Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

[Tsukihime: You're becoming more and more like a ghost. Book signing event...]

[Tsukihime: Next year... no, the year after, the year after. Two years later, is that okay?]

[Akinosaka Akane: Why don't you say wait until you're old? ]

[Akinosaka Akane: Just recently! Just recently! Hurry up and make a decision. By the way, you have never posted any photos of yourself on your blog, right? Didn’t I tell you to post photos in advance to warm up the atmosphere?]

[Akinosaka Akane: And who is the ghost who is asking for death?!]

There was no reply for a long time.

Mori Yuesha pushed a candy into her mouth, and the screen was switching to a shopping website.

The girl tapped her fingers and threw many things into her shopping cart with a happy look on her face.

The person on the other end of the network was getting a little anxious as there was no response for a long time.

[Death Ghost: What on earth are you doing? Why don’t you reply to me? ]

[Death Ghost: You won’t change my nickname, right? ]

Mori Yuesha opened the chat interface with a smile.

[Tsukihime: Am I so childish in your heart? ]

【Tsukihime: ε?(?> ? <)?з】

[Death Devil: You'd better change it back! Don't forget, we'll meet soon. Also, hurry up and decide on the book signing event. How can I negotiate the venue without your approval?]

【I won’t change it back: Did you hear me? 】

[Tsukihime: Got it, Mother. I will consider it.]

【Tsukihime: (<ゝω?)~! 】

[I won’t change it back to: If I were your mother, you’d be dead! I’ll wait for your reply! Quick! One! Snap!]

Put down the phone.

Mother?

Mori Yuesha smiled and rolled off the bed. After coming back for a while, she still hadn't finished her work.

She walked to the mirror in her slippers, stretched out her hand, and opened the courtyard.

Then, another card condensed in his palm.

[Sweet mist forest detected, whether to merge. 】

Ripples appeared on the mirror surface.

In the courtyard, there were large pieces of tear marks, like a piece of paper torn by a naughty child, revealing the purple void after the damage.

The fairies dropped what they were doing and looked up at the sky.

A huge gap appeared above them.

From the gap, the reflection of the dense forest gradually falls down, approaches the courtyard, then overlaps and melts.

Filled those tears.

On the other side of the lake in the courtyard, countless green areas rise from the ground, and sweet mist is born between the leaves and grass. They surround the dense forest and fill the expanded space.

Courtyard, wooden house, lake, dense forest.

It's quite harmonious.

Mori Yuesa nodded with satisfaction, fixed her makeup in front of the mirror, and then stepped in.

Arrietty and Kunna had already greeted the tribesmen, and the fairies were not too surprised. They just gathered around the lake out of curiosity, chattering about the purpose of the forest.

"We have to leave some space for the Queen's future attendants." Arrietty stood on a high place. She was now the leader recognized by all the fairies. "We just need to make sure we have a good territory to survive. We can leave the forest to those who come after us."

The fairies had just arrived and had not yet adjusted their living environment to a comfortable state. The residence was still the same as before.

"Is the list ready?" Mori Yuesa sat on a mat in the house. The other fairies were on the table, led by Kunna and Arrietty.

"I've got a rough idea. The Internet is really a magical thing..." Kunna said, handing Mori Yuesha a long white cloth with densely packed words written on it with charcoal.

"Hmm, food list..."

"furniture……"

"Daily necessities..."

The girl rolled the strip of cloth around her finger and put it in her pajama pocket. "I will go shopping tomorrow. Arrietty and Quinna can come with me."

"As for the furniture and weapons, I will have someone make them to order. Please be patient for another two days."

Mr. Pod sat on the coffee table cushion with his arms around his wife - he had been a little depressed recently, not sure if it was because his wife had become younger, or because his wife knew that he had become younger.

When you return to youth, some things will become more vigorous.

He said from a distance: "It's not considered as patience, Your Majesty Yuesha. This is already a very generous condition. No humans, live freely, and don't have to worry about the rats that come out from time to time."

"Yes, we want to thank you, Your Majesty!"

"Yeah, I told you, following the Mage Sister is definitely better than staying there."

When it comes to addressing Mori Yuesha, Arrietty and Kunna are definitely on the side of Her Majesty the Queen; Mr. Pod and Ms. Homily, since they are the first group of fairies who knew Mori Yuesha, they usually address her as Yuesha, and only use honorifics when everyone is present.

As for the other titles, it depends on the little goblins to show their magical powers.

Some call her Sister Mage and Master Mage;

Some are simply 'king'.

The most outrageous thing is that some young male fairies would call Mori Yuesa: the big fairy.

'If we are little fairies, then isn't Mori Tsukisa a big fairy?' The young male fairy learned to type from nowhere, and pointed to the interpretation page on the screen: 'Fairy: also known as a monster, a metaphor for a woman with outstanding beauty who uses it to confuse people.'

