The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

Sputnik was going to pierce his silence until Soaran opened his mouth again, but it didn't last that long when he was silent. Because Elsa, who admitted to the empty glass, came with a pot and said, "How about replacing the water?"

I still manipulated a lot of vocabulary to thank this guy in good shape when he didn't shut up about it and had his love poured out as he did his best. However, I guess Elsa is also used to the customers of that hand as a clerk. With a smile and an easy soaran, he returns to the kitchen. By then, Soaran was back on track.

"Nope. Pretty girls are still nice. Eye blessing.... eh what were you talking about"

"It would be a magic story. of protection, of constraint."

When I told you, I met my hand, and I nodded that it was. There was no more shadow in his expression.

"But Iraja wonders why she's obsessed with magic girls. Well, she's certainly in charge of the magic girl. I'm telling you again and again as your boss, right? Deep pursuit is dangerous," he said.

Throw the tart into one missing mouth. Sputnik said to Soaran, who chews with a strange look.

"It would be for you"

"Mine?

"He said that being placed in a country like Liafiat by a man of your strength was a combination of stomachs. If you report that you captured the magic girl, it will disappear."

"... Really?"

Love broke, but still seems to have worked well enough to depress Soaran. Soaran sighed deeply because of me.

"Well. I mean, the Branch Manager of the new branch has always seen a left transition in Liafiat... Oh, I'm not saying that the city of Liafiat is rural, just in case (for Nen's sake)"

"I know."

It is a land in which a normal wizard would hardly be free of magic. What the hell kind of wizard likes to work in a place like that? It's natural as a person to want to somehow escape destiny to be set on the periphery - I thought that far and realized it was unexpected.

"A 'look at it' left transition?

"Ah."

Repeat the discomfort you fastened to your ear. And, Soaran raised a loose voice between them. Then he frowned bitterly and gave the same expression that he said was silent.

"You're saying there was actually some kind of clandestine fate"

"It's all right. We've got it all cleaned up, and the plans for the Rear Fiat branch have disappeared. You don't look convinced that you care. [M] You get a good look."

"Because I'm not trying to hide it. If you hide, you hide."

I wonder if it's true, and distort my lips like I made a little fool of myself. He asked Sputnik this when he followed it instead of eating ice cream at the top of the Sunday in a whimsical manner.

"Ore disease. You know what?

At that moment, I was fortunate that I didn't have any moisture in my mouth.

But the upset seems to have noticed. To Sputnik's appearance, Soaran made a grin with his ascendancy.

"There's no way I don't know. Right, you."

"About what?"

"You're a lousy liar."

I don't know, but I didn't.

One unexplained disease is called 'calculosis'. It is a disease that makes it easier for stones to form in the body, which can be dealt with initially by calluses, excretion, etc. caused by dry coughs, but stones increase in size and number as they progress, eventually leading to death. There are few cases and there is still no detailed research underway - a story that Sputnik once told a medical professional about an interesting anecdote among wizards as a symptom or phenomenon similar to the disease.

"Once upon a time, there was a certain pretty girl. One day when a girl went to the fountain to assemble water, she met an old woman. The old woman says, 'Give me some water. It's hard to get thirsty'. The sweethearted girl poured you a glass of water. The old woman was actually a wizard, and she thanked the girl for her magic - what a lovely magic every time the girl talked to her, the jewels overflowing from the girl's mouth"

In a tone that tells the child, Soaran showed off the story. I didn't have to tell you, I knew it.

"There's such a story in the wizard world. Fantastic magic. Ore disease."

"I'm sure you are."

"And I think. A lot of wizards."

Nodding, but the behavior never represents affirmation. Soaran's voice, eyes, fever.

"But what if there really was, a man who could produce jewels! If there really is such a thing, it is a 'tool' that beats anything for a wizard. The executives who thought so have repeated the experiment many times. Buy a few kids, grab them, try some magic. But I didn't get results - I didn't."

What I currently reworded into form meant, I guess, was.

Soaran's voice goes low. Sputnik also embarks on his desk when he is followed. No wizard would be listening to their conversation, but still, as he whispered, Soaran continued.

There was a kidnapping a while ago.

It's like exploring, Soaran's words.

There was no need to ask which kidnapping. It's the most impressive thing for Sputnik. It was so decided, and maybe because Soaran would have known that too.

What he says is probably that case six months ago. Crewe was caught and Sputnik beat the killers to pieces by the end of their skin. Mouth sealing was carried out. It should be.

But. Sputnik had been informed of one thing the other day about it. That moderate police officer, the information Nat brought - a record of his stay in Liafiat City. Seeing the wizard's visit information extracted from it, the nuts also had the same impression as Sputnik. "Looks like there's been a sharp increase in the last six months."

It's simply coming down for the establishment of the Rear Fiat branch. I thought so.

Just at the same time, 'too well timed'. I thought so, too.

He didn't overthink it.

"It happened that the story of the incident, perhaps truly by chance, entered the human ear of the Witch Society. The suspect is still in a state of confusion and unable to give a proper testimony. But he cared about the phrase 'my daughter gave me a jewel', which he said only once in it."

Unexpectedly, I bit my teeth. The frustration with the killer for giving extra testimony, the frustration with the police station for keeping extra records, and the anger at himself for mispacking.

