The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Orgol, who rings all over the store, sounds like a playmate.

That light, which was so small that I thought it was a mistake at first, swells up slightly when I reach the floor. Unknown identity of weak momentum to make it a flash shell, and I couldn't even get my hands on it badly, just looking at it, I heard a voice out of the light.

"With a glimmer of light, a white witch instantly in darkness. A mysterious girl who fights alone in the solitude that leaves her flock -"

The large, swollen light eventually converges according to the mouth that sounds good and eventually shapes the contours of a person. It was first at the toes of my feet that I took a clear shape. Then knees, skirts, capes, upper body - and finally head. The wrapped large colors are as painfully white to the eyes as they were last time, only the eyes are still insanely blue.

The wizard, who appeared thus, held his right hand high in heaven and his left hand against his waist, grinned and winked flashly, closing his front mouth.

"- Magic Girl Nagi Tan, nice and gorgeous to be here right now!

I find myself stunned by the way it appears as if I'm even reading some kind of children's novel. But she herself did not seem to doubt that she should be year-to-year, believing that the likelihood was very good, and the disgraced appearance was devoid of shards.

Call yourself Magic Girl Nagi Tan. There was that petty little girl who hurt Sputnik, made employees cry and made fun of us scattered the other day.

Sputnik tells him to keep his arm around him and throw it away.

"Thank you for coming at the right time. It would have been better if you hadn't come straight."

"Ugh. I'm glad you're happy, he's accurate in time."

It wasn't that I didn't know sarcasm as sarcasm, but I guess I dared laugh and show it after figuring it out. It is also an angry child with it.

But her grin didn't last long. Along with the "by the way," the magic girl's eyes move and the look on her face, which seemed in a good mood, is slightly distorted. And what she tells Sputnik, as if to throw up.

"Why is he here?"

"It's your day to get caught, Magic Girl Nagi!

At the end of their gaze, Iraja pointed to the magical girl in a way that the phonetic sound of Shiba seemed to suit her. Is the powerful will to light in the eyes that persevered in seriousness a pride as a member of the Witches Association or is it just a will? There are a few bills in that hand that also look familiar to Sputnik.

The magic girl frowned, distorted her lips and scratched her hair in frustration. "You're here," he said, blurring like he was in deep trouble. It seems true that he doesn't like Iraja.

"It's about her. I was wondering if you'd be here this time... but I was told to get caught, and I said," Hi, I understand. "

How troublesome, magic girl in such a way. He shook his head wide as if he was frightened, and then stared at the bill she had set up.

"And that bill. You know it won't work for me. For God's sake, I don't know if I can do anything extra."

That was a tone of speech. It also resembles telling a child that the mother cannot hear.

But who on earth listens, such as the persuasion of the enemy? Instead of calming her down, she thought she had been bruised and laughed at for her immaturity. Ilaja dyed her cheeks red in anger and when she took a few more bills out of her handbag, she roared loudly.

"Just because I was before doesn't mean I am today! If you don't try, you won't know! - Ready!"

"Hey, hey! Hey, Iraja, wait."

"No questions asked!

Wolfish magic girl, but Ilaja stuck the bills she gripped straight forward without a problem. And run for her - call me.

"Geez."

My leg got ed.

The moment from there must have seemed like a very long time to the parties (Iraja). Maybe I was looking at a running light, and I wish I hadn't worn unfamiliar pumps or something, but there's no reason for Sputnik to know about that area.

Was it her professional guts as a wizard that disfigured her from giving up the bill? But because of that, I couldn't seem to grasp anything to support me. Without killing the momentum that fell, the head hit the toughened glass on the display shelf first, eventually hitting the floor, all with a flashy sound.

As it was, Iraja blew the bubble and stopped moving.

"Uh..."

Suddenly it began and ended in front of me, in a series of very well done and dumb sights, and I couldn't find the boulder Sputnik or the words to say.

- A lot of silence, later.

A prolonged, strange voice echoed into the store.

The identity is readily known. It's a scream raised by a magical girl who recognized the sight in front of her as real. He peels his eyes and opens his mouth slightly, letting his arms stick, staring at the miserably lying female wizard.

Eventually, when the magic girl returned to me, she waved her hands wide at Sputnik, who was just standing up unable to keep up with the interaction between the two wizards who were making a scene on her own.

