The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

"I contacted the Witches Association yesterday using magic. - that the Sputnik jewellery store did receive a letter of notice and that the owner told me that the assistance was not necessary."

Words cut out by Ilaja, who sat back on the chair and finished her brief greeting. Sputnik heard it, tilting the cup.

In front of Sputnik and Ilaja, the two visitor cups placed on the work desk were brought earlier by Krew as "it would be rude not to serve anything, even though I am not a customer".

I received this as a thank you, but the contents of it offered were not tea but just white water. To Sputnik, stunned by unexpected contents, she chuckled and said, "That's enough because you're not a customer, is it?" and threw up and left. Auntie.

Mouth warm, tasteless, and tasteless just water to the point of licking. At that time, I had a small question.

"Normally, wizards can barely use magic in Liafiat City."

"Yeah. But it's possible if it's as simple magic as sending and receiving stories. I can't, but with as much power as Master Soaran. Nevertheless, it can be unclear with a lot of noise"

"As far as it goes. … and what are the results of the report?

"The association has ordered us both to return. The Society of Witches is not involved in this magic girl thing."

"It's superimposed"

I'll laugh at you to look as mean as I can. As expected, she distorted her cheeks uncomfortably, but it quickly disappeared.

"So? Did you come to tell me that?"

"No."

To Sputnik's inquiry, but she waved for the first time. - That's what I predicted half the time.

Then there was no need to ask, and Ilaja answered the continuation. Slowly with a submerged voice, as if to say even that if you speak so, your own heart will pass on to him.

"A favor is nothing else. I want to be present at the scene of the arrival of the magical girl."

Sputnik didn't move the shards on that offer either, because this was also what he expected. He hadn't forgotten what she looked like when she protested to her boss (Soaran) trying to pull it off, albeit once.

Not surprised what she thought to him, that's uncertain to Sputnik. I didn't even want to know, I just shook my head loose.

"I told you. I'm..."

"Not as a witch association person!

But blocked it, she said. Was it the kind of voice that squeezed out of the back of your throat a desperate achievement of the urge to scream? If you make a loud noise, Crewe will come, and then even the seat in this discussion will disappear - though it doesn't seem like she was able to calculate that far to the way she looked stuffed with chopped wings.

I can see the force entering both hands I put together on her desk.

"As one person, as an Iraja individual. Why don't you put it down?"

I can't find the right answer and look at her with my elbow on my desk. I don't laugh, green eyes that look serious. Eventually I lay my head down slowly and her it hides in my long eyelashes. I didn't immediately realize that the motion was a bow because the following narrative was too chopped up.

"In return, I have prepared it. My favor is that the deal shouldn't be a bad condition for you either.... I don't have time for this anymore."

The assembled hands were shaking just like their voices. I wasn't crying, though I didn't seem to be.

By leaning down, the hair hanging on her right ear flakes one room and falls off saggily. As it were, I was just silent that I had nothing else to say - but now I have too little information at all to reject or concede.

Sputnik shrugged, "I have no choice," and scratched his head.

It seems that Iraja looks up all the time when she hears it. Sputnik said pale after foreshadowing in his heart that he had never given me mercy.

"There's no time, what is it? What's in it for me to do with you? I don't have enough explanations for you. I'm gonna ask you everything. Don't you dare, talk to me."

Then her gaze swam. Rather than being unsure where to start, they seem to be making calculations as to where they intend to convince me. But that's probably a different phase than wanting to win an intelligence battle against Sputnik.

"I don't know any wizards. There are only jeweler connections."

So yes, I'll add. In the dark, you can keep a secret of any inconvenience as a person of the Witch Society. Then her eyes swayed greatly. Tie your lips together and watch Sputnik. The condition seemed to be that he was trustworthy or measuring.

Sputnik doesn't know how Iraja ended up judging him a worthy person. Still, after a brief silence, she pounded and grumbled about this.

"It's going to be a little far, but listen. I think it's the quickest way to talk from here. It's about Soaran's future treatment."

"That guy's?

treatment, is it also about to be taken under any responsibility? I just messed with something, and I didn't think it was that easy to show my tail.

"What do you mean?"

"Yes. Dear Soaran... No, I'm sorry. Soaran is."

"Dear Sir, Your Eminence or the Great Teacher, you can call me by the honorable name you like"

"... thank you. As Soaran himself said the other day, he will be entrusted with the responsibility of the Liafiat Branch Manager for the near future."

"You were saying. If that's the case, he's still in a very senior position."

"I am currently in the position of Deputy Branch Manager of the Association Branch in Cokedier"

She uttered the name of a city northwest of here. Cokedier, the capital of water, I once visited, but I remember doing it as two names say and there were many canals. It should take a few days by carriage from Liafiat City to Cokedier City.

