The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Quiet outside the room, Crewe looked up softly.

What the hell happened over there? I want to get out and ask how things are going, but in front of my promise to Sputnik it was also difficult and I managed to contain the feeling of deviation by re-gripping the frying pan I brought from my room as a protective weapon.

What she lurks in is the deepest part of the gemstone processing room. By the shelf, under the tool desk. After getting the ring last night, Crewe had an operational meeting with Sputnik for the day. In it, he said, "If something happened to me, it's not necessarily that magic girl wouldn't come in to steal the jewels from the processing room. So at that time, you will protect the jewels here."

Sputnik told me not to tell anyone about it because I don't know where the information leaks from. It was very distressing to have had to lie about going home to my friend, Nat, for that reason, and I was anxious to see if I could fool Nat, but Nat didn't seem to suspect her words of shards or anything about Krew's perfect, unbeatable act - Krew thinks.

But. It was the Klu himself who recognized it, but now he had a little regret for nodding. When I'm here, I don't know what happened to the magic girl or to him again. After being given a ring, etc., and even being told "I need a favor in anticipation of you," etc., I can't deny that it was slightly, no, quite up, but I'm now worried that I should have thought about it a little more and then replied.

Gently stroke the red stone on your left middle finger. And I abandoned my regrets by shaking my head slowly. Nothing changes where I thought of the past, what I need to think about now is how to capture a magic girl alive. I thought so, and she was ready to squeeze her lips anew, right after.

Ki, and I heard the door open.

At the same time, signs of people. Looks like someone broke into the machining room, the footsteps are approaching us. Is the Lord Sputnik? If it's true, you have to show your face and see who you are, and if it's Sputnik, you have to poke a word of labor in your head with a weapon (frying pan) if it's a magical girl.

I knew it. But. - I can't move my body.

It's like my whole body's turned to stone. No, stones wouldn't tremble this much. The teeth don't engage as if, and the voices don't speak. If it wasn't Sputnik there, the fear was tying her whole body.

I don't know, my breathing is shallow and faster.

The sound of shoes hitting the floor approached, stopped, and eventually a shadow peered under her lurking desk -

- Are you all right?

"Ah..."

What showed up was a familiar voice, a familiar Buddha top surface.

Facing his ash eyes, his shoulder strength fell off at once and he accidentally removed the frying pan.

At the same time, I noticed that the frying pan pattern was still wet with sweat. I wasn't aware I was so desperately squeezing it, but that's anyway.

I've been looking for him since I lurked here alone, and all sorts of words swirl through my belly. I missed you, I was worried, no injuries, what happened to the magic girl - but why?

I don't know why, but.

Only to call his name was to be called.

"Um.... the injury"

Instead of his name, which doesn't come out grabbing him by the throat, he mouths the inquiry. He turned his gaze toward the door,

"It was pretty tough, but it's no big deal. I've been running away with a gap."

Totally troublesome kid, blurts and scratches his hair lightly. Then he turned to Crewe and said, "The magic girl is looking for the store. We'll get away with it now," he said, reaching out his right hand.

But Crewe had heard the words, somewhere far away. Something's wrong.

"Look, come on"

The hand offered, a thin, fine finger, shakes to hasten the crew.

But I can't handle it either. Someone in the back of my head says I have something to nurse before I respond. Nothing should be wrong, but something doesn't mesh, like a picture book looking for a mistake. The discomfort eventually becomes uncomfortable, roughing and stroking the bottom of her belly like a snag.

Lie down. A thin finger, as it disturbs her thinking, a neat nail shakes in front of her - look straight at that finger.

Crewe didn't think, he breathed.

looks up all the time.

The sight I looked up was distorted. Also his face that shows.

"No."

"What's the difference?"

Tell him like he's in a hurry. My hand swayed again.

Something warm flows down my cheeks and I finally know who the distortion of vision is. Cozy, dreamy or - in the kind of comfort you're having in a nightmare, Crewe looks back at him, and.

The reason why I couldn't call him Him myself.

She finally told 'him' who the discomfort was.

"Not Mr. Sputnik's hand."

Crewe saw clearly that his expression hardened at that time.

Sputnik's hand, he does have long fingers. But like that in front of me, it's never beautiful and scratch-free like it reminds me of growing up in a greenhouse. What is a straight face? My fingers are stiff on my back, and I have a lot of scratches. That reminds me of the strength of the craftsman. He stroked his head many times in his hand, and he put his cheek on it, and he pulled his hand. There's no way I could have made a mistake.

In the first place, will Sputnik throw up when that uniqueness makes it easier for him to say the word 'run'?

- And he, to her accusations.

"Oh, shit."

He groaned and slowly closed his eyes. I wish you would have answered that if you wanted me to talk to you again in Lizlis, saying something ridiculous and not bothering you again. But he didn't give me back the words she wanted.

Over the same amount of time as when he closes, he raises his lid. That's how he saw what he peeked at, and Crewe lost his word.

"Not at all. You are angry."

The eyes that appeared were poisonous blue.

"I wonder why you and your boss can see my magic so well. For once, you're good at change, right?

