Returning with three cups of tea brewed, Sputnik and the two wizards sat facing each other on the reception couch at the end of the store.
Serving the three of them tea, Crewe stands next to Sputnik's sitting couch.
Sputnik looked at it and waved his right hand gently.
"Coo, you get ready to open the store."
I felt like I wanted to make trouble, but probably shouldn't be so different. Patienced that his cheeks were about to swell, Crewe shook for the first time.
"I want to talk to you, too."
"No. You go that way."
"I can clean up the other one. All you have to do is put out a 'in store' bill. There's nothing to do."
"That's not the problem."
"We don't mind."
It was Soaran who blocked Sputnik and said so. We both see Soaran. He hadn't broken his smile.
"Mr. Crewe must be this clerk too, you have the right to ask"
I look at this one with Sputnik fed up, but Krew resolutely says it back.
"I care too. Besides, Mr. Sputnik, if I let you talk to me alone, I don't necessarily have to try to chase you back again. If there's a rumor that the owner drove the customer back, it could be a credit issue for the store."
"No, I won't do that, ma'am. It's rude to say that you haven't chosen one of the products, but only then can you be rude about the user side?"
Laughing Soaran. Sputnik, by contrast, frowned uncomfortably. But I have nothing to complain about, and when I shake it down small or not, I look up at her again.
"... then sit down. It's more distracting to be sidelined."
"Yes."
Crewe sat next to him in a mood like a victory. I haven't made my share of tea, but it's enough to say I can be present.
Soaran sipped the tea and put the cup back in the saucer on his desk. That's how you moisten your lips and start talking "then".
"I'm talking about the Magic Girl Nagi."
"I don't care, you"
But blocked it, Sputnik said.
"You know, I can tell you the truth a lot about that name."
"I had a magic girl, Nagi, and that's apparently, like a wizard in a detachment."
He seems to have realized that he just wanted to add tea, and he keeps on saying the words. His smile didn't collapse where he broke his hip in the story. Crewe remembers a strange feeling, like Soaran's look is a well-made crop.
Sputnik, hearing his words, groaned in surprise.
"Out?"
"Yeah. Unlike your Jewellery Chamber, all wizards on the continent are 'for their original ancestors' - no, let's refrain from detailed explanations here. All wizards are obliged to belong to the Witches Association. The Magic Girl Nagi Tan is an unregistered, mysterious wizard."
"The journey. If that's what you're doing stealing, then you can't leave it alone as an association."
When I said it, Soaran's smile collapsed. The bitter grin made instead was a slightly bloody look.
"Yeah, well, that's the thing"
But the consent was vague, and things seemed to have caught in the back teeth. That unclear expression could not have been forgiven by Sputnik, who was not in a good mood. He communicates his will by just staring sharply. To a gaze that spoke more eloquently and offensively than words, Soaran glanced lightly at his shoulder and said, "It's not a big deal," he said.
"Even if you hide it, you won't have a choice. I'm not an executive, so I can't tell you exactly, but perhaps, as an association, there is also a desire to sell favors to 'Sputnik Jewellery Store'."
"In our house?
Sputnik frowned.
Crewe feels the same way. I can hardly understand why. What does the association of wizards have to do with our shop?
Words asked by the store owner. Besides, the wizard smiled - that crop turned up - and smiled.
And thus answered.
"In the city of Riafiat, a plan to create a Witch Society branch is being lifted"
That moment.
Crewe didn't miss the power in Sputnik's combined arms. Your left hand nail will stand on your right arm and your body will only slightly glance forward. But Soaran doesn't move. Are you or are you not aware of Sputnik's change, just pale, talking about the Witch Church and the plan of the branch that you would be able to do in the future.
"To the Branch Manager, I will be in office. So..."
"Go home"
Sputnik told me to throw up.
Shortly after Crewe confirms his expression, he walks away with his back to the guests when he takes a seat. Reaching the counter and lifting the coffee cup, which would have gone cold already, I said to Crewe, not looking at this one.
"Coo. That's enough time. We're opening the store."
"Oh, uh, yes!
View the clock. I could still afford to open the store, but it was an unspoken statement. To a low voice that just needs to be allowed to ask questions, Crewe stands up in a hurry and pulls in the back with a basin - pretending to leave the door open just a little bit. And I asked in the store from that gap.
With his back turned, Sputnik tells them.
"We don't cooperate with the Witch Society. The intention remains the same where the branch was formed. Just go home."
It was like I pushed my emotions to death. I guess that's exactly what happened.
Though it is clear that Sputnik is so frustrated that there is no more, Soaran, who should be the source of that frustration, does not change his expression or voice. Keep a gripping smile and tilt your neck.
"So what about the magic girl?
"It's also a breakthrough. Deal with it on your own here."
To inquire, he said lightly, shortly after.
"- That's troublesome!
It was the woman with Soaran who did not speak a word until then who raised the protest. You're losing patience. I'm standing up off the couch, staring at Sputnik's back with a common and impatience in his clear emerald-like eyes.
Taking that gaze, Sputnik slowly looked back at them. The look also enters the eyes of Crewe, who asks through the door. I set myself up for a moment to see what a horrible face he would look like, but there's no such thing as, he was just frowning that he was dauntless. I don't know if it's a gift of self-restraint, or if I really forgot my anger, though, Crewe. Sputnik leaned against the wall with his arms around him and asked with his jaw slightly raised.
"What about you?
"It's Iraja. My men, the Association, are in charge of capturing the Magic Girl Nagitan."
The answer was not female, but returned by Soaran.
"Cheng Cheng"
Snort slowly - but it didn't seem to show tolerance. The sharpness of the words that followed never diminished.
"I don't care what happened to you. I'm the owner here, and I have all the discretion. I'm telling you to go home. You know what I mean."
"... eh"
Looks like Sputnik's condition put him under barometric pressure, and Ilaja pulled himself back a little. I try to take another step to see how much I lose.
But I had a hand to grab that shoulder and stop it.
"Let's go home, Ilaja"
"Dear Soaran...! But!"
"You can't convince him. Let's go home. We're not involved in this. You, too."
A gentle tone, but in it is perceived as a willingness to impose.
And I can't let her, my subordinate, reject it. I tried to return it but not as one word I could say, and the only thing I could do to her in the end was answer the acknowledgement with an item dropped and a whisper "yes".
"Dear store owner, I apologize for the disturbance. Our help is not needed in this case, so we will report it to the association."
"Ah. Do that."
"Tell your daughter I'm sorry for making such a scene before opening the store."
to his words like throwing up, but Soaran doesn't move.
Carefully fold your hips deeply and raise your head slowly. Taking Sputnik's gaze head-on, he smiled with a smile that was no different than when he visited here, and said a quiet word, saying this.
"Don't be sorry for your decision."
Continued