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm sorry! Wait a minute! Not now. So, not now, so!...... Ilaja! Iraja, it's okay, Iraja!

Running over to Iraja with her eyes turned, she starts palpating in a familiar way.

"Breathing is... no problem. Yeah, yeah... you're just making kobu, yeah, healing magic..."

With a bump and a grunt, he puts his right hand over her forehead. The fluffy white light came out and stained her side head. Along with that, the situation of Ilaja, which had been done, calms down. After a while, I heard a deep, calming sleep.

A magical girl accidentally showed Sputnik by putting up something big brown. I thought it looked familiar somewhere, but naturally, it is a cloth that hangs on the display shelf after business hours. Looks like he pulled it out round the bottom of the shelf and put it away. "I'm sorry," he opened his mouth as he feared.

"Sorry. Hey, can I borrow this cloth?

"I don't mind, but you can use that couch if you want to put me to bed."

"Ah, then sweeten to your words..."

I apologize for the inconvenience, and foolishly and politely, I will carry Iraja and take her to the sofa for the reception - although Iraja's toes were dragged off because of the height difference. I don't seem to have that much power in this girl, so maybe she's using some kind of magic.

The magic girl sighed loudly as she finally let Ilaja sleep on the couch.

"Sorry, wait.... uh... oh yeah, yeah, glad you're happy!

"Rearrange, you're cluttered"

"I wonder if you could leave me alone!

Pointing it out, he shouted in an inverted voice. Sigh of tears, throw up again.

"That's why I don't like you, this girl. I'm standing around trying to keep the people involved from getting hurt or something, and I'm going to destroy myself on my own... I wonder what you can do to make me stand up too, can you think of something else?"

"Ah Cheng Cheng, too temperamental and empty pedigree person, this guy"

The magic girl replied "Exactly" to his words. Dropped shoulders disappointingly, with half a cry.

Beyond that, I will continue to zero in on bumps and how much of a project I have had to crush my liver because of her, and how I have been cold sweated. That was also true, speaking of which, even then, that was hard to say because of her, but as one of the factors - the magical girl who keeps talking about it.

It looked terrible in his eyes, full of gaps.

Now is the only time, huh? Squeeze without words, breathe thin, inhale long. I would do my right hand to my butt pocket, but on my right shoulder, which should have been hurt the other day, I didn't feel so burdened. Excellent.

What I pulled out in the back hand was a bottle. I bought it instead of the one I broke yesterday and it is still similar to brand new. Sputnik put it in a lower position so that she wouldn't notice.

But that's the moment I left his hand.

At the same time, the magic girl's blue eyes look at him and realize that the ambush was futile. The magic girl gently jumped backwards and avoided as if she were also taking steps in the dance, and his thrown jaws pierced the wood floor.

"Oh no, didn't you learn that the other day? Please surrender."

"That's our dialogue."

Grab a new writing needle and metal (spatula) in your right hand and step further to follow her retreating. And the toss floated flutterly. Off focus and looking at the magic girl, she laughed funny and said, "Do you want to step on the same thing as last time?," he says.

It was like a mockery, but in one word, I had predictions about how the magic girl would come next. Sputnik drops his hips slightly and when he opens the lower drawer of the display shelf with his free left hand, he removes a single chain from inside. It is a relatively long necklace gold chain. Momentum as a whip, he waved it toward the flying bamboo, and the chain made a flashy noise of the buckwheat, hitting the bamboo, tangled. Tightened to the chain, it loses momentum and makes a mild noise and falls to the floor. After a magic girl who jumped high, Sputnik also jumped on the display shelf. Reinforced glass that protects the jewels does not scratch one to the extent that a person has ridden alone. Now throw a good (wow) writing needle. But it, too, she avoided without bitterness. The needle falls against the toughened glass.

The store can't be said to be that big, it's not that bitter a place to push the fleeing enemy - though it should have been. The magic girl running around the narrow store a little bit was very troublesome. Because of the small nature of the target, the flying tools are hard to come by. Then I try to punch in my fist fleshly, but that doesn't work again either. The way I'm used to being chased makes me flinch.

After avoiding a few fists, Sputnik jumped off the display shelf to distance himself, realizing that the melee was not a good idea either. Then I picked up the chin that was falling in front of me as I thought about what I was going to do - immediately afterwards, I felt uncomfortable.