"But the store owner. Did you know? With all due respect, the city of Riafiat is a land beyond boundaries for our wizards."

"I know. I hear ordinary wizards can barely use magic."

"Yes, I, of course, can barely exercise my magic in the city of Liafiat, even Master Soaran. The inability to exercise magic for a wizard is a matter of death and life, what kind of wizard would use it, such as a branch established on such land? Sounds good when it comes to branch managers, but if it's also a rear fiat branch, it's almost like a left transition."

And she leans down. What followed was a low, hard to hear voice.

"I do not believe that Soaran should be placed in such a region."

Iraja reached for the cup when she unwrapped her hand, which was tightly assembled.

I don't drink white water, I just wrap it up with both hands. It won't be warm either, but still she won't let go. He stared into the cup for a while, and eventually, looked up as if he had decided to.

"Thank you, Master Sputnik. You don't seem to like wizards. So I was wondering if you could make a deal with me for one thing."

Exploratory words and gaze. Pretending not to notice that, Sputnik repeats her words.

"Deal?"

"Yeah. - At dawn when I catch the magic girl, I'll hang with the Witches Association to put the plans of the Liafiat City Branch back on the blank paper"

To her words, Sputnik was somewhat surprised.

She's not such a powerful wizard, and she's not in a big position in the association. I didn't think she'd say such a big thing. Breathe thinly through the faceless and reassemble your feet under your desk.

"It would be the people at the top of the organization who decided to establish it. I don't know what you said, but I don't think you can handle it."

But she doesn't move. Did you also predict that they would ask you that, and answer pale as it flows?

"Originally Liafiat is a land with little wizard power. It is visible that it would be a waste of budget where we have created branches or something like this. Still, I want to make it, probably to keep someone named Soaran away from HQ - because I want to make trouble payments. It is now time for equality between men and women to be shouted at the Witches Association, but still underlying the idea of the inferiority of women remains colorful. Now the upper echelons are still made up of only women, and few consider it uninteresting that men stand close to the headquarters of the association. … it is also an open secret that the reconciliation between the branch manager of the Caulkdier and the deputy branch manager, Soalan, is not so good"

"And what does that have to do with securing a self-proclaimed magic girl"

"If we succeed in securing it, we will send a report to the Association headquarters that it was Soaran who contributed to securing the magic girl."

The hesitation, and similar soon, Iraja said.

"Does the owner know what the Magic Girl Nagi did?"

"No."

"The theft, destruction, and supposedly committing of many important magic tools and important documents delivered to the Witches Association, that we have set foot on the altar of our ancestors....... I don't have time to name just one place where I buy the anger of an association executive. Nagi Tan pretty much made this sorority of witches noise. If Master Soaran were to catch it, it would be a corresponding rumor within the association, and there would be people out there who disagree that they would put all those useful actors in the province. That would eliminate the need to create a branch in Rear Fiat, and even if it did not, there would be a voice saying we should reconsider the need for Rear Fiat branches. If that happens."

"Is it visible to disappear?"

"And!"

With just one more push, Iraja snorted herself out. Cubb's water surface waves because of his strong hands on the work desk.

"Why I'm in charge of Magic Girl Nagi - because she's not good at me herself."

"Are you not comfortable?

Sputnik repeats her words as she pulls her upper body slightly as opposed to hers. Taking it, Ilaja shook her head wide.

"Yes. I'm afraid, I don't think it's an exaggeration to say. I don't know why, but every time I see her in the field with me, she makes it hard to do her job. Now, I was always involved in security when she failed to commit the crime. - This is not my thoughts or mistakes. Sometimes Nagi Tan was immediately named 'Please stop calling Ilaja to the scene if you can, I'm sorry, please for the rest of my life'!

"I wonder if ordering from the security system with a letter of notice is' acting like a thief '..."

"I'm not sure why, but I think you understand that he doesn't like me anyway. By putting me on the scene on the same day, I don't think the disadvantages exist for the store owner."

She stretches her chest and says often with her face. How about that? It's a bargain - take your gaze off the look that you're going to hear the fantasy of, and put the answer to that on hold.

Instead I pounded and grumbled about this.

"I met the magic girl."

Her complexion changed. My eyes are opened and my upper body is slightly frozen.

"When. Where is it? Did you receive the notice from her?"

"No, you don't. Yesterday, a little after you left."

Include a bite of white water, to the extent that it is damp. I didn't want to scorch Iraja in a hurry, but after slowly putting him back in the saucer, I touched my right shoulder with that hand.

