Her favorite alarm clock went off and she woke up.
As usual, pick up the jewels that fell on the bed, wash your face, and change your clothes. It took me some time to let go of my sleep and get out of bed, but that's also the usual thing.
When she finally finished passing through the long chestnut color of her sleeping habit and finished her support, she took a notebook from the desk by the bed.
"My plans for today are..."
It's a floral one. It's written down her schedule, "Meet Mr. Nuts at lunch, twelve o'clock," "Fifteen o'clock, Dear Elise, come to the store," and so on, without distinction between public and private. Turning the page and opening today's date, there was only one word written in small letters. - "Chamber of Commerce"
Seeing that reminds me of my plans today. Oh, well, when I opened a little white curtain by the window thinking, there was a blue sky across the window. Bring it out. It's the weather.
But remember some resentment and loneliness in the blue skies that fall out of it.
She mumbled without a listener.
"... Mr. Sputnik, aren't you here today"
The city of Riafiat is located in the eastern part of the continent, a moderate city that flourished as a lodging town on Lucar Street.
The city, also known throughout the year as a region of a wide variety of fruits and flowers due to its warm climate, is a land where police station policing is very good, with unsolved cases equal to zero and very livable, as is the branch of the Witches Association.
In such a corner of the city, there was a small jewelry store. - "Sputnik Jewellery Sputnik".
Chamber of Commerce.
After a grudging look at those two letters, Krew, a Sputnik jewellery store employee, closed the notebook with a loud sigh. What an uninteresting day it is to have to do the store number alone.
- A Chamber of Commerce is a mutually supportive organization of jewellers on this continent.
The official name is the Crew Lol Jewellery Chamber of Commerce. There is not always a decision that a person working as a jeweler must belong, etc., but the fact that he/she belongs is in itself a guarantee of his/her identity as a jeweler, and there is a great deal of convenience in proving that what he/she is buying or selling is circulating through an authorized route, facilitating the procedure for issuing a jewelry appraisal, and receiving generous coverage when involved in some cases, including theft. "It's troublesome that we need to get to the Chamber of Commerce on a regular basis for reporting and other reasons," said store owner Sputnik's valve.
And today was the day for Sputnik to turn to that 'report'.
It takes less than half a day by carriage from this Liafiat city to the nearest Chamber of Commerce branch. Then I visit the Chamber of Commerce, and a lot of things - I don't know because Crewe has a small difficulty - have a seat for discussion, and then I come back, so the return will be the next morning or better and later this evening. Until then, the employee Krew will protect the store by himself.
It's never unusual for Sputnik to visit the Chamber of Commerce, but I'm not used to it no matter how many times I go through it. "If the store number is troublesome, I don't mind keeping it closed all day," he says, "but that's not the problem. It's not that I don't like the store number, it's that they leave me - but to say that, her heart wouldn't allow it.
Nevertheless, when I closed the store last night, I was terribly angry that I was told in such a tone that I would tell my child, "Good luck tomorrow," he said. How many the hell do you think you are?
In retrospect, the loneliness has been gradually replaced with frustration. I am not a lonely and crying child without a guardian, I am a fine employee who can protect the store and wait for the return of the shopkeeper who visited me again. I didn't know you were going to treat me like a child!
"That's, uh, yeah. You deserve it."
barbarity. When I spoke a word I had recently learned in a book, I felt like I had increased my seniority and gained a little confidence. Yeah, but I'm a grown woman and a fine lady, and there's nothing wrong with me. When he nodded loudly at himself in the mirror and showed him, Crewe snorted out of the room.
Down the stairs, open the door, and into the store. I know nobody's here, but I'll say a morning greeting with my usual reflexes.
"Good morning -"
"Ooh."
But.
There was a voice returned to it from the store that was supposed to be deserted.
Ha, and stand up. The source of the voice is the counter of the store. Turning to you, there was one young man, sitting in a chair. The person leaning the cup in the counter is nothing else. The owner of this shop and her employer, Sputnik, was that person.
I have my favorite cup on my right hand, something on my left hand, and a piece of paper like a message card. The cup is probably a dark black coffee for waking up without leaking, but what about the paper pieces? But I was more concerned than that. Anyway, he's not supposed to be here today.
"Mr. Sputnik. Is the Chamber of Commerce okay? It's today, isn't it?
"I stopped. I sent out a rushed mail earlier, so it won't be a problem."
I asked in surprise, but I hadn't forgotten. But if so, why?
"Why did you stop suddenly? Did it bother you or something?"
"What do you think I am? - I was willing to go, not until I opened it."
and pointed at the front entrance of the store with a gaze. You remember what you saw there, which further distorts the look on your face that originally seemed to be in a bad mood. Krew leaned his neck unexpectedly as he watched the wrinkles between the store owner's brows carved deeper. I wonder what you saw at the front door.
Sputnik then offered his left arm here. And tell him to whine. "This was affixed to the bill for 'Closed'"
What I held in my hand was a large piece of paper with a business card. After closing, did some store come around for business? But to that extent, it's hard to imagine Sputnik discontinuing his plans for today - as he circled his thoughts, he received.
They gave it to me upside down. Flip it.
There was a short sentence written there. It takes time to read. It wasn't that.
In the near future, I will come to receive your heart and jewels. Magic Girl Nagitan
"This is-"
Once, twice. Read it again just in case,
"... what is it?
Again Crewe tilted his neck. I was surprised, but the amount of information is too small, which makes it difficult to grasp the content. Mind? Nagi? What? I'm sorry.