- I'm not moving.

My left leg cramped. It would be the effect of the wound I received the other day.

It was only for a moment that I was late to get up. But the magic girl didn't miss the moment.

"I'm tired of the mess. Maybe it's time to end it."

I get a voice, I look up all the time. She had her fingers above her head as she looked down at Sputnik from the top of the display shelf.

She laughed. A sweet, nosy, irritating way to laugh. At the same time, a grain of light falling from the tip of his finger, tells the universe that there should be nothing and comes to Sputnik. It wasn't as resistant as the cancer that forced me to jump behind my back with my painful left leg. Shake the chain to get rid of it, but it doesn't come true, on the contrary, the light wraps around the chain.

When I realized I should have dumped the chain early, it was too late.

The light-inspired chain changes shape as she tries to take her power. It entailed white light, swelled, and stretched long - eventually transformed into a giant golden serpent.

She commands the serpent, in a low voice that does not seem to belong to the girl.

Take him into custody.

"Just kidding -"

I don't know if it's magic, but if it's a creature, the blade will work. If the original material is a metal or a pencil. I thought so, stretching my right hand into my pocket, but the serpent moved fairly quickly to a habit that had no magical effect or limbs, and the serpent wrapped around his body much faster than he did something.

The magic girl fluttered off the display shelf. Flipping his cape, he peeks into Sputnik's face as he walks up to his restrained sight, showing a grin that strokes a person's nerves back.

"It's a viper. If you don't want to die, answer my question honestly."

"I'm afraid of dying. I don't know if I can do merchants."

It's just lean patience that made me laugh with my whole body tied to a snake, nitwit. But I couldn't help but. I was going to buy into the selling language, so I would be in the middle of a merchant who was afraid to die.

I guess I figured that out, the magic girl shrugged her shoulders like a shrug.

"You might as well be a mercenary. Either way, you can't move. Well, I'd like to get some treasure."

"It's all because today's products are lined up here. All you have to do is unprocessed things."

I can't stand the weight of the serpent and tell him as he sits on his back with the wall.

There is almost no lie in that word. But she giggled, "What are you talking about?"

"You must have noticed, too. Is that why you didn't ask? - This isn't the treasure I was after."

I folded my hips, pulled my face over to Sputnik and whispered. The pupils in the blue eyes seem to be contracting just a little bit.

The magic girl still asked him where the 'treasure' was, in an impatient voice like an old woman.

"Where'd you get her?

Sputnik shrugged at the bottom of his belly.

- Again, that's it.

"Her?"

I didn't think it would work, but let me tell you to empty it.

"What are you talking about, our employees? I had time for that this morning. I went home for a few days."

"Lie. Is there anything she can do to shelter herself in this emergency without you, the injured one?"

Isn't it like I'm a hostage in that mouth? There's blood coming up in humiliation, but there's no ex or child to lose calm here. I desperately endure a head that is about to catch heat.

"Answer me quickly. Otherwise, the venom of the snake will kill you. - I'm not into bastards."

I felt a tickle in my neck muscle. Even the snake's mouth touched it, or it's not warm.

But Sputnik pierces his silence. In flat retrospect of the blue eyes of a respected man, insisting only that there is no fear.

The first thing I got tired of was the magic girl.

In other words, the only thing that's noisy is the tip of my mouth, and I guess I didn't mean to kill you uselessly. When she realized she was unwilling to break her mouth to Sputnik, she flaunted her shoulders, "Not at all, mean".

"Well, fine. You must be hiding it somewhere anyway, let me look for it.... Oh, this is good. Let's insure ourselves."

What she found was silver wire for leisure time crushing, which was inside the counter. One stroke of it transforms you into a silver serpent.

As the serpent flew through the universe, it still wrapped around his body.

"I hope you're playing with them until I run errands."

When the magic girl turned her back on Sputnik, she opened the door to the gemstone processing room. The voice of restraint that shouted "Wait," she also pretends not to hear.

Eventually, the machining room door closes, and the silence in the store fills only with no, calm sleep. I call her name, lying on the couch, but she's deeply asleep, and she doesn't disturb her sleep. I'm sure that kid did some magic.

To whom is this feeling filled with bellies fulfilled?

Without discerning himself, Sputnik grabbed his left hand softly.