A strange pair of people named Wizards are on their way home.
As he walked over to Sputnik, where no one was in the store, he softly offered a teacup.
"It's tea. I mix brandy a little bit."
"Idiot. We're going to open the store, can we drink?"
"It's just a few moments, so it's okay. Mr. Sputnik, you don't seem to be calm."
When I was told, I finally seemed to realize my expression was tense. After opening his eyes to surprise, leaning tired, he lowers his back to the counter chair. As I took up the teacup, I sipped and whined as if I were sighing.
"Yummy."
"Thank you"
Thank you, and Krew leans his cup again. I don't have any alcohol in here, but the warmth of the tea itself warms my stomach.
Warmth reassures people. That was the tea brewed hoping to heal Sputnik, but the thought apparently succeeded. I found the wrinkles between his eyebrows to be somewhat soothing.
Eventually he drinks it up and returns the empty cup to Krew. Then I spoke of that wizard again, but it seemed more like sheer stupidity than anger.
"That man, I'm angry"
"Are you Mr. Soaran?"
"He seemed to expect me to refuse to cooperate. Chest Shit Evil"
Crewe was somewhat surprised that he had said so. It is hard and rare for anyone to cross with this evil shopkeeper in the search for his belly.
"Regarding that wizard, though, let's just say I left without a thing. The only problem that remains, I don't know, is the mud."
Unexpectedly then, the doorbell rang.
Sputnik floats his hips from his chair and forces into his hand supporting Krew's basin. I would have to say hello to welcome the guests and tell them that I am still preparing, but I am feeling fit and not likely to have a voice. Now who?
At the end of the two alarming glances, I came in through the open door,
"Good morning Crewe, I'm here to patrol your routine again today...... what is it?
No one, he was a familiar police officer and a friend of Crewe's, nuts.
I peel my eyes like a little bit at the pressing appearance that I don't have at any point in the store. But in contrast to her like that, Sputnik looked out of his mind, and he lowered back to the chair again and whined.
"What the fuck, nuts?"
"What is it? Say hello."
"No. I'm glad you came in."
Sputnik waves like he's careless, just saying he's too brave to talk. But in response, the surprising color of the nuts gets darker and darker.
"Are you also a fever?
Don't worry, I thought so. I'm surprised myself.
I tilt my neck like I said to Sputnik, who looked exhausted. That would be so. "Good for you" only today when you say that you are two people who are friends of a dog monkey and it is everyday to complain or quarrel if you look at your face.
I wonder if I'll even go down with a spear tomorrow. The nut asks outside the window. But that means Sputnik hates wizards that much. Leaning his neck, Crewe asked his nuts.
"Um, Mr. Nuts. Does Mr. Nat know what a 'wizard' is?
"Wizard? I know. You know, it's a bunch of demonstrators."
I turned my gaze to Crewe, who was looking at the blue, sunny sky, Nut said. Take that, Sputnik with his elbow on the counter asks.
"Have we actually met?
"Well, maybe twice or three. I've never seen him in Liafiat. I've heard they hate the East."
"They say that there is an association headquarters on the western edge of the continent, and the further away we get from it, the weaker the powers that wizards can exercise. Because of this, I don't really want to come east of the continent"
"You know so much about it."
"I'm a former traveler. I am."
Something about why I don't know. Crewe doesn't know which area he was traveling around until he met himself, but from the mouthfeel of it, he was probably crossing the entire continent.
"So, what's wrong with that wizard?
"Just came to us"
Sputnik, who throws up, had the look of an irrationally angry and obstinate boy. Krew was somewhat surprised because the nut thought it would make fun of it, but it didn't, and on the contrary, it was rare for her to say something sympathetic to Sputnik.
"Oh, that's sad."
"Don't you like wizards, too, Mr. Nuts"
"I don't like it... it's not very compatible with the police station, is it? It's a group that uses heterogeneous forces."
I frown and scratch my cheeks like I'm in trouble. I know discrimination is not good, but is it honestly difficult to welcome it?
But I think Crewe. How about just seeing a few wizards and deciding all wizards as enemies?
"But it's rude to think that all the wizards, all the bad guys. I'm sure there's a good guy in there."
Then Nut and Sputnik exchanged their gazes with the same troubled look. Faces like how you explained it.
"Yes, hey..."
"You know, cou..."
Often later, the nuts made an ambiguous smile, against which Sputnik still has a bitter face. Open your mouth to try to overlap those two more words.
But sooner than that, there was a voice to support Crewe's opinion.
"Yes, she's right. It's not good to talk about wizards in general, but they have different orientations."
"That's what I'm saying."
Sputnik shut his mouth like that, probably because the voice that criticized him was neither Crewe's nor Nut's.
The sound of the door opening should have never happened.
