The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

From the carriage rental shop, on the way home.

Grab the hem of his shirt with both hands, and Crewe comes along the road.

The only reason the fluff doesn't squeeze is because one cheek has big candy balls in its mouth, and the other doesn't squeeze is just a whim. It doesn't mean you're dissatisfied with something. Yes, it is.

Sometimes my eyes peek at this one, and I said, "Out of the way," I knew it. But I couldn't let it go. Because I no longer had the guts to leave him.

And Sputnik knew that, too. "But," I said.

"Here."

…………

And his hand touches her firmly gripped hand. In response to the guidance, Crewe grabbed Sputnik's middle finger with his right hand and his index finger with his left hand. At the same time, just a little, the mind weighs lighter and one of the fuzzy surfaces squeezes.

But I couldn't raise my gaze. Neither the wrinkles between the eyebrows nor the suspended lower lips can be restored to their original self, but remain a strange hand tie and go the way.

And, as Sputnik shrugs, I said.

Are you ready?

"... Yes"

"There's a lot of work involved in buying and selling rare items like gems. We need to calculate the value, appraisals, appraisals, and distribute them on the right route. Conversely, it's hard to make personal deals, if you're a normal person, you want to think of it as' where did you bring it from ', as you just did."

"Yes......"

Answer with a drip, I think.

"... but those people..."

I almost stopped talking about her previous' employer '. Even if they didn't have that means, they were selling Crewe's gems somewhere.

So I wondered, but I didn't say it until the end, because I realized on the way that it was pointless from what I found out. I didn't want to live the same way as those men.

The thought must have reached Sputnik as well, having guessed the meaning of the word, he did not speak much,

"For a student like that, there is a route for a student like that. Amateurs shouldn't get their hands on it, forget it."

And I said.

That's when I felt the relic on my throat and stopped my leg. Releasing his right hand from his hand, he coughs up his razor-sharp, pink-edged handkerchief out of his pocket. Sputnik, bent over and stroked her back like that.

Eventually buried in the handkerchief I spoke from my mouth were two jewels.... I thought it was unusual to have two at the same time, but if you look closely, one sticks to the handkerchief. When Crewe picked it up and took it away, there was a lot of yarn crumbs on the surface. That's not a gem, it's the sweet thing that's been swelling my cheeks now - it was a candy ball.

Not sure if I should put it in my mouth again, Sputnik said "stop" so I dropped it on the ground. One of these days a bird or a bug will eat it. I almost ate it, but it's so delicious, I'm sure I'd love it.

Leave only the gems inside, take a handkerchief, and walk out again. When his hands are emptied and he remembers the loneliness, looking for Sputnik's hands, his hands are already in the pockets of each slack. But I really couldn't give it up because I wanted it, and Crewe pulled his left arm and took his hand out, and he shook it with both hands again. Sputnik frowned for a moment, but shut up and did exactly what Krew wanted.

For a while then, keep walking silently.

Eventually, Sputnik squeaked, pounding.

"About the engagement."

"Huh..."

Crewe was very, very surprised because he didn't expect me to tell him that from him. You mean she was finally aware of what was bothering her?

"Mr. Sputnik, Konnyaku..."

"I didn't realize it at first. After I realized it, I tried to pretend I didn't."

But I can't help it if you're up to this. I said blurry.

He stopped his leg and looked down at Crewe. Sputnik's hand, only a little strength, and Krew's chest hurts. I didn't want to hear the words that went on, but there's nowhere more to escape now. I felt like I was about to cry and looked back into his eyes.

...... but.

Eventually, he told me...

"Marry, there's someone who wants to, isn't there?

"Huh."

- It was something that Crewe didn't expect at all.

But Sputnik, out of consciousness, such as her surprise.

"Show me how suspicious you are today. In conjunction with the last few days, I've thought a lot about it. So, in conclusion.... you were weighing the time to introduce me, weren't you? But I couldn't tell you, and I really took Anna's advice that you should just get away from me, and all I thought about was running off and saying... what, that face"

Speaking that far, he finally realized that Krew had stopped carrying on the two sentences. I realize for the first time since I was told that my mouth is completely open, and I close it in a hurry.

"Are you not?"

"Uh, that."

They took the sudden inability to catch up with thoughts and undeniable as a different meaning.

"I'm not a ghost either. I'm still a kid, so if we're gonna get along properly and childish, I'm not gonna be mad at anything. But I can't even introduce you to my parents, and I'm just saying that I'm running away from home without the effort that I'm allowed to make."

"Chi, wait a minute!

I did worry about my fiancée. To no one, I couldn't tell Sputnik, and he certainly was worried about what to do. I love it, and I want to marry someone one day, and I want to be with them all the time, too, yes. But, but...

- A little different!

"Um, uh, coo, I want to get married"

"I would. But..."

"But it's not!

I didn't want to be misunderstood that I liked someone other than him. Shake the judgment or something.

"What's bothering me is not about Ku..."

Don't tell anyone. Promise comes back in the back of my ear.

But I don't even have to put a promise or a Sputnik on the scale to see which is more important. The words leaked out of his mouth.

"Su, Mr. Sputnik's, konyaki, shan"

Chewed.

But the meaning must have been conveyed.

Fiancée. Then he frowned. but he doesn't seem angry.

"... mine?

His voice, which he asks pointing to his own nose tip, was sometime missing.