When I dared to throw up what I thought, Sputnik replied softly.
I don't know.
He also threw a spoon of boulder Sputnik.
"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure it's a burglary notice."
"Oh, my God, I have to call Mr. Nuts."
Raise the name of a familiar police officer, but Sputnik doesn't look good at it either. He's a dog monkey for some reason with nuts.
I'll say it so that Sputnik can cover it faster than he can open his mouth to say something.
"Because, Mr. Sputnik. You're a forewarner of a crime. Isn't it natural to call the police?"
"Crime herald, yeh......"
But the sinister look never stops. I put my arms together and look at Crewe's holding it. Crewe layered even more.
"I know Mr. Sputnik doesn't like Mr. Nuts. But you won't like it any more when a thief steals your jewels. It also leads to the reputation of the store."
"Ah, this is a good opportunity, it's time to pay for the store and go back to the traveler."
"Mr. Sputnik!
When he lifted his eyes and called his name, he clapped his shoulders and said, "It's a joke".
"I finally have my own store, I won't let go so easily. But I don't. A burglary with a notice was also an old-fashioned thief -"
"- Even in the old-fashioned style, he's quite a famous thief in this organization."
The words and the doorbell rang at the same time.
Sputnik and Krew, turn around and face the door. It was the two of us who came in.
Around the corner, it is not uncommon for a pair of men and women to visit each other amicably, trying to make a gift to their lovers, or to join hands, or to arm themselves. But the pair that came in now were clearly different from them.
The two wrappers are dark colored robes. The colours of the buttons (buttons) that fasten the chest are different, but the same pattern of sculptures can be seen. engraved it was a crew's unknown mark. The loose cuffs and covered hood hem are embellished with gold embroidery. Because of the deep hood, none of them can ask about the upper half of their faces. It's obvious that those two people, who don't even know their gender and look different, are not guests.
Sputnik took his seat. As he walks to her without taking his gaze off the pair that came in, he sets up to shelter Krew on his back.
"Welcome. - Thank you for coming to the store, but Hate, I'm preparing to open the store now. I'm sorry, but I need you to wait about half an hour."
Thorny tone. If you are a regular customer, it is something you will never do.
"And, as a courtesy, when you say hello to people, you should take cover"
"Oh well. Excuse me."
Deeply worn dark robes, it seems, were not intended to intimidate. Apologizing as if he'd just noticed, he didn't hesitate to put the hood back down and reveal his face.
Peeks were thin, unfamiliar hair with pigments, olive green eyes and a neutral face. Looking older than Sputnik and younger, depending on what he saw, he grinned nostalgically.
"Here we go, store owner, lady. My name is Shearlyan from the Witches Association. This is my man Iraja."
Point to his partner, who sits behind his step, and call his name. The man, also called his subordinate, unloaded his hood and broke his hips deeply. - This one was a woman. She has impressive long, flowing hair of platinum blonde. I don't even try to shake off the love of shards as opposed to my boss's him because the insect is not in a good place, or is it simply, that kind of personality?
But more than in her mood, Crewe had concerns. That's one of the words in his mouth.
"The Witch Society?
Hiding on Sputnik's back, repeat that I was curious. Then Soaran's gaze turned this way. The soft smile stays put and answers her questions.
"It's about the Wizard's Mutual Aid Organization, my dear lady"
"Oh, oh, thank you. Uh, uh, wow, shi, shi... Ouch."
"Excuse me, because my parents are from the Southwest Continent. It will be difficult for this person to pronounce it, you may call it 'Soaran'. That's what the people of the association call me."
"Wow, I get it. Thank you, Mr. Soaran."
"No, thank you."
"Coo. Don't be intimate"
Sputnik stared over my shoulder. But his relationship with her is never short, and to that extent it does not atrophy now.
"And I'd like to ask you one more thing. What is a wizard?"
Then Sputnik made an obvious, troublesome look. and return the appropriate answer as if to manifest the thought.
"A wizard is a man who uses magic."
"It's not an explanation. It's often called" Mahou. "
"This is what I mean when I explain it plainly"
The next time I answered, it wasn't Sputnik.
Soaran stood one finger up and whispered something when he said so blocking Crewe's words. Then,
"Ah."
A bright sphere a little over his finger, about the size of a thumbnail, appeared.
Surprisingly, I raise my voice unexpectedly. Then Soaran raised his voice and laughed. With his pleasant laughter, I finally realize my faults.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Loud."
"No. - A wizard is if you think of yourself as someone who uses these, strange abilities. However, because it houses the alien, it may interfere with the investigation of the police station or may also be wronged. A group of wizards formed to help each other when something like that happens is the Witches Association."
"Better than that"
From what Sputnik says, thorns and hostility do not disappear.
As he stands with Crewe on his back, he asks Soaran.
"There shouldn't have been a branch of the Witch Society in Liafiat though. Sometimes it's unusual for a wizard to visit a city without an association branch."
"Oh. Does the owner care about you first? I was wondering if you would ask me about your relationship."
I could see Sputnik's shoulder shaking small in a smile as he pointed to the 'letter of teaser' with his gaze. That seems more like something that comes from frustration than surprise at words.
"Nevertheless, whichever you want to talk about will eventually lead to the same thing. And in any case, it's none of your business. May I have a moment, please?"
Sputnik stares at Soaran without breaking his hostile look.
It was, rarely, Sputnik who broke after a lot of silence. And when he exhaled a long and deep sigh, he looked back, and turned his tired eyes to Klu, and commanded her thus.
"... coo. Tea."