“I see, that’s true…”

'Hey! Don't say that, Your Majesty!'

"As expected, the big fairy is the most suitable... absolutely perfect!"

The two parties started arguing again.

In response, Mori Yuesha could only smile.

After all, they were a group of little guys that I had brought back with great difficulty, and now...

It's a pity to screw them all to death.

<(*?ー?)~/

"Hmm..." Looking at them, the girl yawned.

"Are you sleepy?" Arrietty jumped onto the girl's shoulder with concern and sat down cross-legged: "Go and rest, Your Majesty. Did you consume too much energy by crossing the plane?"

Kunna climbed up from the other side and sat on the huge semicircular platform just below the woman's collarbone.

This shows the benefits of a mature banshee.

Shy Arrietty never dared to go there, although she also wanted to experience the super elastic high-altitude trampoline.

"Rest if you're tired. I just came back from there. I have jet lag, jet lag."

Kunna was lying on her back on the huge soft platform, wearing shorts, revealing her plump and toned legs.

"Well, good night, everyone." After saying goodbye to the fairies, she lowered her head and asked, "Who wants to go to bed with me, little ones?"

Arrietty and Quinna raised their hands high!

"Come on, I've got little blankets for both of you."

The girl turned and left with the two little ones.

Chapter 3 Alzheimer's

The cold beer hit another cup with a thud, and white foam overflowed from the mouth of the beer cup.

Akane Hongsaka crossed her legs and drank the beer in her hand.

The woman opposite her was about thirty years old, with short hair and blue eyes.

His figure is the only thing that Akane Akasaka envies.

Speaking of number one, of course, we have to count that crazy girl.

"Well, I say, haven't you been too busy lately?" Machida Sonoko poured new beer for the two of them. In the box, two women who were once college classmates were telling each other about the stupid things they encountered in their daily lives.

In their industry, it is really difficult to persevere if they don't find some emotional outlets.

"It's still Tsukihime! I've advised her many times, book signing event! Book signing event!"

Akane Benizaka slammed the table, while on the other side, Sonoko Machida was very interested.

"Tell me, what kind of person is that? Is it a handsome young man who has a crush on Miss Kousaka?"

Machida Yuanzi glanced at the other's slender legs teasingly. Even a big editor like her with a wide network of contacts was curious about the legendary "Tsukihime".

The name Tsukihime has been mentioned frequently by colleagues recently.

"It's a girl." Akane Benizaka pursed her lips. "If she likes me, please, please, at most she can just say um and ah a few times, and then go to the book signing event obediently..."

Machida Sonoko narrowed her eyes and said, "...I'll just skip your 'hmmmm' for now, but...it's really a girl? That's amazing, Dragon Ball is the most popular manga right now!"

Gumbling.

Drink it all in one gulp.

Akane Hongsaka put down her wine glass with a bitter face: "A very troublesome girl, she is the kind of pure one..."

"Not for money, but for fun?"

"It's even more troublesome than this." Akane Akasaka covered her face, "She started drawing in order to 'record the world she had seen'..."

Machida Sonoko: …

"In the middle school second period?"

Think about Mori Yuesa's appearance. She doesn't look like someone who is in her middle school years, right?

Akane Benizaka shook her head.

"Simply out of touch," she concluded, "Although he is indeed a very good painter and cartoonist."

"Ugh……"

Machida Sonoko put the sushi on her own small plate, feeling a little envious of her classmates.

"You are lucky. It's better than mine."

The short-haired woman's cheeks were slightly red as she spoke, and she gestured to a book, "That, I've shown it to you, right?"

Akane Ayaka forgot: "What beat?"

"Love metronome! Remember other people's works well!"

"I'm so busy, I don't have time to watch such a failed work." Akane Benizaka didn't care.

"How can you say it's a failure?" Machida Sonoko finished her sushi and began to stretch her chopsticks towards the tempura: "(chew)...I'm very (chew chew) about that girl. I'm very optimistic about her. But what she wrote... (chew)."

"Something is missing." Akane Benizaka hit the nail on the head: "I always feel like it's hard for people to fully commit to it, but I don't know what's wrong."

"right?"

After swallowing the food, Machida Yuanzi put down her chopsticks, clasped her hands together, and looked at the woman opposite her expectantly: "So, please help me!"

"um, I?"

"Tsukihime! Tsukihime..." Machida Sonoko blinked: "My author really likes Tsukihime's oil paintings - ah, you know... an author like her who writes about love and youth life is unlikely to like Dragon Ball..."

Seeing Akane Ayane's expression gradually getting worse, Machida Sonoko started to change the subject: "Anyway, she really likes Tsukihime's paintings, so I was thinking..."

"Let Yueji talk to her?"

Yeah, that's it.

Machida Sonoko had a 'please, please' look on her face.