The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Leaving the store and coming without ever looking back was a coffee shop in the same line as the Sputnik jewellery store.

When I pulled the hung door of 'In Business', Cologne and the doorbell rang. Slightly creepier than the one from Sputnik's shop. As I dived (creaking) through the entrance, a face-to-face clerk looked back at this one and smiled like a flower.

"Welcome!... oh, not Mr. Sputnik"

"Ya, Elsa. The lemon pie was delicious."

"If it suits your mouth, it's above all. So, what happened today?

"No, hey..."

I want you to lend me a seat for a while, Sputnik said, so I can push it over.

"Oh, what a lovely lady!

A shadow popped out of sight and grabbed her right hand hard.

He doesn't even give it while Sputnik and Elsa say something as it is, and the person lays down on one knee and holds her hand and overlaps the words with momentum.

"Nice to meet you! My name is Soaran. What's your name? No, you don't have to know the name, because our meeting is destiny! Oh, but what a lovely young lady. All the flowers and ornaments in front of you are so sumptuous, I have no idea what to give you, so you're going to be in pain for a little while."

"You've come all the way from Cokedier for Napa? Deputy Branch Manager"

I will pick the ears of the 'Guests' who have revealed themselves in a light way and twist them up. Still, he was trying so hard not to let go, but Elsa was laughing cheerfully wanting to wave the ponytail left and right, without looking disturbed.

"Haha, you're funny! What's this, Mr. Sputnik?

"I'm a guest who came to ask for an engagement ring. My fiancée told me she wanted to create it confidentially, and I came here to avoid discussions in the store, but the back seat, is empty?"

"Yeah, I'm free. Go ahead, use it! Oh, of course, I'll take your order."

When I blew the proper jugular and asked, along with such a joke, I was put through to the back seat of the store as I hoped. Hidden in the shadows of ornamental plants and clashes (partitions), they become invisible from the outside.

Drinking the iced water served to the point of dampening his mouth, Sputnik breathed.

"Well, and"

"Oh, I want this with my iced tea, strawberry tart! What are you gonna do? My recommendation is this is pretty chocolate sundae! This is delicious. Absolutely delicious. Uh, what do I do? I'm dying to eat it, too. Oh yeah. Good thing I came up with one of my strawberry tarts and I'm not gonna rub it in half!?

"I'm not here for a coffee break, you piece of shit."

I don't have a taste for sharing sweetness with men.

But Soaran, who is alone with Cakka, ordered them on his own when he called Elsa without even asking what Sputnik intended. Watching that talk lightly with the clerk really makes me want to suspect that it's the same person in front of me as that, the frustrating man with the faint laugh.

Sputnik asked for a cup of coffee and lowered Elsa. He also looks at Soaran, who looks like he enjoys the menu, and says again.

Let's get down to business.

"I don't like men in a hurry."

He is angry one way or the other.

"What can I do for you? Did you go out of your way just to piss me off? Deputy Branch Manager is considered a busy profession."

"Enjoy your good taste. Although there is some distance between normal people and ordinary wizards, it is a moment for me. Oh, by the way, I visited you dressed as a girl because I didn't want to frighten your daughter in vain. Did you guys welcome me for visiting you as me?

I guess I wouldn't have welcomed you, just nodding in my heart. Whether you come as Deputy Branch Manager or Magic Girl. When it comes to whether Crewe was welcoming a strange woman who just showed up like that, it's also doubtful.

"... and yes. [incomprehensible]

Soaran squeaked like he remembered something, sticking his hand in his jacket pocket. - By the way, he magically changed his outfit when he was dressed as a girl, and now he's dressed as a common man. Style hooked with shirt, skinny cargo trousers and a faux hooded denim coat in brown boots.

A lot later, it was the black grain that was held in his hand, which he removed from his pocket.

"I'll give this back."

I don't have to worry about it. I immediately think of it. It is a plush toy (button).

A magic girl mistakenly stole it for a gem, that one with an example.

"I don't need it. I already bought a replacement."

"I don't even need it."

I guess the boulder wizard can't even pack his magic in his hands, he raised his pitiful voice. I stuck to my desk with a softly tired look on my face - but when I saw the item just brought in, I looked up pampered. It's cash.

Scratch an iced tea with lots of gum syrup with the bliss and all the look of the world. He was the very man you couldn't eat when you first met him, but when you did, there was certainly a shadow of a magic girl.

