The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

Crewe never blamed himself for the first time explaining Sputnik's condition to Crewe that the adults were "not worried enough" and "common for adults" with all their mouths together.

Sputnik thought it might happen so often, such as a life crisis, but he didn't want to be left frustrated by self-loathing or nursed by Klu at four or six hours as a sin, so he appropriately kept the conversation together.

"Well, compared to his women's problems as a student, in a glimmer," "you used to get hurt shabby back then, didn't you? Are you okay these days?" I laughed. I plan to go beat him up waiting for his recovery, but it's not a matter of the moment.

Now, there is no shade in Krew, who talks about what he experienced today by adding gestures. There are too many novelties and things like talking or talking is still not enough.

The city of Viearton is a long way from the city of Liafiat and it's hard to come, so it's good to have an experience that's only possible here as a way of using your time.

Well, I was curious.

"You."

"Yes?"

"Is' physique 'okay?

Am I failing to pay attention to 'physique' again, depending on the fun, the rarity around me?

"Muggle," said Crewe, who was cheeky about wasabi maple salted butter cheese fresh demiglass strawberry chin vanilla-flavoured popcorn - I can't imagine if it tastes good or bad for Sputnik.

I'll stab the nail just in case I can't argue with my mouth full.

"I guess they haven't seen it again or anything. Don't take any more trouble."

"It's okay. I'm carrying a proper handkerchief or something. And then, with an escort, Mr. Nuts and Mr. Rush are always with me. It's okay!"

The repeated 'okay', on the contrary, diminishes credibility.

You managed to reassure me, and then there was a help boat in Krew, who overlapped words with it.

"If you're with the Javot clan, it's okay because the Witches Association headquarters (of which) is secure. There's a warrant in the club for Krewe.... Ah, here it is delicious"

Now it's time for me to stand out and help, and I relax, picking the popcorn Krew holds from the side. I don't know what discussion there was, but it seems that Yuki too, the wizard Françoise, fulfilled his return - or restoration - to the Witch Society in the clear.

But it's also not that optimistic of a situation. I don't doubt it's the store owner's role to protect employees even in lieu of their lives, but there's only one store owner's life.

I'm just a human being. How far can I protect you?

"A wizard trying to be tough means isn't always one of them. For the wizard, this time, I understood how precious and useful this creature is - maybe I should think of something more than ever to defend myself in future life so that I don't find a place to throw up gems."

"Uh, but isn't that okay?

I haven't taken a heavy look at things at all, Yuki's words.

You like it, from the cup. Grab the popcorn again.

"Do you believe that the power over the wizards at the headquarters of the Witches Association is absolute"

"Hmm, that's not what I'm saying"

Throw the grabbed popcorn into your mouth,

"Anyway, Krewe, it's time to stop throwing up jewelry."

"That's why..."

Trying to refute Yuki's words reflexively.

closed his mouth.

Now.

Didn't they say something very important?

"Huh?"

Asking Yuki back - look at Crewe's face.

Crewe was just about to swallow popcorn.

She said it, too.

"Huh?"

Shit.