Sputnik immediately rises out of his chair and sees the source of his voice. That's the center of the store - and Crewe looks at you, too, and there it is.
About ten years old, or one girl stood.
Thin limbs and an adorable face. They are cut together at the shoulders, and the colour of the hair that flows saggily is white, but the blue mixes with the addition or subtraction of light. It was obvious that it was natural and impossible. Big eyes are stunning dark blue as if they had embedded sapphire, which takes people's eyes away. Large, round silver edged glasses seemed fashionable and didn't seem to come in degrees.
A girl with a white dress with knee length and a cloak of the same colour woven in her feathers. Sputnik asked that totally different kid, who was standing in the blind spot of everyone when he did it, without hiding his vigilance.
"Who?"
"Is that it? I miss you. Didn't you read my letter?
tip of her finger on her chin, tilting her little neck, she said.
I could see Sputnik's cheeks tense strongly in the way he stood obliquely and laughed at people ridiculously with his lips. Oh, it's frustrating, I'm annoyed, and his gaze looked at Crewe. I'm surprised that my eyes met, but that gaze quickly moves to the side and tells the nuts.
"Nuts. Give me a coo."
"Yes."
The nut nodded, coming to Crewe's side and placing his hand on his shoulder. When something unforeseen happens, it would mean letting Crewe get away with it right away. I wanted to shake off that I could protect myself, didn't need assistance or anything, but hatred and my knees are already starting to tremble. Krew clenched his fist firmly.
With one hand on his hip and leaning against the wall, Sputnik asked the girl.
"You're the magic girl."
"Nagi, I want you to call me. Beautiful girl wizard Nagi Tan, but fine. Nice to meet you. And I'll keep you company."
And, honey, I had a wink that the phonetic sound seemed to suit me. It was a very natural trick, and I could see how I was used to it, but such a thing would not help the Crews in any way.
I saw Sputnik gently, doing his left hand on his hip. From the magic girl, it was a blind spot, but I wasn't supposed to see it.
The magic girl jumps up one eyebrow and crooks her cheeks like a mockery.
"Ah, I don't think you should have a bad resistance. I'm out of standard."
"Unplug."
But he was not frightened. He made a strong noise and stepped in, throwing what he had taken in his hand.
Released were fountain pens, bamboos, compasses, golden cuts. All of them are his favorite tools, and all of them are pointy tips. Released from his hand. It flies to the magic girl with tremendous speed, though.
That does harm to the magic girl, unfortunately, did not.
"Eh."
To the strange phenomenon in front of me, it was the nuts who raised their voices. To his surprise, Crewe didn't even have a voice.
Sputnik frowns in surprise. The magic girl, on the other hand, laughed often.
- All the unleashed murder weapons were stationary in the air just before they touched her.
"Too bad"
Plus. That wasn't the end of Magic Girl's 'Art'.
Surprisingly in front of them, twirling while looking, and four incisions spinning - pointing ahead, there was Sputnik. Three of them return to their owners with the momentum he has unleashed.
Only one fountain pen could be knocked off with an unconstitutionally wielded arm.
"Mr. Sputnik!
Two murder weapons stab him in the right shoulder and left leg.
Even though it would have been a severe pain, he would not have screamed. Coupled with kneeling on the spot, did they not allow his pride?
Leaning against the wall with his hips folded, he holds down his right shoulder and distorts his expression painfully.
"- Why not?"
"How can such magic be used in such a place at the end of the east?
The magic girl spread her arms and laughed poisonously.
"I told you, I'm 'out of standard'. Don't be with the retards, who are putting shackles on their feet on their own. Well."
I think I'll stab you in the stomach. In a bright voice that doesn't fit the meaning, the magic girl said.
And a single compass left in the void spins around in the universe. As soon as Sputnik turned, something blew up in Crewe's head.
"Stop!
It was total unconsciousness that shouted.
But his body was moving on its own, and without realizing it himself, Crewe stood in front of the magic girl. Sputnik widens her arms wide trying to get out of her sight.
"Crewe!
"Stop, Coo!
A nut from beyond the magic girl sounds Sputnik's stillness from behind her own back, but I don't mind. You didn't expect an employee (Crewe) to come out, or just a gray-haired girl blinking like a surprise in front of you, Crewe glanced straight at her.
"Don't do anything terrible to Mr. Sputnik."
If I do anything more, I won't forgive you.
The words I vomited were surprisingly low, even for myself. I didn't know what I could do - though I knew there was nothing I could do. Still, if I was going to do anything more to him, I was willing to stop even by cutting off a thousand fingers of the magic girl.
limbs tremble. I'm about to cry zero, but if I cry, I lose. I wonder if I'll ever lose and eat my teeth out with strength in my eyes.
The time I was doing that didn't last that long.