Crewe shook his neck wide and vertically at it, but Sputnik looked frightened,

"What, it"

And returned the inquiry.

"Oh, that... yes, aren't you there?"

"What?

"Will you be there?

"So what?"

"Fiancée,"

Now I could say it properly, without biting.

But the wrinkles between his eyebrows deepen.

"I'm not. My fiancée? Who told you that?"

"Uh, so, but"

"Your brother won't cross the line."

…………

Staring at him, he eventually turned away.

"Even if we cross the line, come on, we don't make contracts that incur compensation"

The rewording was convincing.

He's not sloppy with women, but that kind of place is solid.

"Who said that, that"

"Phew, phew, but"

"-Function?

I didn't forget what you told me to keep quiet. Although.

But there was no way I could keep it to myself anymore.

I knew there was something heterogeneous mixed up in that name that was repeated. But now, all you have to do is mouth the thoughts that overflow like you cut a weir, with all the best for Crewe.

"Phew, in Finetica, the wizard attacked me, and then the woman who helped me, in Mr. Funshon, som, som, som, som"

While holding onto him, Crewe managed to tell him what he had always had in his heart. That I wasn't even scared of bad wizards, that I was a very sweet person, that I had a shadow resembling someone, that she named Sputnik's fiancée.

Sputnik asked me everything. My emotions are extreme, and eventually I get zero pompous tears. People on the road sometimes look at this one and walk away, but that didn't really bother me either. Anyway, I was glad you snorted at me every word, yes or no.

"But Mr. Fanshon, don't tell anyone, so I can't say... I'm sorry, you know, kira, don't hate me."

"I don't know. to that extent."

And I say, bewildered, but in his eyes, there was some strange light glistening. Like a worrying suspicion - Sputnik eventually moved his lips without a voice as Crewe gazed at the trend. That looked like that guy's name.

"Hey, what was that woman like?"

"... after all, I know you, what is it"

Asking groaning, Sputnik's eyes shake again.

But the silence next time was short and the answer was clear.

"No. I just thought it was a coincidence because it was the same name as the foster aunt of Porch's child who lived next to the cousin's house of my best friend's daughter's mentor in my hometown's 800 store owner."

"Really? The world is small."

"No. Outreach. You think it's big?

Regardless, the conversation continues with a wave of empty hands up.

"So? What did he say - no. He did say," I'm Sputnik's fiancé, "didn't he?

When I turned my gaze down on each head trying to be the first to agree, I remembered it wasn't. It is not. To be precise:

"My own fiancée is coming to pick up about Ku..."

"What?"

And Sputnik's shoulder dropped.

"Well, maybe it wasn't me."

"Huh?"

"I asked someone to protect you, but didn't I come before him?"

- For a moment, the thought stops.

Sputnik's fiancée. To the shock of that word, I was no longer able to think any further, but if you ask me, it was certainly possible. The possibility that Sputnik found it for me, before anyone else came.

Why didn't you notice that? Crewe blinked and saw Sputnik again. He's a guy who thinks so many things that he can't even reach the end with Crewe's head, but now I know as much as he hasn't gotten her out of the way. Shake Krew's gripping hand gently and continue, "First, yes."

"First. I wonder if such a strong wizard would choose someone like me to marry... Didn't I tell you before that wizards marry each other even if they don't like each other because of their talent and lineage as wizards? They're just ordinary merchants like me."

You think I'm going to choose, you. That being said, Crewe felt something fall ston in his chest.

So is that.

"Besides, even you know I hate wizards. Even I've never been with a wizard."

Again, yes.

At that time, Chun, a sparrow sounded and looked back, he was stuck with something on the ground. Seeing it, it was the candy balls that Crewe had dropped earlier. Crewe's candy is picked up, dropped, picked up, and alternated with two wings.

"So Mr. Funshon isn't Mr. Sputnik's fiancé, is he?"

"I don't."

"Mr. Sputnik doesn't have a fiancée, does he?"

"I'm not here."

"Boo-hoo, is it?"

"I didn't even recruit anything."

- When my mind lightens, I worry about other things.

New worries sprung up, but now they weren't so heavy. Because there was one person I could talk to.

"What shall we do?"

"Now what?"

"I, a liar... promise me you won't tell anyone, Mr. Fanshon"

"Nothing. That wouldn't be a sin. I'm your guardian, because the guardian has to know about the guardian, rather it's a sin to remain silent."

Unexpectedly, I remembered Elsa's words. - You want to know everything about people you like.

Sputnik feels like he's thinking the same thing about himself, and his chest is quenching. He wants to know everything about himself.

But without knowing such thoughts, Sputnik continued to relax.

"If that wizard somehow says' liar ', tell him you lied about Sputnik's fiancée, too."

"Well, that's just my mistake"

"Even negligence can be a sin. When we meet again, let's make sure we get our compensation claims straight."

That laid-back, whispering phrase, said gently as he waved, seemed to be the symbol of 'something' that Crewe had been looking for for for a while now, and Crewe, once again, held his hand back.

Grey reflecting the sky, with strange emotions.

Sputnik's lips said something in a small voice.

That also seemed like a 'that guy' name, but it didn't matter to Krew now.

"... by the way"

"Yes?"

"You, run away from home tomorrow, where were you trying to go? Rent me a carriage."

"Eh heh. That's..."