The reason Sputnik set up a store in Liafiat City, Krew decided 'because he doesn't want to do business with his wizard opponent', but it fits half and half is a mistake. When Sputnik hired her, he decided to stay out of the reach of the wizard if he was to stop traveling one day and set up a shop somewhere.

Because I knew what would happen if Crewe's 'physique' were known to them.

"Of course they thought so." Employee's daughter could be an Ore patient ""

In other words, the real purpose of their establishment was to monitor Crewe, the Sputnik jewellery store, when Soaran was supposed to be the branch manager.

I was also thinking about that possibility. Ever since he took Iraja to visit the Sputnik jewellery store.

Face to face with him and when he talked about the magic girl, he only once called him 'Mr. Crewe' about Crewe. Even though I always called Sputnik 'the shopkeeper'. If you knew the two names, you should have just said one word like that, but somehow he called that one 'lady' except once. - As if to hide that you knew her originally.

I thought it was a concern. Although.

If you've been noticed, are you done settling in this city? Watch the waters of a coffee with no waves standing, listening to Soaran. I was forced to push my head in, which was going to be confusing, and spinning my thoughts. Make the process of leaving this city as soon as possible. Otherwise - I stand in a chair, trying desperately to calm down my deviant brain.

But there was a hand to hold it down.

"Sputnik"

Ha, consciousness returns to reality. A color similar to Peridot reflected Sputnik without shaking. He held Sputnik's arm firmly in his arms as he stood up.

For the first time in his life, Soaran called him by name.

"Sit down. Sit down, calm down and listen to me. - Look, just in case something happens, just keep your mouth shut."

Karan on the plane, I heard a noise. That's the sound of Icey's ice melting and moving.

"I let you forge your signature. It is decided that under the permission of her guardian, shopkeeper Sputnik, she was put to the test for ore disease. A false medical record (medical record) was made and submitted to the association concluding that the test was negative. He also contacted the culprit of the recent kidnapping in secret, making him remember a little. I don't remember everything perfectly anymore."

Organize Soaran's words rolling up quickly in your head, while at the same time side by side calculating as much information as you have at hand. The work with a rather frustrating belly was badly labored and managed to contain my desire to throw a spoon at me.

"And at the same time, the reason for creating a branch of Liafiat is gone. I came to see you today to tell you that the plan for the establishment of the Rear Fiat branch is completely blank. The real reason 'I' finally raided at you is not because I craved her figure. It was" corroboration. "

"Supporting?"

I don't know if they believed my report.

I see.

If, for example, magic girls were to come and steal the 'tools' they wanted, they would probably try to prevent it at any cost. I don't know how many uses I sent to the Sputnik jewelry store. I would have even been forced to come where the shopkeeper (Sputnik) refused to be necessary, and I cannot deny the possibility that he appeared in the exercise of his strengths. Worst case scenario, abducting Crewe during the trap - however much, I may think too much.

In fact, however, only two people came to use it, and furthermore, when Sputnik said no, he ordered a light return. That would mean that the Witch Society no longer attaches so much importance to Krew or Sputnik jewelry stores.

But Sputnik was thinking.

The only thing to judge is the sincerity of the Witch Society, not just there.

"You've decided whether to trust me or not, haven't you?

He sees through the bottom of his belly and wrinkles between his eyebrows. To tear him up like that, and to try to soothe the tense atmosphere again, Soaran said, "I'm scared of your face. Yes, uh," he offered the tip of the fork where he stabbed him. But naturally Sputnik doesn't have a hobby for bastards to eat things. I refuse instantly, but it also seemed interesting, and he laughed at the tease.

Carrying the rejected bamboo into his own mouth, Soaran continues.

"Well, that's okay. This is just a report today, and I'm not here to hear your decision. Whether you judge me worthy of credit or not, I can't admit that you recognize the existence of her 'physique'. If her" secrets "don't fall into the club,"

"Why not?"

The question came out with my mouth open.

How can Soaran, who should have nothing to do with the Sputnik jewellery store, care about Crewe's safety? That's because I couldn't figure it out.

What if his presence has anything to do with her 'physique'? Sputnik knows very little about her before she met herself. Because Krew himself doesn't remember. Maybe Soaran had some sort of relationship with her back then - but Sputnik's predictions seemed off.

To his inquiry, Soaran flaunted his shoulder just saying it was a stupid question.

"'Why'? It's settled, Magic Girl is a vengeful being against them. I want to get in the way of their purpose, just that much. What the hell wonder is there about the principle of action? And."

Once he cut the words there, he took the fork and lifted the biggest wax to colour the tart. Softly, not pierce it, but put it on top of it.

"Delicious, Elsa," he waved to the kitchen as if he were a child, eating a large, mature, glowing, ripe meal with a thin jelly membrane in one bite. The ponytail swings and turns around, thanks, and the answer returns.

Turning back to Sputnik, he showed his teeth and laughed, and continued. It seemed like his philosophy of action, with its terribly light-hearted nature, but it also seemed like something more profound, something that anyone but him could even guess and know.

"I like cute things. I want to protect you from cute things. As much as I can."

However, the sincerity was questioned, and Sputnik sipped the coffee silently. The bitter acidity had intensified, but the warmth was still faint.

(cont 'd)