The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

The description I received from the administrator began with a sentence: 'I wanted to beat the stone bridge, beat it down, smash it down, temporarily indulge in it, and then cross it'.

'I'm afraid I'll overlap my wasted cautions, but please stay with me a little longer. Says there are two essential elements for magic activation:' protection 'and' magic power '. It means that you can't exercise your powers if you're suppressed by either one of them, so maybe you can deal with it with that bill. But in the unlikely event that anyone can still use magic even if they control protection, in that case simply, how about in a direction that takes away magic from the subject? Gems have the ability to save tons of magic. If you denature and multiply your abilities so that you have the properties to absorb magic from time to time, it will be a great threat to the wizard. "

I wrote to ask about my intentions, so Sputnik doesn't have the right to decide. In other words, it seems that 'this' was created under too noisy an idea for a wizard.

Gems that roll on the floor and glow creepy when wet like snake eyes. The glow is lost as the scream of the magic girl narrows.

Eventually what was rolling on the floor with the light was still not a girl or anything like that.

The depressed head rises slowly.

- I didn't immediately think of it because, after all, it wasn't wearing that shady robe.

But Sputnik's memory wasn't bad enough to ask, "Who are you?" Thin, unfamiliar hair with pigments, olive green eyes and a neutral face. It's never my fault that it looks more like it than when I saw it before. A few days ago, that man who came with Ilaja. That man, Soaran, who named himself the use of the Witch Society, was there all over the jewels.

What do you mean, "Magic Girl Who Noises The Witch Society"?

But Sputnik was out of line, not because he was surprised by the identity of the magic girl.

"Hehe...... hehe. I can't help it."

Soaran loosens up and stands up.

Scratching up his broken forehead and looking straight at Sputnik, he laughed invincibly.

"Besides, I'm the one who's making a scene about the Witch Society, the Magic Girl Nagi."

There was no sign of fear in what he said when he said he was found out who he was. Point your fingertips straight at Sputnik and declare.

"When this happens, I think I'll have to defeat you and subdue you."

But Sputnik didn't care about his declarations. Because there were things I couldn't have seen much more than that.

"I don't care, you"

The stiff throat finally set some freedom.

Answer why you managed to excite your vocal cords and yourself ended up.

"Why are you still dressed like a magic girl?"

"It would be adorable!

I should have pointed out the pain, but on the contrary he replied happily. Keep yourself in a fluffy, bright white dress, well done. Just so you could hear me, even stretch my chest, and be proud.

"I'm good at the magic of change, but I use quite a bit of nerve when it comes to changing even my outfit. That's why I'm making my own, Ugh, isn't that cute?

But the skirt of an adult man - and it's also full of frills - can hardly resonate with this spirit. It must be because of the dress made for the girl's appearance in the first place, it's not even the right size for a young man, it's unraveled and torn everywhere.

Was that still cramped, Soaran said as he took off his boots.

"But I don't really have a person who understands this sense. You're so adorable, it's totally out of your mind. Beauty is always hard to understand."

"Don't point your lips at me, I'm disgusting"

Wizards were going to spend their whole lives trying to incorporate in a special race, etc., but they also seem to have a legitimate sense in terms of unacceptability of perversion - and so on, I thought, at that moment.

Unexpectedly, I had a bad feeling.

The hand is moving faster than understanding the cause, and the core gold bar - a metal bar to fix the size of the ring when creating the ring - is removed from the lumbar compartment. That was almost at the same time that Soaran, suddenly packed with distance, stuck the blade out in front of Sputnik.

Soaran held a blade similar to Stiletto at some point. Hi, it looks like he was sneaking it around in his undressed boots. Or something I don't really want to imagine, even in my skirt.

"As far as it goes. Sounds like a pretty good response rate."

"Stay away, pervert!

Seeing a highly mentally aggressive adult man at close range, he accidentally roughs up his voice.

Stiletto and Core Gold Bar Cohesion (Tsubasu) did not last that long. Rather than, Sputnik refused to continue though. Of course, I didn't want to put it in the length vision that became it in front of me, but it's a big deal that I cared about the strain on my left leg one way or another. Sometimes I've been forced to run around after a magic girl, where I was having cramps, and the wounds I've been tortured with are so feverish that I can't help but be aware of them. Looking down, the colour of the slack had changed only in the left thigh.

Sputnik, who stepped on where he prolonged it and said it was not profitable, got his hands in the storage again.

It was one unusually brilliant blue stone that was removed. Just like the ones before, it is a gem that has been treated to suck magic. Soaran laughed with her nose when she saw it.

"Were you still there? But unfortunately, my magic hasn't recovered so much yet. I can't expect it to work where I used it."

Me, me, me. You're the guy whose name flutters, I thought. Perhaps there is a sort of usage in him.

Sputnik nodded shallow to his words. I know a hundred of them. So,

"I guess so. Yours is."

Let him have the inclusions, and I'll tell him.

Then Soaran frowned in surprise. But that's right, the wise Deputy Branch Chief seems to have quickly realized what it means, and he changes his complexion.

"No way."

The voice was plundering. That, no way.