"What's wrong with Mr. Sputnik?

I don't listen to bullshit. Stir up the clogged throat and scream.

his cage. It gave him a similar grin.

"It's okay, your boss is safe."

Can you believe it? When Crewe glanced at him, he - no, she or - glanced over his shoulder.

I wanted to talk to you.

"... with me, talk?

"Yes, it's a sweet Ohanashi."

Leaning her neck like a loose end, the magic girl said so. It was obvious that it would be something that would not be fun for Crewe, but she goes on like that without intent.

"Ugh. First of all, I need to ask you something."

"What is it"

"Are you sure you want to spit out the jewels?

To his own greatest secret, which was thrown up so lightly, Crewe accidentally peeled his eyes off.

"Duh..."

How could you do that?

I hurriedly swallowed up the words that were about to come out. Bite your back teeth and stare back. What have you learned about the way it is, Magic Girl,

"Yeah."

Meaningly niggling, he laughed.

"You remember the text of my notice?

"... to take away our jewels"

"To be precise, 'I will come to you shortly for your heart and jewels'. Hey, if you're just a jewel robber, don't you think you don't need to write 'with your heart'?

If you ask me, it sure is.

The magic girl pointed her 'beautiful' fingertips at Crewe.

I came to get you.

That is, her purpose is not theft, but kidnapping.

It brings back unpleasant memories in the back of Crewe's brain. A while ago, he was rolled into a warehouse and beaten up by strange men.

"Oh, you're thinking something rude, aren't you?

It was the voice of the magic girl that blocked that recap. He has a childish look that makes his lips pointy as if he were obstinate and Sputnik would never do it.

"I will not treat you abusively. I've been taught to be nice to girls. Besides, grabbing is in front of the building, and I want you to convince me to come to me if you can. I've been thinking about ways to do that."

"Strategies?"

"Yeah. About three"

Tired of her mid-waist posture peeking under her desk, the magic girl sat up on the spot with an old smelly voice. Her face gets closer because of the approaching back length, and under a narrow desk Krew shrinks to try and get a little distance from the magic girl.

The magic girl waxed like a girl, letting her stand one finger up. And

"First, the first measure. I could cure your 'physique'."

Yes, I said, trying to peek into Crewe's eyes.

"No, well, I can't say for sure. Even I don't know how to cure it.... but you. You think that's a cure for normal medicine?

Crewe is not particularly smart. Nor am I familiar with medicine. However, I still knew that my physique was strange compared to the general public.

"I can't cure it in medicine. If that's the case, it's just a human story that he can't do."

"You can fix it."

"I told you, there's no certainty. It's just that I'm a wizard. At least, the breadth of choice for the alien field is wider than he is. So the first one, 'When you come with me, I'll cure you of that physique' - yeah, after I let you take full advantage of it. That's why I'm here to grab you. But of course, while we're using it, we'll take it with us. You know, get yourself a lovely room, serve delicious rice every day, dress yourself up, and then"

"I refuse"

The answers I threw up became surprisingly disgusting to myself.

If you listen in silence, it is a completely self-righteous story. No matter how beautifully decorated or served a delicious meal, - no matter how this physique heals. If he's not there, if he's not happy, it means nothing to her.

The magic girl laughs with her lips crooked, not to mention that she sees things like Crewe's tummy. And "Then it's the second one," he stood his middle finger and his index finger.

And the 'second measure' I told you was completely incomprehensible to Krew.

"I'll stay next to you whenever you want"

"What?"

I frowned not uncomfortably, but out of simple doubt. Who wants her to be, when and what.

There's no way when you want me to be near you, yes, even now.

"Where's that?"

"In Your Loved 'This Face'"

But Krew's such indignation was also a prospect for the magical girl.

When she told him that by blocking Krew's words, she made him point his head with those thin, smooth fingers. A face that resembles a thinker (Sputnik), whose eyes are just different in color.

"And whether it's love or goodwill, I'll whisper it to you until you care. If you want, I'll give it to you as a nocturnal."

What do you say? and spread his arms, distorting his cheeks to the depths of meaning.

But Crewe couldn't answer that. It wasn't because I was uncomfortably scared to answer either, it was simply because there was something in the words of the magical girl that I wasn't used to hearing.

"What is Yotogi?"

"... sorry, there, can you correct me to 'I'll talk to you next door until you fall asleep'"

I don't know what Yotgi and they are, but around being deluded by such an ambiguous grin, I guess it's not even a busy thing anyway.

In any case, the answer is settled. I swelled and glanced at my cheeks, and that was enough of my reply.

The magic girl said "if" when she knew that the look would never break. Where I've made any suggestions, I shake my neck vertically. So intentionally I waited for her to go on - but I realized I shouldn't have waited until after I heard it.

"I wonder if your precious Mr. Sputnik could die."

For a moment, I didn't know what I said, maybe because my brain refused to understand. Die. Who?

But the magic girl doesn't wait for Crewe's confusion to subside. I fold them up as if they were going to make it even rougher.

