Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

The girl shook her head woodenly, her pale face looking even weaker in the camera: "No regrets, I don't like her at all. It was a mistake, and it ended happily. I'm even a little happy."

finished...

The short-haired girl lowered her head slightly, looking depressed for a few seconds, and then years of training took over.

She sat up straight and smiled in a standard way.

Hopefully... Ya won't see it.

Probably not?

She never pays attention to such commercial gimmick videos. Besides, isn't school about to start?

Phew, fortunately...

Snap—the mouse keys click crisply.

Mori Yuesha closed the video expressionlessly.

Chapter 6 The King of Naming

"Don't show me such boring things anymore."

Morizuki Sa whispered to Izumi Sagiri, who looked worried.

"It's okay. I understand what Sagiri means. Indeed... I shouldn't be sad for her anymore."

Morizuki Sa understood Sagiri's actions. She forced a smile, then logged into her email on the computer and downloaded a novel.

"Love... metronome?" Izumi Sagiri came over.

Mori Yuesha didn't open it, but turned around and patted the other person on the top of the head.

"It's a novel by a certain author. I can't let anyone else read it without her permission."

The head shrank back.

Leaving behind some murmurs.

"You can't let anyone else see it without my permission."

Mori Tsukisa: (???)…

Click on the novel.

'The most important thing about a metronome is to keep it stable so that it is accurate. However, my love can't be like a metronome, always on the same scale, without deviating from the track, and without being disrupted by the rhythm.'

Hmm... should we start with this perspective?

Very interesting.

…………

Ding.

Ding ding ding ding——

Continuous vibration sounds.

A pair of slender hands slowly reached into the place wrapped in cloth and pinched the thing that was constantly vibrating...

The dim light illuminates a pair of blurry eyes.

Mori Yuesha, who had just woken up, took out her phone and swiped her thumb upwards: the screen was full of messages -

【Ren Ye: This is you, right? Wuhu! It’s on fire!】

【Golden Puppy Gou: Hey, Cowgirl, you sing pretty well. 】

[Worker Nanami: I don’t want them to hear it... But, it’s great, Yuesha! ]

[Chishunmura Zheng: You really have some free time. I heard that your book signing event has been postponed again? ]

[My wife: Why did Shizuka Hiratsuka ask you to get out? ]

[My wife Zizi: She is so annoying. ]

[My wife: The travel party for the kendo class will end soon. I will hurry back.]

Only one person's focus was in a strange place.

Mori Yuesa sighed and clicked on the video.

The person who filmed it should have been behind him at the time. The video was shot entirely with his back, without any shaking or deviation, and completely captured the accompaniment and his and his grandmother's voices.

Currently, the number of views on this video is surging rapidly.

'It sounds great! Full marks~(￣▽￣)~*'

'Does anyone know who this girl is?'

"I guess it's some artist's warm-up? This method has been repeated many times."

"I think I know her? She's a student."

'It sounds good, good, good, good, good, good, good! I am breastfeeding and my maternal love is overflowing o(*////▽////*)q'

"Whatever the higher-ups say..."

Mori Yuesha commented expressionlessly. On the two small square blankets beside the pillow, Arrietty and Kunna looked up with confused expressions and grabbed her arms.

"Hey, Her Majesty is famous?"

Mori Yuesha locked her phone.

“It’s just the back.”

"My roommate will be back in two days. She is a gentle child. I will give the rights to the courtyard to you two. Be careful not to be discovered when entering and leaving the mirror."

The two little ones nodded.

"But school is about to start, so you don't have to worry too much."

Mori Yuesa sat up, pulled her messy hair, and walked to the door.

There are boxes of express deliveries piled up here.

There was food, daily necessities, and fairy furniture that he had asked the factory to make.

Isn’t it too, too exquisite?

Arrietty rocked in her high-backed chair.

In front of her, there were small pieces of furniture shrunk to a certain scale:

There are Victorian styles, Japanese styles, and some weird ones - steampunk, futuristic science fiction.

