The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

In a store near an evening without customers. When he heard the doorbell, Crewe looked up all the time.

- Are you going to make it up to me, Lunch was Sputnik's luxury. I bought it at the neighborhood store, cream pasta and tomato pasta, "I also bought dessert," one apple tart and lemon pie at a time. I ask him which one is better, and if he persists in wanting to eat both, he answers with a good young confused grin, "Well, let's do it half at a time". I want to be able to send him in somehow, but it's not a short relationship, because the other side knows how to make Crewe happy, so it's not even a battle. When the "matching" lunch, which was now "half-cooked," was lined up, Crewe's anger and so on completely disappeared.

But. Due to eating a heavy lunch, the sleeper who came was intense. He seemed to have fallen asleep at some point because he was sitting alone at the counter, in a store with a broken leg.

Wipe the saliva and rush, "Welcome!" and get up. But it wasn't a customer who came in.

"Hi, Mr. Crewe. To Mr. Sputnik, by mail."

It was a young mailman with a familiar face who took off his hat and greeted him so. As usual, sign the receipt on your behalf. "Thank you," he said, leaving as quickly as he did when he came in.

What I was given was one white box.

Correctly, white, a box that should have been. Express, Registered, Important, Parent Exhibition, Cracks, Valuables, Unnecessary, Emergency - and more. All over the box, lots of words are written in red. It's like admitting every precaution you can think of. And the string that bracketed it had one envelope tied.

There is no signature on the envelope. It's just one word instead: 'Better than your nasty me with an unsupported love in surface tension'.

"Himmen, hickey?

I wonder what that means. I don't know if I should change the inside, but the destination is "Dear Sputnik". I can't even open it without permission from the store owner, and with that in mind, I'm standing up with the box.

"Oh, are you here?"

I heard a voice from my back. Sooner than Crewe sees you, a hand stretched out from behind takes up the box. Looking back, there was Sputnik singing his nose and other things in a good mood. Even though it says it is useless to the heavens and the earth, he turns the box with both hands in a violent manner and looks at it with a sharp look. Is that okay?

"What is it, it"

"Gifts from the Chamber of Commerce"

When he asked, he stopped singing his nose and said so.

"I was a little anxious to see if I could make it, and I even wondered if I could make something like that in the first place."

Kiss the envelope you removed from the box. I believed you. I learned to be more frightened than angry by that light trick.

"In that way. I don't know if a woman stabbed me one day."

"One day or nothing, didn't they just get hit yesterday? To the magic girl."

Still, I can't see the color of reflection, so I have no choice at all.

"More than that, Coo, let him see how that wizard is doing. Because I'm watching the store properly."

"Proper, proper, proper."

"Wrong. 'Cause I'm looking at it in one of my letters."

Isn't that the same thing?

Nevertheless, it is certain that I am concerned. Getting close to a woman in her sleep (Sputnik) wasn't much of a concern - she opened the door of "Employee Only" by placing a box on the counter and removing the box, and sneaking around the store owner who started opening it.

The wizard about losing his mind while we were talking is now letting him sleep in the upstairs room. The old doctor, who had been called in two days in a row, looked frightened, but when he saw how she was doing, he gave the diagnosis that she was "just overworked". "I don't know about the wizard's physique, but this symptom is clearly overworked. If I don't wake up after letting him sleep for a while, then I will contact my fellow wizards."

But in the middle of a discussion between the two of us, I didn't expect to fall overworked. "What were you letting her do," he asked, without hiding his suspicious eyes, "You want to know?" I was angry because she said with a humble smile - but the old doctor, who seemed to combine that interaction, said, "I'm not tired of accumulating overnight, I guess I was even exposed to some tension for a few days," and praised Sputnik, "You can buy a villain and get out of here on time," he said. Sputnik was still just clapping his shoulders.

Go up the stairs, knock on the room next to Sputnik, then open it. Passing by the side of the bathroom with integrated toilet, peeking into the bedroom, there is one woman there, half-hearted on the bed and looking at this one with a decent look.

When she and Crewe met, she shivered frighteningly as she was frightened for some reason.

"Oh, you know. This is it."

"It's upstairs in the store. He said he collapsed while we were talking. Don't you remember?"

"Ah..."

I guess there was a verse that came to mind, and I nodded as if I had a point. The frightened look disappears and drips without momentum.

"Yes. Um, sorry, sorry for the inconvenience"

"No...... uh, how are you feeling? Oh, it's water. If you like."

"Oh, excuse me. Thank you, I'll take it."

Take the water drain and glass from the headboard, pour it and give it to them. She drank about half a glass slowly and breathed.

"The doctor says it's just overwork. We know all about magic and magic, so we encourage you to see someone familiar with the wizard's health as soon as you return."

"Thank you.... Magic is something that springs up and accumulates again in your body over time, so it's not that much of a problem when it's exhausted. If the doctor says it's overwork, that must be the reason. Really, sorry for the inconvenience..."

"Oh, uh, no"

Crewe's feelings for the Wizard were nothing but disgusting. Whatever it is, it's the same race as the one who hurt him - but if you can bow your head deep too, this one, on the contrary, frightens you.

Stay on the verge of being bonded (cheeky) and say what you need to hear.

"That's better than that. … May I ask what you were talking to the owner earlier"

"With the shopkeeper? Was it an earlier discussion? Then it would be quicker for the store owner himself to hear..."

"He won't tell me."

Crewe said, pu, and swelled his cheeks. "Say it's none of your business, it's not a big deal, it doesn't make sense for you to ask. I complained a lot, but you didn't tell me, and thanks to you, I was full of lunch. It was delicious"

"What? Ha..."

Iraja hits on her intransigence, wondering but associating.

