The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

"Whoa, whoa, whoa."

Sputnik stopped worrying about her when she started rubbing her cheeks against the stuffed animal with all the oddity she needed to be impatient.

I'm just wondering what the hell that stuffed animal Elsa brought from somewhere and left next to her means, but it's not a matter of the moment. Sigh one, then raise your face, he said.

There was a pervert there who sparkled his eyes.

"What is that? Uh-oh. Eh."

"Stop talking like that teenage girl."

Carefully raise it to the end of the story.

"'Cause it's cute!? What the heck is that fuzzy hug and fuzzy? It can be super cute!!

"What are you?"

"Ah, I don't know. You live under the same roof as that cute one, and sometimes you're sleeping with her. Why is this Osama not guilty? Seriously, the law is too cruel."

"Let me get you another hall cake."

"I'll shut up."

As declared, it became perfectly quiet.

Only the expression is still unchanged after that, and when I pour the cake up and put it in my mouth, I break my face into all the bliss of the world.

... but

"Does Salty Dog fit the cake?"

The contents of the glass he was gripping changed one after the other before Sputnik saw it, and now it had a grapefruit color on it. I don't seem to have a strong appearance for alcohol, but it seems to be an out-of-the-box monkey, and I ask a simple question.

Then Soaran blinked one. Later, he tries to tell me something by gesture, but every move of it is huge, and it seems extra loud. It was Sputnik who took root.

"You can talk."

"Oh, thank you. -" I guess so. I like it though. '"

Saying, he dropped a little salt on the edge, inside.

"'First of all, if you say that, do beers fit melon bread?' - That's all I said."

"Didn't you tell me you were ashamed to say what people like?"

"Wow wow boomerang"

It was a word I knew and uttered, but he didn't seem to care so much. I responded that way laughing and sipping another sip of wine.

"Ha, the liquor tastes good. The day something happens, it's limited to booze and sweets. Alcohol. Alcohol. Bring it."

"Is something wrong?"

Sputnik realizes his expression is cloudy. Because he knew that his' work troubles' sometimes lead to threats to his, our own peace of mind.

Lower your voice and ask. - But as for this one,

"Baba motioned me"

"Woe to you."

It wasn't a big reason.

As for this one, he was losing interest at that point, but he seems to have been under a lot of stress, so he starts talking about staying down on his desk.

"I know. My position and my magic are the purpose anyway, right? I know you're hungry to keep it because it's better magic than the wizards there and has a future. I know, makeup is fine. Baba, don't touch people's clothes with poisonous manicured fingers. Baba, your clothes rot."

It's hard to hear because I'm down, but it was more or less a complaint about the witch. He doesn't seem to be crying, but, uh, he groans sadly. He seems to be a lot of difficulty with the Deputy Branch Manager.

If you splash your own rare sexuality - the magic girl - in the association, there will be no women to stop by, but that's not how it works. I thought so, and accidentally, I remembered a certain one woman.

"How's Ilaja?"

"Hmm?"

Soaran, hearing the name, finally looked up.

Ilaja. The person Sputnik has also met before is a witch wizard who admires Soaran more than her boss. Nevertheless, not knowing what was in her mind, he snorted, seemingly wondering that the name had suddenly come up, but thought it was not a bad story for the food of alcohol.

"I'm fine. I've been working so hard on my paperwork today...... yeah. That girl, from what I've heard, has been in communication with your daughter."

"Apparently."

I've seen a lot of notes lined up and eager to write about something since then. I've asked you about what you have so much to talk about and the content of the letters you're interacting with, but I don't know what you're talking about because no matter how much you ask, you shake "it's a girl's secret" or something.

The nail has been stabbed once and for all not to divulge anything about the job or the 'physique', but it would not be that far-fetched an employee.

... I turned my gaze softly and the "lady" in the case said, "Yes, ahem" and so on, pulling a spoon with a gratin over it.

For a smile and a smile that seems to be in a good mood, there doesn't seem to be any worries.

"Well, that seems to have fixed my mood too, above all."