Suddenly pulled hard from behind, Crewe buttocks on the spot. When I meditated my eyes in pain, at that moment, a shadow appeared in the front. I rush to look up, but I can't get my head held down from the top. When I couldn't resist, I was held tight by the shadows as they were.
When I almost panicked by accident, I heard a voice in my ear saying, "Don't move." It was no other Sputnik who held her to protect her from the magical girl.
Over his shoulder, Crewe sees the magic girl. She laughed with a smile on her shoulder.
"I just came to say hi today. If you guys don't do anything, I won't do anything either. - Ah, the daughter-in-law of a beautiful police officer. For God's sake, be careful what you do extra. I don't like getting my hands on girls."
A nut holding a special baton behind the magic girl trembles. I wouldn't have seen that, but the magic girl glanced at Sputnik, pointing her lips all uncomfortable.
"Damn, you seem to hate me. It's your fault."
"Naturally, they hate visitors who don't come in through the front door."
Looking back over his shoulder, Sputnik replied.
A floating compass in the universe slowly descends and is delivered into the hands of a magical girl. If she throws it back, she strengthens her body, but she didn't. Place without sound on top of the nearby glass case and continue with the words.
"There's nothing suspicious about a burglar coming in through the front door. Oh, no, I'm just here to give you a teaser today. I just remembered that I forgot to write my plans in the notice. - At 12: 00 the day after tomorrow, I will come to you with what I wrote in the notice."
"The day after tomorrow, twelve o'clock"
"Yeah. Don't forget that"
Repeat, Magic Girl, laughing as satisfied. And raised his right hand high.
and a glowing drop emerges from the tip of that finger. The grain of light, as if it were a tiny gem, descended loosely like fine snow and poured on her shoulder on her head - when the grain of light eventually reached her nail tip.
The figure of a self-proclaimed magic girl disappeared.
No sound, no dust left, as if, from the beginning, there was nothing there.
"... disappeared,"
Crewe shrugged, squeaking at the sight he saw over Sputnik's shoulder.
"Did you go?"
What I heard in response was an exhaling grunt.
As I took that as an opportunity, the force slipped out of the arm that held her. Trying to avoid falling over her, he gently pressed Crewe's shoulder to deflect his own center of gravity and rolled straight to her left.
Lift yourself up with an arm without a thumb and sit back with the wall behind you. Then he looked up at the ceiling and exhaled for a long, long time.
"Su, sup, sputnik. Wow."
"Don't cry, Coo. 'Cause it's okay."
For the first time since I was told, I realized I was crying.
Stick around the chest. and he lifted his injury-free left arm. A warm big palm rides Crewe's head. Unable to absorb the huge impulse unknown to himself, Crewe cheeked hard on his chest. A hand stroking her hair moves to her back, rubbing (sassy) to reassure her.
Eventually the nut, which was checking out the window, came holding the special baton. With a strong look on his face, he looks down at the two of them and says:
"I'm not out there. Really, I think he's gone somewhere."
"Right. What was stolen?
"As far as turning around, it looked like we had all the products in the glass case.... than that. You, that wound, it's okay."
"I'm trying to figure out how to pull it out right now if it's okay. That's a pretty deep prick, huh, Pain."
I show the handles with my fingers, and if I pull them out here, I may bleed out, so I talk like other personnel. but the meaning of the word is certainly per se. If I did a bad job of good stuff because I was done to this extent - the worst imagination blurred my head, out of Crewe's eyes, and again, the blurring and the big tears came out zero. Eat up your teeth, but you can't stop them anymore.
Seeing her like that, Sputnik smiles bitterly.
"Ah, you at all. Don't cry."
"Because. It hurts. My arm, it hurts."
"It hurts, but it doesn't kill you. I used to make decisions all over the place when I was just starting to carve gold - no, isn't it the beginning? You were more when you got used to it a little bit, you're more on track and alert at times like that.... Yes, Ku, you're hurt."
Not about people. Now, you should care about yourself. Though I think so, rubbing my unstoppable tears with both hands, I answer.
"Nothing, sir."
"Right, right, good. As an employer, you can't let an employee get hurt. But even you're clumsy, so if you get more clumsy because of the injury, you're in trouble."
Even with injuries, that's how my boss says a lot. Remembering an irresistible frustration, Crewe gently slapped Sputnik in the chest with his fist.
Nuts tilted his neck and said as he slapped himself on the shoulder with a special baton.
So, what are you gonna do?
"I don't care what you do."
Pick up the fountain pen that was falling on the floor. From the magic girl's attack, that's the only thing he knocked off.
Staring at the dripping silver color of the ink, he laughed with pleasure.
"I don't know if you're a wizard, but I got two valuable gifts. As a courtesy, I have to pay you back."
His eyes were as if they were serpents who found their prey.