"So tell me. I guess that doesn't mean we were discussing things we couldn't tell people, right?

"Uh... that's, uh, but, uh, not much of an off-topic thing... no, yes, I get it"

I didn't realize she had a tougher look, but I guess she didn't either, around when she was reluctant and she changed her opinion instantly when she met Crewe. Ilaja snorts and starts talking about the content of the earlier 'discussion' after prefacing it with 'no need to say anything else'. That's how good a person named Soaran, his own boss, is. And yet the great men of the association are trying to put him in a region (Liafiat) where he can't wield any power. And Iraja is trying to catch a magic girl to stop it - and so on.

Step by step as I speak, I get a fever in Ilaja's tone.

"Plans for the establishment of the Rear Fiat branch are progressing steadily. That's why we need to secure Nagi-tan as soon as possible."

That's what I said, "Excuse me" and included a bite of water. Time for questions and now Crewe opens his mouth.

"Um. And the store owner said," What?

"I couldn't get back to you.... because I lost my mind before that."

"Really?"

It follows that Sputnik did not ask any major questions besides the impermissibility of the day.

But Crewe had one thing in his story that bothered him. Did Sputnik not think it was enough to ask suddenly? Sure, I didn't think it had anything to do with the magic girl - but Crewe was interested in this wizard named Ilaja. So,

"Can I ask you one thing?"

"Yes, go ahead. What is it?

He looked straight at her smiling, not like she was offended, and Krew asked.

"Mr. Ilaja, do you like Mr. Soaran?

but hi iraja, i didnt seem to understand what they said right away.

Soon, and stiff - then finally I understood what it meant, and when I tided my cheeks all at once, I shouted, "Heebabuuuuuuuuuu". I thought it was Krew's unknown, wizard language, but it's not, it's simply like something out of the mess.

Ilaja, who turned bright red to her ears, hugged the duvet and shook it up and down wide,

"Chi, chi, chi, no. I'm not moving with that kind of evil emotion, you know, that, yeah, and..."

I deny it, but it looks like this, probably not different.

But every time the word progresses, the momentum of waving your arms drops. And it eventually stopped, and when I loosened my hugging arm, I opened it for a little while and groaned "to it" again. The second time it was so sad, I grabbed the futon's hem and I put my strength in my hand.

Then she turned to Crewe, laughing and showing it again. But it's far from being described as' delightful ', and it's like I was forced to shape it with my heart in secret. So, it hurts. And what I told him was still the content of tightening his chest.

"He has a mind to decide."

"It's..."

To the hard fact for Ilaja, Krew accidentally lost his word. That means that her thoughts will never come true - no, I can't say enough, but at least for now, the heart of her thinkers is for women other than her.

That won't do, let's be hard. She restarts the conversation before Krew, who can't think of a word to call. But it was also shocking to Crewe, who was not so rich in life experience.

"I'm not in this world anymore."

"... Huh?

Quicker than Crewe's thought comprehends its meaning, Ilaja drops her gaze on her own and tells her pale.

"Once he had a fiancée. She was a very smart, beautiful, well-housed young lady. She was also an official of the association and seemed to be the fiancée addressed to the association...... she was annoyed with harmony as if she were a true love friend. I wasn't an employee at the time, so I've heard some rumors about you two."

It was somewhat inexplicable what it meant to be engaged even though we weren't in love, but Sputnik said there was a difference in the treatment of men and women at the Witches Association when it came to that. Maybe that area has something to do with it. I'll try to ask Sputnik later. This place decides to convince me and encourage me to go ahead.

"So, uh, your fiancée..."

"At one point, on the orders of the association, they headed to mediate a protest between wizards - involved and unfortunately lost their lives"

The end of someone who is a lover. But she didn't say it with joy. With eyes that look painful, as if they have lost their loved ones themselves, with trembling voices that are likely to even vomit, if not whimper.

"But Dear Soaran, when he hears the news, he does not stop at the association executives, he does not get angry. I just said," Let's swear in the name of our ancestors that we will dedicate ourselves to this association that she tried to protect, even if she risked her life. "

How do you like it?

Ilaja looks up. Her cheeks, looking straight at her, were slightly white and she had tired eyes.

"Remember, the color of the chest (button) on his robe was different from mine. That's our method, which means we're in mourning. I didn't hear directly from his mouth that it was a condolence to her, but at least, when I became an employee of the Witches Association, he was, and as far as I know, never changed."

No matter what he never tells anyone from himself about his former fiancée, I'm sure the presence of that twist is his undisputed thought - wow, tears flooded Crewe's lid.

"Or, poor thing"

"Ah, ah, uh, was that, uh, Mr. Ku? Don't cry."

"It's a crew. So, because, Mr. Soaran, I feel sorry for Mr. Soaran. It's hard, but don't resent me or anything, but I work hard for Mr. Association, and yet Mr. Association, at the eastern end of the line, it's that bad."

"It would!

Iraja gets herself out of bed.

"I can't forgive the fact that some heartless people don't appreciate competent people! I can't believe that catching Nagitan might make Master Soaran look a little bit about me, that's, that's, that's so evil... it's not that!

And Ilaja's own attitude of knowing powerlessness and hiding her own thoughts but also trying to work for her thinkers is also a major element that moves Krew's mind.

As a result, in front of Iraja, whose nose became rough, Krew also held his fist firmly.

"Mr. Ilaja! I, I support you about Mr. Ilaja! If you're talking about Mr. Sputnik, I'll definitely persuade you!

"Ku, thank you, Mr. Crewe! Me, me, what can I say thanks......!

"You don't need to thank me! Mr. Ilaja, if you want to pass up that hateful magic girl, hand it over to the Upper Association of the City!

The two shook each other's hands and nodded deeply as they exchanged their gazes.