Soaran stopped hearing Sputnik blurry.

"What, were you even in a fight?

"It's not like that... something went wrong with him"

"Like the color of the jewels you spit out?

"Stop trying to push the damn settings on that one. Our employees are healthy children, no matter where they come from. It's my employer's duty to get a medical exam every year."

"Hi. I get it. Your pretty princess doesn't throw up jewels. So, what's wrong?"

My attitude was angry, but it was also troublesome to make me apologize once and for all. Grab the melon bread and swallow it with frustration and continue the conversation.

"If you look at it first, you'll see, but if you do after me, you'll follow me"

"Isn't that something cute?"

"Can we talk about a cute place? I tried to follow you to the bathroom at first. I didn't even ask him to come shopping with me, and when he came, he came and grabbed the hem of his clothes and wouldn't let go. Even at that rate at night, I guess I'm going to be hiding myself... but I can't even buy a woman because of it"

"I wish I could honestly say, 'I can't check her constitution'"

When she glanced, Soaran whispered and gagged at her shoulders.

"Well, fine, then?

"... Earlier when I got home from Finetica, I didn't know what it was, but I kept saying it with my vain eyes."

"Konnyaku?"

I just frown when I don't understand.

"So I asked for a delivery of Konjaku food for about twenty servings at noon, but it didn't seem like I wanted to eat it, and I was eating Miso Taraku with a strange lean neck"

"You're gonna be pretty extreme, too."

Sputnik thinks the thoughtful part is one of his own strengths.

"But I think you liked Taraku Miso. About two days later, I was eating eggplant and daikon stewed with miso."

"Ah, that's cute too."

"But things are staying that way. I don't answer questions about what the wizard did."

Ignore Soaran, who puts his hand on his cheek and says in dismay.

Wet your lips with a bubbly disappearing beer and roar into the lingering bitterness in your tongue.

"What happened in Finetica, did you see something..."

"Have you met someone?

- Sputnik shut his mouth when he was taken at the end of the word.

When he raised his face momentarily, Soaran stopped acting like a puzzle earlier and had an odd look on his face. I know you're trying to laugh, but you also look like you're in trouble somewhere. I'm not laughing well.

With that face, he said this.

"The Witch Society is looking for the wizard who helped her."

"... what?

Sputnik frowned, remembering what would not retreat into the word.

but he shakes loose or something. Say "no".

"I don't know about you guys or about her. It's because you want to corroborate the testimony of the killers. If it's true, it would be best if we could get the victim's testimony."

The Sputnik side had a fitting father-in-law name for turning down a request for investigative cooperation from the Witches Association - 'distrust' or 'concern' for the wizard for having been attacked by a wizard who once named a magic girl and also for having been attacked by an employee by a wizard 'out of utter misunderstanding' this time. It must have seemed perfectly natural for Sputnik not to wave his head vertically at the offer that this would never happen again, and that there would never be any mistakes in the hearing, so he would definitely cooperate in the investigation.

"But I wonder why he or she, a bona fide third party, isn't named. Hated to take care of it,"

"I didn't want you to know I was on the spot."

I don't mean to give back my interest in being taken word butt earlier, but I also think it turned out to be. Ha, I looked up.

"For example?"

"In the middle of an affair trip, or something"

"Ahahahahaha"

Sputnik's tension was relieved in its entirety, or Soaran laughed with a single voice, putting his arms, legs back together, and keeping his body behind his back.

Leaning back wide as it was, he exhaled for a long time toward the ceiling.

"I guess I didn't like being involved in any more troublesome things, guiding the theory in the difficult direction, but the truth is, well"

Stick a fork in the cake. The cut was a little bigger to eat in one bite, but he was forced to cheek it up. I've been trying to keep it from chewing for a while, but eventually I pour it in with booze.

"Who helped her? She's Finetica, who did you meet? - Who did she ask, and what the hell? I'm interested in that."

Then Soaran narrowed his eyes a little, turned to Sputnik and made him laugh with meaning.

Though I didn't dress so well because I had cream on the edge of my mouth.