In short, most of those who made the requests were young fairies who had frequent access to the Internet recently, and Mori Yuesha had no shortage of design fees and mold money, so she met all their requests with a wave of her hand.

"Just fiddle with it for a while, I'll help you first--"

"Your Majesty, there's no need for you to get involved in this matter." Kunna became unusually serious, stretched out her little arms, and blocked Mori Yuesha when she was about to reach out her hand.

Um…?

Morizuki Sa, who wanted to pick up the box to help, stood still.

She forgot that these little goblins were not the dwarf humans in that world.

"Hey, young boys, come out, come out and move the furniture!"

Little goblins jumped out of the mirror, swiped past with hooks hanging, and flashed, close to the ground.

Pod and Homily followed cheerfully behind, but they were not young people.

Mori Yuesha simply sat in the living room to watch the scene from afar and poured herself a cup of black tea.

The goblins were directed by Arrietty above and divided the work, while Kunna helped them one by one below, packing the things and hanging the tow locks. A goblin could easily pull a cardboard box that was half a person's height.

"How is it, Your Majesty?"

Arrietty stood on the table to take credit. She had already changed her equipment around her waist and her eyebrows were raised as she spoke.

Ever since she found a brand new pocket rapier in the box, the sewing needle was honorably retired and returned to its mother.

Arrietty drew her rapier and swung it a few times. "In recent days, we have mastered some evolved bodies. Your Majesty, would you like to see them?"

An evolved body?

Mori Yuesha stood up with great interest and followed the fairies dragging boxes into the courtyard.

There are big changes here.

Large areas of interior decoration where humans live have been stripped away by the goblins without them noticing.

The walls were covered with some kind of primitive totems, and the furniture used by humans was broken down into pieces of wood that could be reused. The rest was thrown outside, waiting for the goblin in charge to drag it out of the courtyard space.

Arrietty asked the fairies to pull the things back first, and then took Kunna and Mori Yuesha, bypassing the groups of houses and coming to the lake.

"Come on! Show it to Her Majesty the Queen?"

Kunna took off the giant hammer from her waist slowly and said, "You lost last time."

"That's because I wasn't serious!" Arrietty held her head high and saluted to Mori Yuesha. The next moment, the rapier was quickly pulled out!

A silver light!

Clang!

The giant hammer and the rapier collided, splashing sparks!

"Hey!" Arrietty screamed, and exerted her strength close to the ground. Her body jumped back a few times like a fast arrow, and then continued to shoot towards Kunna!

Clang! Clang!

A series of stabbing blows were blocked by the hammer head or hammer shaft.

It can be seen that the two have fought too many times and are familiar with each other's attack methods and routines.

No one could find the flaw for a while.

Mori Yuesha found it interesting: she discovered that there were several sunken, bumpy holes on the ground where the two men had fought.

——Some were dented by hammers, and some were scratched by rapiers.

Hmm, this kind of force is enough to smash or penetrate the skull head-on, right?

After all, the primary goal of an assassin is to use his petite body to quickly stab the target's skull, eyeballs, or throat to kill him.

More flexible than a bullet and as fast as a bullet.

How about changing the name to: Bullet Demon of Hammerhead and Sword Combination?

(?o?o)??

Miss Sen, the naming king, began to daydream again.

Chapter 7 Tojo Aoi and Reiko

In a closed carriage.

Aoi Tojo was fiddling with a pen out of boredom.

Her hands were white and almost transparent, with pink nails in perfect ovals. Her forehead was neatly trimmed to cover her eyebrows, and her black hair flowed down the sides of her face, reaching her jawline like a knife.

A black poison apple.

Today she wore a high-necked black business suit, with boring eye ends and raised black eyeliner.

Sitting in the passenger seat, Usami Reiko's hair was slightly longer than hers, shoulder-length and long enough to be tied into a small ponytail.

"Decided?"

Usami Reiko held a cigarette in her mouth, puffing out clouds of smoke, and the strong smell of tobacco filled the carriage: "Of course, I can't think of any necessary reason to be loyal to such a corrupt organization."

Tojo Aoi doesn't think so: "Is it because of Yoshino Kenichi?"