The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

"Oh," he said.

Tilt your cheeks, narrow your eyes, and caress Krew's hair thoroughly.

Sputnik turned to a teaser burglar altered kidnapper who looked like a young man.

"You're turning into a scratchy surface. Whose imitation is that? Cora."

"I don't have to ask. It's not you. I think you look a lot alike, don't you? Of course, there's no such thing as scrupulous work."

A thorny voice from behind. In response, Crewe raised his face in his arms. I look at you, and I see people there and I make a barbaric noise.

"Mr. Nuts. Why are you here?"

"I was worried about you and I've only been on vacation this afternoon. Apparently, you were right."

What came back is a completely different kind of friendly it to be put on him. When I pounded my tongue and whispered "Hello Baba," he poked me aside with a stick. You violent bitch.

"Oh, I'm sorry, you know, lie to me, Mr. Nat. Actually, I can't believe I'm going home."

"It's okay, I knew it from the beginning."

"Eh."

"You're a professional, and you're good at figuring out if what people say is true."

Though in the case of Crewe's lies, that attitude is likely to show anyone to be lying. I just noticed that it would disturb Crewe, who was impressed with his eyes shining and saying "Mr. Nuts, it's amazing," and since it was troublesome to point that out at all times and lie better, I decided to keep my mouth shut.

Besides, it's not about the predisposition of this adorable employee.

"It helps to be big on purpose, Oi. It's no different to be angry."

A magical girl in a youth figure, nestled in shelter of her wounded hands. If you look closely, there is light dancing around your hands. Thank you. He seems to be healing his wounds.

The magic girl looked at Sputnik in surprise with no scratches.

"What happened to my snake?"

The magic girl did not wait for Sputnik's answer and looked abominably behind him, the nut.

"I thought I was a police officer because I had a stick. You, what branch wizard? What's his name? I made the snake that attacked him. Is this wizard with an extra name supposed to jump my magic?

To the magical girl's mistake, Sputnik laughs out loud.

"Did you hear that, nut? He thought you were a wizard."

"What the hell is that? That's completely rude."

The nut turned toward the magical girl when she gave her notebook out of her pocket in such a way as not to be angry.

"It's a nut from the police station rear fiat branch. The rank is Captain. I'm sorry, but it's not your kind of race."

"What?"

"I mean, what's a snake? By the time I got here, this guy was just playing around with wires and chains."

"I wasn't playing."

It was just unwittingly tangled and I couldn't take it.

On the other hand, with that reply, the look of the magic girl's distraction becomes uncomfortably distorted. I asked him, blurring in a bitter, low voice, to whine.

"What did you do"

"Our manager (Buck) is a good person. Any unscrupulous demands will be answered accurately."

But magic girls don't even seem to understand what that means, and they lose room to look at it from their behavior. That's funny, too.

At best make him laugh disgustingly, the magic girl stares at him with hatred. Eventually it didn't take as long as she did until she just barked that she was no longer patient.

"I get it. - I've stopped bothering you, then I'll grab every single one of you!

Sooner or later, the magic girl waves her arms wide. And, right in front of her, a big glowing netting appeared.

In my arms, the crew that saw it trembles terribly. Oh, you scared the shit out of me. I'll slap him gently on the back and forgive him, but the magic girl raised her voice so as to scratch off the effort as well.

"Get them!

"Hate -"

"It's okay."

Keep your mouth shut and whisper so that Crewe doesn't jump toward it and hold her tight with her right arm. Sputnik then straightened his left hand at the impending netting.

That's just how it works. But that was enough to hear the magic girl scream.

"What... what is that!

"Well. What do you think?

Sputnik said, not to the magic girl, but to Krew, who looks him up properly from within his arms.

I can't help it. The vastly spreading net of light suddenly contracted at a distance that touched or did not touch Sputnik's fingertips and disappeared without a trace. If you don't know the species, it's natural to be surprised. When I looked at the nuts, they were peeling their eyes off too. After the three of us marvel at each other, I get a grin.

"What the hell are you doing?"

"Actually, I'm doing a little magic, too."

He got poked with a baton again. Now take your left shoulder.

He is a total joke. I took only one tongue strike as a reply to that, and then I saw Crewe. I gently press her shoulder looking unsure if it should be appeased or kept vigilant and instruct her to go nuts.

"Coo, you stay with the nuts and evacuate."

Then, as you can imagine, Crewe's brow comes to loneliness. I tried to open my mouth, but I knew what to say, so I answered before that.

"I'll be right there."

I stared at his hand, which caused a strange phenomenon, and then, next, I looked up at Sputnik. Return to moist eyes with a spare smile.

"... Absolutely."

While pointing his lips at the frustration he wanted, he apparently decided he had nothing to worry about. Move away from him to his nuts. All you had to do was look at your nuts, but you waved them back gently. Just go, sign.

Make sure the nuts shelter Krew and leave the room. It was the magic girl who reached out to hold it back.

"Oh, wait -"

"I won't let you go."

Chasing her, she cut the word of restraint, nothing else.

Because the fist of Sputnik, who stepped in at that moment, went into the midst. It was difficult to say that it was full because it was not the other hand, but according to a few steps, it worked quite well. But to be honest, the impact of the shock itself didn't matter.

It wasn't just the physical pain that attacked the magic girl.

"No... gahhhhhhh!?

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Sputnik accidentally laughed out loud at the screams that suddenly rang across the room.

The magic girl suddenly kneels on the spot, as if her powers had fallen out of her legs. At that time Sputnik remembered some gratitude that she had stopped looking like a child now. - This won't hurt the conscience of the shard either.

"Does it hurt? Hot? Unfortunately, I don't have magic. Tell me what it is, if you will - the feeling of being forced to take away magic from your body."

"What... what... what, uh-huh!

The green stone nestled in the ring on your left hand shines null as if you were willing. - It is more effective than I imagined.

A magical girl with her eyes running blood in her rough breath and looking up at him from the floor. Nuts praised the face and said, "It looks like Sputnik," but what the hell resembles a maggot in that woman's eyes? For example, if that were me, I wouldn't look like such a loser.

Ashes, white, tea, and gold still mix in the black hair, making it impossible to keep appearance.

This wizard who calls herself a magic girl. But - needless to say, the figure of this young man - it was also clear that the figure of that adorable girl was a product of magic. Neither white nor too blue eyes that change color with the addition or subtraction of light are phenomena found in natural humans.

If so, who is it? I wonder how ugly it is?

Sputnik removed several jewels from the lumbar compartment. You must have realized that the principle is so unknown that it has the same effect as that of the ring, the crawling magic girl trembles frighteningly. Its frightening and hilarious, the grin doesn't stop gushing from the bottom of my belly.

"It's a service that has made our store so virtual. I'll behave myself fully."

"Ya, stop, stop -"

"Show me who you are, you fucking kid!

There is no way that I can truly remember sympathy or anything like that in my pitiful face where I weep in pain and beg.

Sputnik scattered many of the gems he had gripped at all costs.