The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

There is usually a habit in people's behavior that is different even if they take one way to open a door, for example.

Different from each and every servant employed in the same mansion. Janet hits knocks faster than people, Monique can hardly open the door when he replies. Nadia walks in like a drag on one leg, so she doesn't have to get knocked on the door to find out... she's not a servant, but it's her mother, Angelica, who calls her exemplary like she does in a textbook of manipulation. After ten days of living there, I almost remembered.

But on that tenth day, I was reading a book on my own couch, and I heard a knock unlike any I'd ever remembered before.

"Go ahead."

I wonder who. I'm unfamiliar with hearing it, and I'll respond carefully.

At the end of the fansion's gaze, the door slowly opened. I showed you my face.

"How's it going?"

"Olivia."

Olivia, an educator, using the Witches Association headquarters. I brokered a job at this mansion for the fantion, the man. You were used to calling out the functionality, and I didn't say "call me an educator" anymore.

Hey, welcome, and I recommend the couch across the street. I made sure Olivia lowered her hips before asking.

"What were you on guard for?"

"It's about you, the moment you opened it, no wonder you were putting together a trick to dust the intruder"

"What a word."

Do that, and what would you do if someone other than Olivia caught on?

What about that assessment to someone you haven't known in the first place? Though I suppose, since I first met her in the first place, I reconsidered that this woman had nothing in her favor of the functionality. However, this is the same thing when it comes to behavior - no, I just ambushed you, is this one bad for you?

It's just that, seriously, it's just a waste of time. So the fantion decided to forget about those things and answer Olivia's first question.

Of the mansion, comfortable to live in.

"That's a bad idea. At least, it's not bad."

"That would be so. The Wizard Angelica's mansion."

I guess that means that someone named Angelica is in quite a position among the wizards. Precisely, is there a clan that includes her?

Inside a large lot, a large mansion. I have remembered the general locations such as the dining room, kitchen, reception room, storage, and the room assigned to each person, but have not been able to fully grasp the exact intervals. I want to knock him in early because it's essential knowledge to work as an escort.

I'd just like to observe it everywhere if possible, but the fantion has just arrived at this mansion and is somewhat reluctant. It still caught my eye to look around.

I wouldn't have read such a fancy subtle mind, but rarely did Olivia say something to take into account.

"How are you doing with Angelica?"

"Yeah. You like flowers, that guy. Often in the courtyard, taking care of flowers. Using the magic of water, I showered the flowers simultaneously and they laughed," Wow, that's magic. "

"I guess it's rare because she can't use magic herself. And Daniel?"

"Master Daniel was obstinate when he saw me and Master Angelica take care of the flowers, 'Looks like they took Angelica'. But he's a good guy, too. At night, when I was watching the courtyard, he gave me a sneak chocolate saying, 'Don't tell everyone.'"

"Hmm. Sounds like him"

"My new father and mother are very good people. This is quite a fun place."

That was meant to be true.

But for some reason, Olivia frowned. I didn't mean to be sarcastic, I didn't mean to use thorny words.

I immediately realized that I was wrong about the rhetoric. "Ah," he says, becoming a voice.

"No, my real father and mother were good people, too. But yeah."

I'd like to say that it's a misunderstanding, but the more I used the word, the more likely it was to fit into the mud, and the fantion pressed silence.

Silently for a while, think.

"Olivia, do you have a minute?"

It's quicker to show than to say. The fantion rose off the couch and invited Olivia. She stands up, even though she looks suspicious.

What I wanted to show you was in the corner of the room. By the desk, stools and books were loaded so as not to be as unnatural as possible, so as to be shady from the entrance, and placed there. Hang a beige cloth on top and you don't know what that is just at first glance.

Olivia looks surprised. I pointed at it with my jaw and said, "You can look at it".

Olivia picked the end of the cloth and lifted it softly.

"This is"

The moment I saw the contents, I found it breathtaking.

"I have the magic of sleep. If I don't wake up, I won't wake up."

There's - there's one woman.