While holding the gem in his left hand and hanging his right hand on the door knob in the machining room, Sputnik let go of his cheek more than any more, and, he said.

"Temehe's men - what can happen?

I didn't forget the presence of Ilaja, who sleeps in the store.

I don't know what Soaran found in his grin, but at least he couldn't take it as a friendly one. Naturally.

Soaran dyed his face in anger and took a step forward to raise his voice of protest.

"Coward! Though she won't matter!

"Say anything! You don't have to win. You have to win!

But Sputnik also makes him bark as he responds.

Soaran was biting his teeth into a difficult situation along with it - but it seems the same is true that he is anxious about his health, and the remnants of his suffering when he was deprived of his magic, or his feet, seem somewhat unrestrained. On top of that, he's being taken 'hostage'.

After a brief glance, it was Soaran who lowered his hand to gain first.

"... ok. Let's give her up."

I accidentally sighed of relief, but Soaran didn't seem to notice. With an unpleasant look on his face, he then conveys his demands.

"Instead, don't get your hands on our men. And then, let's keep a secret about who the Magic Girl is. Instead, I don't report your precious daughter's 'physique' to the Witch Society. I wonder about this deal."

"I can agree to both."

Without getting lost, Sputnik said away. A deal is when both parties make concessions. I didn't want to give this perverted man even a shard on the tip of his nail.

"By and large, what is that 'physique'? Did some pickup magazine write something about our store that never happened? If you're gonna make fun of our employees, you're not gonna shut up."

"Are you just going to empty it? Then we have a plan."

"What?"

Frowning. The next time I laughed, it was Soaran.

And when he glanced at Sputnik, he declared to him that it was unacceptable.

"If you can't drink more than two demands, I'm gonna jump out of this window right now and shout out to you in the middle of the boulevard, 'The owner of the Sputnik jewelry store kidnapped me to dress like this'!

"Become -"

Sputnik opened his eyes.

It is an unexpected place to work that would discredit the store owner. After a lot of silence, he poisoned low in the mood like he chewed up a bitter bug.

"Dastardly......!

"I don't want you to tell me!

Soaran screams on top of Sputnik's words.

Later, Sputnik thinks as he listens at the edge of his consciousness to a grunt that continued, "It's a mystery how we can't all understand the adorability of this costume."

To say it's not true, it wasn't exactly welcome as a business to make strange rumors. There are other cases that I would like this man to ambush, I guess it would be best as a help to smash him by the time he is skinless here right now, but this one is also in a wounded condition. Whether we could win or not was quinquennial.

I don't want to make concessions if I can, but I also want to avoid bad bets. Put the two on the scale and the resulting conclusion was worthy of saying 'bitter decision' for Sputnik.

"... ok. Let's make demands, it's a pain split."

"I like that."

Soaran said, laughing. But it wasn't something that made people look like little fools, like powerless, relieved from the bottom of their hearts.

Like Sputnik, he was apparently quite exhausted, too. Lean against the wall and exhale deeply.

"Well, what. I'd like to offer you one prophecy that will please you, thanks for swallowing this request. - The plan for the" Witch Society Rear Fiat Branch "is frustrating."

"What?"

Sputnik followed, frowning. Because he told me what he was thinking about as a "project I want to get him to surrender."

"What does that mean?"

"Meaning as it is. Well."

I'll take it as a trap, but as far as he was concerned, he just seemed to have conveyed the facts and never offered any special conditions.

As Soaran reaches over his head, he twists his index finger and turns. Then the light overflowed from his fingertips, wrapping his entire body, eventually shaping the example 'magic girl' figure. The magic that was supposed to have been taken has apparently recovered considerably already. The Deputy Branch Manager's name is not Dade, or something like that.

The grain of light that changed his appearance from youth to girl does not know that it will fit, though. As I crept around whether it was him or her, I eventually diluted his very existence, little by little, this time.

"Then I'll leave. Promise me you'll keep it. Soon we'll meet again, but then we'll see if we're not enemies."

Almost at the same time as I finished saying it, the light shined so hard - and when it disappeared, the figure of the magic girl was gone.

"... over, I guess"

Shh, no reply.

The moment I realized I was the only one left in this room, I was getting more tired. I manage to get caught, pull out a working chair and sit down and stick my torso against my desk.

To the wizard, to the magic girl, there are many things that I don't think or solve. But now, my feet were hot, my head careless, and I had trouble thinking about something. A familiar doctor, but if I called him three days in a row, would he be furious with the boulders? It's also a hundred million robberies to take that into account.

Something accidentally touched my fingertips as I stretched out on my desk with such unbridled thoughts.

When you lift your heavy head and you look at it, there's a piece of paper there that looks familiar, big business cards. I don't have a very good feeling about it - but when I dragged it right in front of me with my fingers, here's what it said.

"But stealing nothing and leaving, the name of the magic girl is obsolete. Let's get one of the gems we found here!

He's the one who gets stuck at the end of the day. But due to fatigue, I don't accumulate so much in my stomach.

Sputnik shrugged, letting his cheeks touch his desk in a frightened comfort.

"... it's not a jewel."

The plush eyes (buttons) I had kept from Crewe were missing from the desk.