left coat pocket."

"It will appear after we get out. Also, please don't say sad words like 'lost', say 'got' here." The mysterious girl winked, raised her hand that was intertwined with Su Otome's fingers in a rather coquettish manner, and gently kissed the back of her hand. "Don't say that kind of words."

What does it mean.

"When you come to a place, you must abide by the customs and rules of that place. Isn't this a consensus among people?"

"So, I'm going to say 'I got my phone'?"

"That's right." Her back seemed to nod.

"That's a strange statement. If you really get something, what should you say? Lose it?"

The girl in front of me shook her head: "Of course not, get is also written as 'get', understand?"

"It doesn't make sense. 'I got my wallet, so I had to buy another one, so I got a new wallet.' Can you really understand what each other is saying?" Su Otome Ai frowned. Except for the absurd life she had when she was very young, no one had ever joked with her like this since she grew up.

Of course, everything in front of us should not be a joke to anyone.

The mysterious girl answered nonchalantly, her eyes still lingering on the interlocked fingers: "It couldn't be simpler. Anyway, we have to follow the rules on this day. There is no 'death', only birth. We can't say 'sadness', we have to say happiness."

Su Otome thought about it for a moment and roughly understood what she meant.

Not...difficult?

"But why can't I tell you?" she asked puzzledly.

"It will turn into ashes." The other party turned his head and made a face again. This was the third time in a short period of time. Personality, a very lively girl from another world? Su Otome Ai defined the other party in her heart.

But Ashes…really?

"You mean, after feeling sad - oh no, 'happy', you will turn into ashes?" She didn't quite believe it. A world where you turn into ashes once you are sad is too...

The other party was very satisfied with the girl's change of words, "That's it."

"That's too fragile..." Seeing her about to correct him, Su Otome realized that she had said something wrong again. "That's too 'strong', you are not the country of hope, you are the country of weakness."

She ignored the girl on the bridge, seemingly wondering if "weak" was too negative a word. After a while, she decided to force the girl to continue using it.

"Weak people in a weak country, how strange." Xiao Ai let the girl hold her hand and looked around curiously. It must be said that although the people here are fragile, the scenery is ten thousand times better than where she lives.

The air smelled like a pool of fruit crushed in front of a giant blower, full of sweetness and freshness. After leaving this not-too-small sweet forest, she could vaguely see people coming and going in the town: they seemed to have seen outsiders like her too many times, and were not surprised at all, just glancing at her, or the younger ones ran up to her and laughed and jumped around.

Just like the mysterious girl said.

A cheerful city without sadness.

"How about it?"

It was self-evident what she was referring to. It seemed that something was going on, and the town was moving in a regular pattern, with people heading to the same place. They seemed to understand the curiosity of the outsiders, and they took the hands that had not yet been released and walked towards the gathering place.

In the center of the crowd, several men and women were singing and dancing.

Young men stood around, holding brass bells or some unidentifiable instrument, beating the rhythm with their toes and singing songs, while the girls stood in the center, dancing barefoot.

The brisk and clear voice set off a rhythm under the young girl's feet, like a shining sword in the darkness, stirring up the absurdity and despair in Su Otome's heart. The sword was swung in disorder and order, cutting off invisible emotions and making people cheer.

What was strange was that the girl, who had only moved her mouth to cheer along, actually broke out in a sweat after the passionate dance and singing.

This world is so interesting.

Chapter 197 Strange Stories and Strange Girls