"You just asked me what I did with him. Let me give you an answer, 'He is now in the custody of a viper'. He's an adorable viper made out of my magic, he's no better than a wizard. He said whatever poison he was served was fine, but what about the magic poison?"

Even magic is fine, I wanted to say. I knew for sure that I would lay low with a smile about ridiculous things. But my throat shakes and I don't sound like a voice. What is a 'measure'? This is just a threat!

My eyeballs get hot. I can help Mr. Sputnik and bite his lips wanting to cry. Where I pleaded, she wouldn't listen, and that would be the thought.

And as if to back up that prediction.

"Ah, ma'am. Here I present you with the 'third' measure. [M] If you tell me you're following me, I can help him now. [M] But if I tell you I don't like it"

You know what I mean? So the magic girl laughed again. It was a nasty, revulsive grin.

On the third finger I stood, Crewe's head swung. If you don't make your demands, that man will be killed? No, there's no way I can do that. It's just a mouthful, a boring threat. Otherwise it's a shallow lie to flatter Crewe. But, oh! If that's a lie, how could Sputnik not be here right now? The usual him would say such irrational things, hear how far away he is, and he's about to yell at me for not kidding.

If so. The worst imagination brings a head. Fear that springs up like a fountain and doesn't stop holds it back. If I do something about it. Words a few days ago come back to life in her ear. What was he saying then? I won't be able to make a normal decision.

My shoulders fall on heavy emotions similar to giving up. I don't know anything. But if that's the only way to help him, besides swallowing the demands of the magic girl, is there any other way to do it?

Items dripping, I dropped my gaze ahead - I grabbed the frying pan, on my own left hand.

Crewe saw something small and glowing.

"Ah..."

I raised my voice unintentionally because the moment I saw it, I was so suddenly minded.

Gifted by him, his made, red ring.

The moment I saw it, the stray disappeared refreshingly as if I had washed it. Gems have sunny conditions that make you wonder if Garnett has such a powerful awakening effect. It also seems that the intense red is smiling at her indecision as to what she may be worried about.

That's right. There's nothing to worry about.

Bearing by biting down the pitiful tears still gushing in cowardice, Crewe looked straight back at that face laughing at Niyanya. And

"No, sir."

With a trembling voice, but clearly. I refused.

The magic girl peels her eyes as if she were surprised.

"I wonder if he could die"

"Mr. Sputnik will not die."

I replied to her tilting my neck to bite.

To put it into words, that's what makes it more and more credible in Crewe. What the hell was wrong with me before (when) I was lost? Even so, there is no way that Sputnik will die. Even if the world perishes, that man must be standing where he wants to be. And

"I also promised Mr Sputnik that I would 'not imitate like flying out in front of an enemy'. So."

He is not weaker than he cannot live without his refuge.

The sight in front of me shakes again. But now I wiped it before it reached zero.

So. Looking firmly at the hate magic girl, Crewe clearly declared.

"I'm not going anywhere with you"

And then the magic girl...

I dropped my shoulder disappointingly and sighed loudly and deeply.

"Right. Well, I guess I'll have no choice."

I thought you'd give up.

There never seemed to be such a sweet story. A magic girl puts her right arm up on the ceiling. Then the light came out of her palm and flickered around Crewe.

"Forced, but you have to come."

There wasn't enough time to escape. Even if I could afford it, the desk exit was blocked by her, so I couldn't help it.

Karan, what I heard was probably the sound of myself removing the frying pan. My vision is as white as fog, and I can't think of anything. The fog grew thicker and Crewe eventually let go of consciousness - then.

In the distance, I heard something like a short scream.

At the same time, the fog in my head disappeared. When I woke up and raised my face, when I finally slept on the floor, the magic girl had disappeared from front of me, and what was left instead was a bottle of cum. Wet in a little red.

Face out of your desk and look at the room. You flew off in a hurry, and the magic girl stood a little further away. He is holding the back of his right hand with his left hand, and there is blood dripping from between his fingers. "Pain," he murmurs, distorting his face, perhaps painfully.

Then the sound of hitting the floor with the gong, gong, gong three times. Go on, I heard a voice from a different direction from the magic girl.

"Seems to have been rewarded with one arrow, most importantly"

That's a very, familiar voice.

When the Lord of the Voice came to her sight with the sound of her shoes, he broke his hips and picked up the fallen oxen.

"If you're pulling out an employee, it would be muscle to get permission up there first, yeah?

Listening to words that weren't directed at him, Crewe finally crawled out of his desk. I try to get up, but my legs snap because I've been shrinking into a long, narrow place. But he didn't reach out to her like that.

"The real" forced her to stand when she grabbed her arms fluttering, without waiting for Crewe's will, and when she drew, she took the liberty of hugging her full strength.

"I was scared. Are you okay?"

Totally forceful, arrogant, unsolicited, unkind.

Still, I'm sure my place is only next to this guy because even the pain in the nose that hit me in the chest at the moment of being hugged makes me happy.

A big hand, a savvy finger wiggles Crewe's hair.

Crewe called the name of the man, who was nobody else, with all his might. This time, I never got stuck in my throat.

"Mr. Sputnik!