Miss Planeswalker, Are You Free to Fall in Love?

Arrietty was still arguing with her mother, and Pod slapped his fat palms, interrupting the conversation between his wife and daughter: "Arrietty, we all know that the potted flower is dead.

The reason I didn't throw it away is because you always like to climb up and doze on that diamond-shaped rhizome as a kid. "

"Dead plants cannot be reborn."

"But it's alive! Dad!"

Homily looked worriedly at her husband.

She had a feeling that the dull and stable daily life that had been going on all along was about to disappear in her husband's words.

That's right, Pod is not a rhetorical person, he nodded and made a bet with his daughter.

"Okay, okay. Arrietty. I can't convince you any more than my father used to convince me of his deceitful tricks."

Podwin said mildly, "So, let's make a bet?"

Pod winked at Homily, soothed his wife, and then reached out and stroked Arrietty's dazzling red hair.

"Tomorrow, I'll go with you. If it's on, then, your mother and I..." He looked at Homily: "My mother and I are 'preliminary' to recognize you, and your grandfather prophecy."

After speaking, Pod turned his head: "If it doesn't turn on..."

Arrietty snapped, "It's on!"

"But we're betting you'll have to let me finish the other part?"

The girl folded her hands on her chest and pouted.

The father said the other half: "If it doesn't open, it's still withering there. Then, you have to promise me two things."

"First, I will take Spiller back to live, and you have to get along well with him."

Arrietty bounced off her chair like she was furry. "I don't like that dirty guy!"

Spieler is a year younger than Arrietty.

He has no family and lives a wild life alone.

This young little human hunter can be said to be as skilled as Pod. He once saved Pod's life under the knife of a mantis.

Later, after getting acquainted with the Pod family, this wild little man with a bow and arrow often came to visit the Pod family and brought some fruits and leaves.

Homily and Pod both liked the boy with the grey hair.

Of course, Arrietiko didn't want to play with dirty boys.

Moreover, she also understands what her parents are thinking.

No.

Pod spread his hands helplessly: "That's the back, the next steps. Dear, listen to me, this is the first condition, if you don't agree-"

"Okay!" Arrietty raised her head and pinned the sewing needle back to her waist, as if she had made up her mind, and took a deep breath: "Anything else?"

"Second and last point. I will 'destroy' that plant."

Pod tentatively probed, and sure enough, when the word "destruction" was mentioned, his daughter's round eyes widened even more.

"You can't do this! Father!"

Pod shrugged. He had wanted to do it for a long time.

If it weren't for the fear that his daughter would stab him with a sewing needle at her waist, he would not be able to bear Arrietty's daily fuss over that junk.

"Of course I can.

If you lose the bet, I don't want to spend the rest of your life around that thing.

The loser has to obey the conditions, doesn't it?

Get married, have kids—maybe five or six?

That is the luck of the little people.

You see, when the child grows up, don't you naturally become the 'queen' of the little human race? "

"Since you like the word 'queen' so much."

Pod's teasing made the wife beside him squeeze the fat around his waist, and the man's face instantly wrinkled.

The girl glanced at her mother's movements, ignored the endless show of the two, and thought about her father's words.

If what I saw today is correct, it must be on.

Want to gamble?Assuming I'm wrong...

No.

Ten years later, I want to seize this opportunity!

Arrietty snapped the needle's gauntlet, stood up, and fastened her belt.

"No problem! I said yes! But if I win—"

Homily looked at her smug daughter with pity: You can't win, dear.

That pot of plant has been withered since the day your grandfather took it out.

Nothing in this world can come back to life.

Even if the girl who rented here is not so pretty anymore...

But the little people are the little people.

There was no queen, and Homily believed no prophecy.

Destroy the universe?Planeswalker?

Why don't you say that you are a god?

Chapter 93 The Queen and the Knight

There was nothing special about the [-]s.

During the afternoon tea time, everyone was busy entertaining.

Or, lazily leaning on the lounge chair on the balcony, drinking tea, eating cookies, and watching the well-dressed ladies and gentlemen downstairs chatting and laughing.

Arrietty was dressed in fiery red and had brown boots made of her father's fingertips of lambskin gloves.She has been reluctant to wear these boots.

After all, only if the house is occupied, and it happens to be winter, they can only borrow one.

However, today is different.Today is the first day she sees the Queen.

On the first side, you must appear in the best possible way.

The sewing needles on her waist were shining - the girl had been sanding them for half the night.

A dagger made of a small pin was also tied to the outside of his thigh.

A young coral-colored red hair was braided in a short braid on the back, and followed the girl swayingly up the curtain.

Pod headed, above Arrietty.

He was getting older, fat, and weak, and he couldn't bear to climb back and forth on such a curtain.

On the other hand, his daughter is full of vitality.

It reminded the man of his own father, old Pod.

So is he.

Every day, he is in high spirits and can easily perform actions that other little human races cannot do. His body is as dexterous as a fish swimming in the water.

Admirable.

If the prophecy is true...

No, not possible.

Pod shook his fat head and whispered to his daughter below: "Come here, Arrietty, go up from here."

The father and daughter climbed up the window along the curtain, and then, an invisible transparent silk thread, connected the window handle and the bedside post.

Pod took out a small iron handle and hung it on the wire, kicked his two short legs, and swiped along the small rope lock to the head of the opposite bed.

Arrietty followed.

It took two to ten minutes for two small figures to jump up and down to enter the bedroom from the living room, and then quietly ran to the balcony.

The black tea in Moriyukisha's teacup has cooled.

She closed her eyes, reclining on the recliner and dozing.

The long eyelashes trembled from time to time, and a few strands of black hair slid across the white and slender neck.

The sun shines impartially on her exposed calf.

The two little feet were brought together, the toes curled up, snow-white lined by emerald-green nails.

The sound sleep caused a green moss to open on the side of the girl, and the fresh fragrance of green grass came to her face.

Bright red poppy flowers stained her ripe cheeks, they opened on the girl's lower abdomen, on her hair, on her collarbone, and around the corners of her lips.

Like a dummy described by a painter, she enjoys a dark and sweet dream, peacefully sleeping in an oil painting full of emeralds and precious stones.

Pod was horrified.

He turned his head and found that his daughter seemed normal, admiring the beautiful scenery and whispering admiration.

"Crazy, crazy! Arrietty, we're leaving now! She, she! This girl... is the devil!"

Pod did not tug at Arrietty.

The daughter turned and looked at the sweaty father.

"Didn't you say it yesterday?"

Arrietty stretched out her hand suspiciously and wiped the sweat from her father's forehead: "I knew that grandpa was right! She is our queen!"

"No! You don't think... this, that's weird!" Pod stammered.

At this moment, the title of skillful craftsman has long since vanished.

If there is a choice, a man would rather choose to face both ends... No!Three mice can do it too!

Better than facing the sight in front of you.