The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

A letter Sputnik sent out yesterday in a hurry. It was addressed to the management of the Sputnik jewellery store at the Crewl Jewellery Chamber.

When I cut and opened one side of the envelope bracketed in the parcel, several notes emerged from it. The text that began with "Master Sputnik, the owner of the Sputnik jewellery store," only pale requirements are allowed without the greeting of the season. From the rough handwriting so close to running writing, it seems more correct to say that we aimed to complete the mail as quickly as possible rather than to say that we did not suspect it was a breath disaster.

'I talked to a few wizards entering and leaving the Chamber of Commerce, but the story of the magic girl could only be purchased to the extent of "I've heard of it". There isn't enough time to do the investigation. I would have liked a little more respite if I could have done that. "

"I don't care if you resent me."

I shrugged unintentionally, but the note did not put a breath down and continued with the following words.

'At the moment, I will mail you something you can think of as a way to deal with the wizard. If you will, this will come into effect.'

That's right, close the body, and break the line. Crewl, the Jewellery Chamber and the administrator were allowed to sign, and the letter was over at the end of it - no.

"Stretching. Everything, on the way."

The bottom line, admitted to stabbing the nail, was ignored.

The first thing that came out when I opened the box was an envelope written in red saying 'most important'. I opened it thinking of something and there was a piece of paper inside - the "bill". Next to the amount, there was a proviso stating that "as a wizard's countermeasure supplies". Such a thing, even important to the sender, is secondary to this one. When I put it back in the envelope like it was, I put it aside.

There's also an envelope underneath. But this one was slightly different, and what came out of it was like a bill. Some strange writing is dancing hard. However, only the note that was in the bottom was written in a language known to Sputnik. Similar handwriting to an earlier letter, 'This is a bill that blocks the' protection 'essential for a wizard to use magic. It is widely and commonly used as a tool for disabling subjects when capturing wizards working in criminal activities, etc.'.

But that, perhaps, was what Ilaja was saying - Sputnik accidentally roared. "That doesn't work," he murmurs, "but it doesn't convey that to a distant chamber of commerce branch.

Was it too much of a bug's request for boulders to tell me exactly and effectively what to do with a single letter with no information but that I had been given a theft notice by a mysterious wizard named "Magic Girl Nagi Tan"? Drop out and reach inside the box. And there was still something in there. One small box.

I took it out and opened it, whatever it was. In it, it was still accompanied by a letter. I opened it without expecting so much, but it was not there that I attached a text that met Sputnik's wishes.

"In the event that the previous bills did not exchange effects, we rushed to create a tool that could theoretically be considered effective. However, this one was designed, created, and tested at my own discretion, and I have not obtained permission from the Witches Association to do so. I hope you don't use it as a courtesan. Keep a secret from the Witch Society and the Jewelry Chamber of Commerce."

This is followed by a concise description of the 'theory'. I read it about twice and accidentally leaked a grin. Totally my management is a good woman.

Sputnik rounded up the token and the explanatory note that was enclosed with it and released it into the trash. I guess the bill also includes the price of the token, but it was even questionable whether the item I made available as a sudden necessity could be returned, and if so, there was no reason to keep the weapon ineffective against the enemy. And I tried to retrieve what was in the box.

but the doorbell rang to block it.

Face up and look at the entrance door. But soon I dropped my gaze again, because it was not the guests who came, but the people who didn't even want to see me special.

"Welcome to"

"Why don't you let me see if I can serve you?"

When I answered her more unmotivated greetings than any other, the visitor nuts have said so in a still hateful way.

"I guess you said you didn't come shopping. What do you want?"

"This"

When asked, she took some bundles of paper out of the bag and offered it to Sputnik. A solid handwritten letter is leaping. Nut handwriting. Sputnik received the bundle of paper when he returned the letter unmade in the parcel.

"I've copied the Wizard's visit records for the past few years from the City Hall's Liafiat City stay records. But there was nothing suspicious. I wonder if the wizard uses a pseudonym for his visit."

Or you used magic to break in. However,

"Can I replicate something like this on my own"

"That's annoying, you can't do that."

I don't think it's anything I can say with my chest up, but whatever.

The record acknowledges the name of the visitor and the date of the visit, the length of stay and the reason for the stay. but that number was somewhat higher than Sputnik had expected.

"Is Liafiat City like this, a wizard visitor"

"Looks like you've had a sharp increase in the last six months. Look before that, because it's not on a yearly basis."

"... Indeed"

Turning one sheet, the paper below was more than half blank. Is it also going on below regarding the establishment of the Rear Fiat branch? Now that much of the reason for my stay over the past six months has been "field research," I look at the recent record section and realize it's unexpected.

"There are a few cases in this area, and the reason for your stay is' Visit to the police station '. Didn't you say the wizard had only seen you two or three times?"

I didn't mean to blame you in particular, but they didn't take that from the nuts. Or did you care for it yourself? "You have no choice," she murmured as she distorted her lips uncomfortably.

"Just then I was so busy, I didn't give a shit who was coming"

"Were you busy?

"I don't like it, I already forgot."

Inquire - but I immediately realized it wasn't necessary because she gave me a surprised look when I got it. Himself, his memory isn't that bad.

But. Sooner than the two of us started talking about it, Batan, there was a loud noise. I am not a visitor to think that the door sounded open but the doorbell didn't ring. It's not the same direction as the entrance door in the first place. Looking in the direction of the sound, the door was open for 'employees only'.

"Mr. Sputnik!

And what was standing there was Crewe, who should have gone to see how that wizard was doing.

Things are slightly different from what we discussed upstairs and what results we settled on again when we went. Is that, nevertheless, a battle posture, something like that?

Hmm. To exhale a rough nose and make a fist in front of your chest, and scream as it is.

"We're going to work with Mr. Ilaja to catch that ridiculous magic girl and hand her over to the Witches Association alive at the neck gate over the city pull!

"I've never seen a human being beaten to death before."

I don't know where I've learned those words, but the boulder wizard can't recover from being severed from his head either.

But Sputnik's pointer was also a breeze, with her eyes lifted and her arms widened wide. - Aliqui's intimidation certainly seemed like this, reminds me that I don't care.

"The maiden in love is invincible!

The meaning of the statement is unclear, but it seems that you have some sense of companionship with the Wizard. He snorted roughly as he shook his arms wide, "It's Solemn Qing! It's annihilation!" and threw up the harsh things, then went back upstairs again with a bullet.

"What's going on? That."

And a nut more perplexed than Sputnik looks at him, pointing powerlessly at Krew's vanishing door. You know, I almost told you. But I stopped.

I don't know why, but there's one thing I found out when I don't know. Sputnik threw it away with a grudge.

"... it's been a pain in the ass"

Love is love, but human beings who measure things that cannot be weighed are, for the most part, a pain in the ass.