He is dressed in a black robe, relaxes his limbs and remains unconscious. Only sleeping was familiar to the fanshon himself who brought her to that state. A face I've never seen in this mansion.

"I was snooping through the mansion earlier this morning"

When I spoke out strangely, I suddenly pointed my wand at him, saying, "I was seen -!" etc., so I threw about two or three machined gems that sucked magic mightily at him, and the woman lost her magic and lost consciousness not long before she screamed.

But with the functionality, I didn't want to attack you. Not at all that I wanted to try out the power of a new and powerful gem, but that I had to respond because the other one attacked me, so this, yes, is only the result of self-defense. It's just - I think that, looking down at the woman.

"It doesn't look like he was after Master Angelica, so is it just eye-catching? This house looks like it's worth a shot without Angelica's" physique. "

"... what is security doing, not at all"

"It just so happens that I caught you before security. If I hadn't captured him, I think security would have caught him one of these days."

It was meant to be more than just a time of day, not something that meant sheltering security. But Olivia's expression says eloquently, "I'm not convinced," so I'll add another word.

"No, I need some magic material."

"Don't do that"

Olivia's face obviously turned into something that represented discomfort.

"Given peer retaliation, doing so is not an interesting way to use it. I'll dispose of it properly here, so give me the pattern."

"Fine. Give me something instead."

"... should I even prepare a book"

Sure, that's fascinating too.

Ten days after I came over to this mansion, there was something I always thought was missing.

"More than that, I wonder if you want a stash of a lot of things. I'd like to do some magic experiments that come to mind, but I'd like to hide anything as dangerous as possible. I don't want my servants to worry about me."

"Then even behind the bookshelf in your room, you could make a space. I'll help you."

"Mmm, nice."

Good suggestion. There is no shortage as a replacement condition.

Pull the book out a little from the bottom step of the bookshelf and create space behind it. While taking care not to know that by the looks of it, so that it is too wide to keep experimental tools and deliverables.

Yeah, but if you don't, while the two of us are making a mistake...

"My father and mother, who gave birth to me, were not bad men."

Porridge.

Before I was aware of it myself, such words leaked out of the mouth of the fantion. While Olivia's eyes on the bookshelf noticed turning this way, the functionality does not. I kept leaning down to look at the bottom of the bookshelf and continued.

"Just"

Reminds me. - About my parents who died in an accident.

A common wizard who does not have many magic powers, believes in the protection of his ancestors and lives his days peacefully. That was Ako's parents.

"Everywhere, it was normal"

That's not a bad thing. It's also the wizard's way of life. Or shall I say a way of life that suits their height?

Although.

"... I was their child under my real parents, like my parents, as a wizard with nowhere to be special. He hid his magic from his friends and was just one child."

But.

That's a little, a little...

- It was cramped.

"Now. I wielded magical power without a wand, and no one calls me heretical where I have caught a prick peeking into the mansion. It is also permissible to purchase knowledge, assemble and express new magic. It is."

Now it's time to look for the right words to avoid misunderstandings.

It's not like I hated my parents. I didn't even get used to living here. So I can't appreciate everything correctly, but at least as far as this, secret-packed bookshelf thing is concerned.

"Wataru, Fun"

What a pleasant thing to be able to stretch your long arm as long as you like.

It's just...

Olivia drew it right. This means that the language of the fantasy was only "whirlpool" and I didn't consider the thought of fun to be everything.

Looking at the wizard lying without saying a word of sleep, Olivia said.

"This woman."

"Yeah?"

"You said you caught him early in the morning."

"Yeah."

There is no falsehood there. Nod.

"At night, I was looking in the courtyard and Daniel gave me the chocolate," you said.

"Yeah. That's it?

I ask, don't eat sweet things at night, or brush your teeth properly, or I'll kick you if I say something that will make your kids listen.

But it went on, not like that.

It was a short question.

Can't you sleep?

――

The fantion, uh, laughed. Seems to mislead something, I thought to myself.

"Sometimes. But it's okay"

I'll get used to that, too.