The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

"Disgusting......"

"... that's all you drink, of course"

Sputnik and Nuts, it was the next morning that we were able to talk to each other properly.

That's because right after the scream, the nut's complexion changed from red to white as funny, and he jumped straight into the bathroom and didn't come out long. While waiting for it, Sputnik's limitations also came to fatigue - he made a cease-fire treaty to try not to get hypnotic sleep, and to this day.

After one night, when I went to the same dining room, the nuts were already make-up and about their seats, and there were three empty glasses lined up on the table. He doesn't seem to be if he's been drinking in the morning, with his right hand between his eyebrows and his face. Your complexion seems misleading with makeup, but you can't hide it until you have a headache.

When he noticed Sputnik's appearance, he lifted his left hand, "Oh, my goodness."

"I haven't had a drink in a while... I basically don't drink because I don't know when it's going to take off and I don't know where or what's going to happen. Oh, it really worked."

"It's hard for a police officer."

"Well. So, what about you? Calm down?"

"Oh...... well slept. I finally feel like I can re-divide it."

Of course there is fatigue from yesterday's mayhem, but for the first time in a really long time, under a roof without yuki, it is huge that I could sleep without any feeling.

"What do you remember?

"Yes.... you, think calmly. There's no way you can carry a baton like a police notebook, a work-paid piece of equipment, to go to visit a city on an off-duty day. I mean, what if you carry it with you and you lose it?"

Why didn't you present Lew with a police notebook - an answer to last night's inquiry. It's like zero dissatisfaction. That's proof left that you remember last night.

Move your fingers out of your eyebrows and scratch your forehead straight up. The sweat is seeping, but I couldn't see the kind of emotion that boiled last night.

"Well... sure, you do"

"Right. Not at all."

Lifting the glass and tilting it, he seemed to notice that the contents were empty. I waved at the clerk I had refrained from. A female clerk grins and runs to the slip in one hand.

Glimpse the menu and announce your order.

"Orange juice and a set of salads. And you?"

"... on a set of toast"

"Yes, sir."

Think as you bow your head to the dust and see it disappear into the kitchen.

Last night's disrespect. Crying nuts.... I can't say I'm a nut opponent, that's too much.

This one was exhausted. All of a sudden you get caught up in something, and in the absence of a clue to anything, you leave at hand so that even half the employees are taken away, and no one can rely on you anywhere...... so even so. You can't say it's all bad.

Though.

Where I feel it, it's not like I don't, I didn't.

"Nah."

"What?"

Silence.

"... you know,"

"What?"

Silence.

The dining room has guests looking for breakfast and unlike last night it's quite busy. Still, only this tape of our own somehow feels slightly quieter than the rest of our seats, so...

But.

"If you have something to say, say it."

I was rushed, gush, and my throat rang.

Be prepared.

"... only once, I'll tell you"

"Yes."

Close your eyes, frown, and lean down.

Deep breaths, once.

Sputnik...

"Sorry, it was"

I lowered my head.

Place your hands on your legs and stare at the wood on the table. Continuing that posture...

"Hey."

Called.

Lift your head just a little and look up at the nuts.

The nuts.

- He looked as if he had seen it even at the end of the world.

"You, who?

"You're too busy to even forget the faces of the citizens of your city, Baba."

The poison came out with a mouthful of reflexes.

Tongue punch. That's why I said I hesitated.

"Not at all, no more..."

Nuts frowned, laughing. The smile also looks similar to what the nuts often point at Crewe in Liafiat City, making my butt feel itchy (itchy) and uncomfortable.

Nuts did not behave like Sputnik any more. I just said, "When you're in trouble, you just have to rely on someone."

"In that case, you should talk to someone and make more choices. That way, someone tells me the solution, worries me together, yells at me to hold on, even if I don't. … even if the solution didn't come to mind, it might somehow be resolved somewhere very irrelevant while doing so."

"Don't leave it to others, it"

"That's not okay. If you can solve the problem."

Touch the silver spoon placed with your fingertips. Sputnik's face appeared upside down.

"I can yell at you right now, even if what you're holding is something I can't fix. Like last night. Stay down and say what you can't. I might be able to handle it."

――……

I wonder how far I can talk to you, even though I'm lost.

Pompous, talk. After noon yesterday, I suddenly arrived at the jewelry store, about a letter without a sender. That the letter had magic in it. By magic, Yuki and I, we were transferred to this city. That the nuts showed up where they were thrown out and bewildered by the city of Vealton. That I relied on a wizard I knew to go to the Witches Association Branch of the City of Vealton, but was kicked out without fulfillment. That I went to see Krew who fell ill but that didn't come true either, that I talked to Liu... etc.

I lay low about Crewe's 'identity' and told him otherwise,

Tell me one thing.

"What?"

"That 'wizard' has something to do with Crewe, too, right?

"... No Comments"

Affirmations are the same, but I couldn't possibly not answer that. Although the nuts also perceived Sputnik's mood or did not pursue it any further on that point.

Instead, he also asked questions.

"One more thing...... this is confirmation. You're pretty sure that mansion is Mr. Yuki's father, Chairman Krulol Jeweler's mansion, right? Um, that mansion that you were in the" showed up "section and that you flew away knowing that Crewe was ill."

"That's for sure"

I can assure you, but what does that have to do with anything?

The clerk brought the meal. A salad set is placed in front of the nuts and a toast set is placed in front of Sputnik. The cold potage with the mug seemed slightly too ahead of the season, but it seemed to work for the hangover head, and the nuts drank it to the point that they wanted to.

After sipping potage, say in a relaxed tone.

"Why Yuki changed her complexion. But... I don't know. There, what else does that mean"

I said it in a way that I didn't love anyone else and tilted my neck slowly.

But Sputnik doesn't know what the nutty question means. - What else does that mean?

"I wonder if there is one or not"

"... what are you trying to say?

asks, buttering the toast.

Nut eyes move from potage to sputnik. Its eyes seemed to explore something, and the narrative seemed to be choosing the exact words.

"When you and I met in that alley. I told you," Yuki changed her complexion when she saw the mansion. "

"You said it. Is that it?"

"Maybe she looked purposefully"

"Huh?"

"The possibility of 'daring to teach me' when that is his mansion"

"What's in it for him in those places?

"I don't know. But isn't she 'the kind of person who's going to do that'?

The sharpness of the discerning eye reminds me of the nutty profession. Neither loving laughter nor cat clothing works for 'Inspector Sensitive Arms'. What do nuts think of Sputnik, who remains silent? Sputnik listened to the nuts as he toasted thick.

"Conscious or unconscious, someone who tries to manipulate people. She's quite a jerk. If you do not doubt every single one of your actions, you will soon be at your feet."

"... I know"

Once from a young age, I never made it through Yuki.

affirm, along with a host of bitter memories. And - for some reason, my nut stared at Sputnik. A relieved, unconscious, odd look.

"I thought you'd be mad."

"Why?"

"'Cause it's your sister, isn't it?

Tilt your neck. You want to say what it means to say that I didn't think I would react like that even though I was told to do something wrong inside me.

But I call him my sister, but he's a man with no blood connection, and in the first place, it should be reasonable to evaluate that as a 'scumbag' - Sputnik himself, since he was a child, has been hit by that scumbag (from) many times, and has suffered scattered pain.

Answering like that, the nut said, "That's the way it's done." Seemed convinced.

And. If that's dangerous, he says he's not a good person. Suppose they say that badly and Sputnik has an object that makes him angry. That's not something that can be measured on such a scale as how your blood ties are, how long your relationship is.

It had nothing to do with that, there was only one.