He joked and said this as he turned the straw around and watched the rocking ice accompanied him.

"Well. Very good luck this time"

"My nostalgia is not as deep as you can answer."

When I gave him an immediate answer, Soaran's face was distorted into bitter laughter.

"I think I've done something wrong."

"Then naturally you'll pay the compensation, won't you? I'm telling you, there's no room for discretion when you show up for redemption."

"I will pay for the treatment at a later date. I hope so."

"Is it OK to claim" Dear Witch Association Cokedier Branch Deputy Branch Manager, Dear Magic Girl Nagi-tan, "

"That's a break"

Of course, I'm not really going to do it.

Soaran's hand, which had been spinning the straw for so long, finally stopped. He looks like a pretty sweetheart around the sipping "sweet" sip of syrup melted iced tea.

"There were a lot of miscalculations, but I managed to get results. Let me also give you my thanks for that."

To the words, Sputnik leaned his neck unexpectedly. Results?

Was there something in this case that could be called 'achievement' for a magical girl? There was nothing stolen, and I'm sure I wouldn't have let Krew take the word for it. It was like the magic girl was found out who she was and Sputnik just ended up in pain with nothing to gain from each other when she was hit in the leg.

I ask, "There's a lot going on here," he blurred. I wondered how far I could believe the phrase that went on, "Don't worry, it's not to your detriment," but Soaran changed the subject faster than Sputnik concluded. Get a little bit of yourself on this one.

"By the way, you tell me about that"

"Is that it?"

"That's it, that. I took away the power of 'me', that's the thing. Of course, I'll keep it to the association, so please tell me. I've never seen a tool like that before, it was funny."

You don't have to talk to him. You gain more from keeping your mouth shut than he can possibly be regained as an enemy again one day than he is a wizard. I knew that. However,

"Ah, that one"

It was because of a certain sense of fellowship, coming from gripping each other's 'hearts', that I uncovered the seeds. More importantly, there's nothing I can do when I know how it works.

Trying to speak concisely of what was in the letter, he peeled his eyes and laughed out in surprise.

"Hehe, haha. Some people thought it was funny. No, I can't believe you didn't just think about it, you created it!

"Is that a funny story?"

"For me. It wouldn't be anything to fade away if the association's humans heard. Such a terrible tool, I don't think they will allow it to exist"

In the words Sputnik recalls a passage that was in the explanatory notes of the example. "It should be noted that the creation of tools related to the Wizard will require the permission of the Society of Witches in principle, but we have not obtained any permission, as mentioned above. Nevertheless - that word" hipster "has been erased on a double line - the association members have a lot of conservatives, especially permission to develop tools that could be their own threat tends to be reluctant. It is unclear whether he went through where he filed the application 'If the administrator's speculation is correct, perhaps Soalan's words are true. However,

"Are you okay? Do you tolerate the existence of 'it'?

"I think you should. I can correct those who scratched their hearts and minds."

Soaran laughed pointlessly. A laugh very similar to that of a magic girl.

And look at that face. Sputnik remembered one thing.

"How can you use magic in a place like this in the east?"

Magic girl's biggest weapon. This one also revealed how the tools work, I thought I could listen and ask. And, Soaran let him tilt his little neck.

"Yeah. I don't think you mean much by asking, though."

"Right. So it's just part of the public discourse."

"Do I have to reveal the biggest seed in public discourse, I..."

But his mouth looked like he wanted to reveal the 'seed'. It's like a kid who can't help but show off the gift he got for his birthday celebration to someone. I'm just a little angry waiting for Soaran to whine like I don't know what to do, I don't know what to do, so I kept on saying the words first.

"I've been thinking about a few things. There's no way I can give you an answer, so I stopped."

"Yeah?"

"Why Magic Girls Can Use Magic"

Then Soaran came, gleaming his eyes, and rode himself out this way.

"Doesn't that sound interesting? Let me hear it, your reasoning."

"No reason, no support, it's just a guess. I don't think you've hit it."

"Still want to hear it. I don't know who I can talk to anymore."

It's rhetoric as if it were what it once was, I thought - but I left it untouched. Instead, I decide to answer his request.

"The first possibility. The magic girl herself is the 'ancestor'"

"Hmm."