"I got hit in the right shoulder and in the left leg. When I throw this one at him," I take up the rolled bamboo (potato) on the work desk and twirl it between my fingers. "He spinned in the air and came back to me with the momentum as it was. Confirmed, can wizards use that much magic in Liafiat City?"

"Impossible."

I still made a denial. Even from the white cheeks, the blood is drawn.

"Use magic and float things in the universe. Of course, if it is the headquarters of the association, almost anyone can do such an act as a wizard.... but in the city of Riafiat. This, in the east. No wizard can do such a place. even though."

But it's true that you did it. And she didn't even try to deny that fact.

And thank you. In her condition, it seems difficult to deny that, there are past instances. "That wizard is crazy," Iraja said after shaking her clothes.

"The Society of Witches has a certain symbol"

"Talisman?"

"The wizard exercises his magic with the protection of his ancestors, but by using the symbol on the subject, he can block the protection of his ancestors. Wizards can't use magic if they block the protection of their original ancestors. It should. Yet..."

She looked up and looked at the window. There is no one outside. There's no such thing as that white wizard, no such thing as a moderate police officer. It's just sunlight plugging in.

"The Witch Society once used it as a countermeasure to the Magic Girl Nagitan. but for some reason, she didn't have the effect of a token. Even in an environment without the protection of our ancestors, for some reason, we were able to exercise our magic."

"Reason. How?"

"I don't know. If you know what I mean, catching him too... no, that's not all. As long as we know how that technology works, it will lead to the further development of the Witch Society. It will also make a significant contribution to the future of the Witch Society. How could she do all that?"

Do you intend to stand as a being harmful to the association? Keep doing that, biting your lips with regret.

But Sputnik remembered one thing at that time, completely different from Iraja's misery. - Sure then, the magic girl.

"Store owner. Did you do something wrong? Even in the mood."

"Nothing"

But that was something I couldn't help but tell Ilaja. So yes, I answered - she misunderstood that Sputnik thought something else. After a short period of silence, I slowly stood up and stood next to him around my desk.

I wonder what you're going to do. While weighing his sincerity, he also rises. Low height was still there for half the head, including heels. Even though there isn't as much height difference between Crewe and him, he shouldn't be losing out on intimidation. "What's up," she asks, but she never answered it.

"Right shoulder, you said."

"What..."

I still don't answer, I just touch Sputnik's shoulder with both hands.

She softly laid her own forehead on his right shoulder, as she could not do anything confused by the way she was not hostile, although she would have been supposed to refuse.

"We are in an organization for wizards. Let the sins committed by the wizard be those of us all. Even if it's the work of someone who doesn't belong to the organization."

Ilaja breathes slowly and deeply and vomits.

And I got a fever on my shoulder. It's not intense enough to burn. It's enough to feel comfortable. But more than that, Sputnik was surprised by the warmth and, at the same time, the changes he visited.

"The pain."

"Has it soothed a little?"

I feel uncomfortable if I move my arms. It's hard to say in a flattery that it's fully healed, but nevertheless, the burden of the wound was lighter.

Affirming, she looked up at Sputnik and laughed lightly. But on his face and back, there is a surprising sweat on his forehead. From that thin voice I could see that I was desperately killing my rising breath. A little wound healing, that much magic, would be quite a strain on her in this Liafiat city.

"To this extent, it is also possible for me to...... I will do everything I can. So please…"

"- Hey."

Your voice loses its breath and plunders away. Sputnik held onto her body as it drifted away.

"Hey. What's up?"

There is no reply when I shake it, just the platinum shakes as it is.

Thank you. He's lost his mind. Probably the harm of using magic, but I didn't know how to deal with such things because of my lack of knowledge of the wizard. I'm sure I should dare to put him to sleep somewhere, but what is the Wizard's magic in the first place? Will he recover in sleep - Sputnik began to worry, that's when.

I heard a slight noise.

"... Huh?

Then I hear you, little voice. It comes from the door.

Face up and look at you. and there stood a crew with his mouth open like an abalone.

The basin that is twirling at your feet is probably the source of earlier sounds. I didn't even have to think about what she was stunned by. tongue-beating. What an untimely employee, if you're here late enough, I can handle anything!

Until earlier, I would have grabbed the basin. My hands trembled in small pieces, and my unspoken voice began to leak. It was not difficult to imagine a disaster that would be visited shortly afterwards. I want to block my ears, but my hands are blocked and I can't do that either. Eventually Crewe's eyes moistened, his cheeks stained - and when he recognized the sight in front of him, as reality.

"Mr. Sputnik's, unclean -!"

An irrational cut of gold split his ear.