Soaran just nodded, not denying or affirming the possibility of Sputnik speaking, who was neither a wizard nor anything. I don't even know if that idea is a rush for them, but in this case, I didn't consider the unknown a disgrace. Keep going.

"Wizards cannot exercise their magic without the protection of their original ancestors. That means it can be used if there is protection of the original ancestors wherever they are. Also, from similar reasoning, possibility number two. Magic Girl Steals Out 'The Originals' And Carries It Always"

Sputnik had not forgotten that Ilaja had told him that the magic girl had stepped into the altar between her ancestors and her doings.

"But from that logic, it's odd that as the magic girl moves, she hasn't moved as much as the magic potency extends. Iraja didn't say that in particular, so I guess that's not true either? So those two possibilities are arguably unrealistic.... and none of them were suitable for the magic girl's inactivity or your words."

"That word?

I think I said something, and Soaran can squeal a fork.

Looking at him making wrinkles between his eyebrows, Sputnik thinks about where to explain the story that goes on. I try to cheek the sunday-decorated bananas for a change of mood, but they were coated with chocolate. That was just sweet. I manage to chew and spin the word again.

"... Gems have power. It's not about magic, it's about mental and psychological effects."

"Yeah?"

Soaran said strangely that the conversation had flown. But Sputnik himself has no particular intention of changing the subject. He looked straight back at Soaran's olive green eyes.

"'Sunshine' if Peridot, for example, and 'Sedative Effect' if Sapphire. That's close to a kind of fake drug effect (placebo). If the term placebo is not correct, let me rephrase it. - Implications."

Soaran's, somewhere youthful eyes blink in Sputnik's words. I finally saw the connection between the stories, and the clap brought back the focus that had been lost.

Don't wait for his response and overlap the words further.

"You pointed to a wizard other than you and said, 'I'm putting shackles or something on my own feet at will,' they said. Normal wizards spontaneously create 'shackles'. If so, there will be no inescapable constraint imposed by the external environment, that is to say, there will be no shackles in practice. To imagine from there, shackles are some sort of self-allusion. And shackles are the wizard's constraint that 'magic cannot be used without protection'. … from the above"

At the end of the desk, Soaran was making a fist grip. Slightly embarking on himself and sparkling his eyes, he is like a child who leads the story to his father.

Pretending not to notice it, Sputnik communicated his own thoughtful conclusions to him.

"From all that, I thought. 'Magic activation is possible regardless of the existence of protection' … No, in the first place, 'there is no limit to the scope of magic effectiveness, such as' the protection of the original ancestors' '?

"Brilliant!

Momentum as if to spit out the accumulated at once, Soaran, yes, conveyed to him the words of praise. In the absence of knowledge of something called magic, it was just a reasoning I guessed from the end of the conversation, but apparently I got the point. From this excitement, perhaps it is not at the point of view.

"No body, no body! Why aren't you a wizard! If you were a wizard, you would have welcomed me as a magic girl's apprentice soon!

"Forgive me."

Even if magic could be used, I don't want to be a magic girl's apprentice.

"Even so. This is some kind of implication. It's a strong insinuation that the association executives are waving at the wizards. And an unshakeable 'law' among wizards."

"So you're saying that magic can't be used is just 'conjecture'?

"Exactly. So if you throw away that" assumption, "anybody can use magic anywhere. However, for the wizard," The First Father "is absolute, and" The Protection of the First Father "is absolute again. 'Common sense' imprinted by association executives. There's no way you can believe that doesn't exist. For example, if all of a sudden you say, 'You can't walk in the sky because you think so', can you believe it? Believe me, can we fly?"

I guess I can't, I guess. Overshadowing common sense is not a lifetime.

"Why do executives teach such things as wizards?"

As long as we know how that technology works, it will lead to the further development of the Witch Society - recalling the words of Ilaja one day. But Soaran told me to look down on even that.

"To constrain, of course, those beneath me. It would be if they woke up on the edge of a continent beyond their sight."

"As far as it goes. But then how could you have broken that insinuation?

Then Soaran put his hands together and laughed. A laugh that can be read in many ways from what you see. Though Soaran did not intend to speak its sincerity. It's just...

"There's been a lot going on."

Just one word with, I ended it.

And Soaran dropped his gaze and looked at his own hand. Scratchless smooth fingers are also somewhere feminine. Looking at it without a single ring decoration, he seemed to pray for something, or to think of something again, but not sure how it actually was.