The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

He raised his neck (Kobe) because the sound of the doorbell rang in a quiet store.

"I'm back now"

One chestnut-haired girl showed up with a voice announcing her return home.

The shopping bag I lowered in my hand is slightly swollen, but it doesn't seem to weigh that much from how she looks. It won't get to you by the time I carry you on your behalf.

"Welcome back"

So he greets him as usual, sitting back in the counter chair. If she did, she still smiled happily, as usual.

The city of Riafiat is located in the eastern part of the continent, a moderate city that flourished as a lodging town on Lucar Street.

The city, also known throughout the year as a region of a wide variety of fruits and flowers due to its warm climate, is a land where police station policing is very good, with unsolved cases equal to zero and very livable, as is the branch of the Witches Association.

In such a corner of the city, there was a small jewelry store. - "Sputnik Jewellery Sputnik".

"-" What's the end?

"'It's good.'"

In response to a meaningful inquiry from store owner Sputnik, Returning Employee Krew responded with a lurking voice as well, causing both eyes to tighten and uncommonly distort his mouth. If this looks like it, you probably got most of what you asked for.

"'Thank you. They wouldn't notice, would they?

"'Think I'll do that?

"'Right. You didn't have to worry about it." "

And as they glanced at each other, they all laughed low.

- Nonetheless, all of the products actually made me buy were sold in accordance with the law, such as bamboo, bamboo, bamboo cleaner, etc., and I have also purchased them at the right price.

The other day, when I went to the bookstore, I recommended to Crewe, who said, "I want to read some interesting stories," a spy novel in half of the prank - albeit one that softened the expression somewhat for children - was what inspired this sneaky play. As for Sputnik, I was looking forward to seeing when she would complain about "not being funny," but unexpectedly they touched her harp line, which I've been eager to read here lately. He's starting to collect it on his own salary before the first two volumes that Sputnik bought him.

So, if you liked it so much, and if you get a chance, this is how I do it sometimes, but as a Sputnik, it seems more amusing to me the look on her face I make each time than the interaction. By analogy, a face like a baby when you eat something spicy for the first time in your life. Apparently, that's what she thinks of as a "bad laugh."

I can't even look in the mirror and meditate on both eyes. When she wondered when she herself would notice that things were all wrong, that the day would come to notice in the first place, etc., Crewe inadvertently put her squeaky face back together, "Oh, yeah," she said.

"What's up?"

"I almost forgot. I just met Ellie in front of the 800 store, and she wants me to tailor a ring for the baby."

Sputnik also knew that was the name of the woman who lives in a condo in the city. You should have married a man from the city and given birth to a girl a while back. He also arranged for the engagement and wedding rings at the Sputnik jewelry store.

"Baby. Is that a baby ring?

"That's it. It's rare, isn't it, a ring for a baby?... Wouldn't you swallow it?"

Sputnik waved loosely in denial to Krew, who leaned his neck strangely.

"No, baby rings are a souvenir, it's fine because they don't actually let them be children. Pray for the lifelong happiness of the child you were born with, and your parents will give it to your child. But there's a habit around here, too."

There have been no jewelry stores in Liafiat City for a long time. There were no jewellers who wanted to base their business because it was a land where not many wizards came to the helm of a jeweler. Because that was the case, until Sputnik set up the store, he said, when citizens of Riafiat ordered ornaments, they had to wait for the jeweler of the journey to come or head out to other city jewellery stores.

I didn't know there was a custom of giving ornaments to children when it came to being such a region. That's what I thought. I shrugged, but Crewe shook a puffy rash.

"Oh, no. A distant married sister wrote to your child a few years ago and said she wanted to do so when she had a child. I'm coming to the store with my husband later."

"Complete."

Sputnik thinks a few things as he answers. The market for baby rings, the time it takes to create them, the tools, stones and materials to prepare them - then.

"You should have had a detailed address in your customer record. Coo, you go to the house for a minute and tell them, 'If you want to talk about design, you can tell me what time you're free, and I'll visit you here.'"

"Ah, yes. It's rare to open a visit."

"Well, as for this one, it's extremely troublesome, but going out with a baby would be some inconvenience. I don't like to be crying in the store during business hours. Message, can you do it?"

"I'll take care of it. As soon as I get rid of what I bought, I'll be right there."

Lift your luggage and laugh all the time, Crewe. To her appearance like that, Sputnik grinned distorted his cheeks.

"I asked.... but you've grown up too"

"Really?

"I wouldn't have been able to go out there alone in the old days."

It may be natural given her history, but Crewe, when she had just set up in Liafiat City, was also finally out in the store. If the doorbell rang, it would have been less than half a serving clerk who would have rushed to hide behind Sputnik, but that's a big deal because it could have been so familiar - and I don't think it's just the employer or the guardian.

Immediately after the kidnapping noise and the visit of the magical girl, I wondered if the familiarity would turn around, but that seemed to be Sputnik's concern, a slight as before. For a few days after the magic girl, I burned my hands to stop her from trying to go out with a frying pan.

"Let's give him a head, a stroke, on the reward. Come here."

Wave and invite. I thought it would make me angry that I wasn't young enough to be happy to that extent, but he's still happy to be spoiled. "It's unusual for Mr. Sputnik to praise me," he laughed. He stopped early with that smile, though.

I really wanted to make fun of you, like that overfloating delight.

"Ha Ugh."

Instead of stroking him, he put a bullet in his forehead.

Surprised, take a few steps back. In pain, in the humiliation of being done, or in tears, pointing my lips. I'm going to say something to complain - but sooner than that, Sputnik told me this when he pointed the same tip of his index finger straight between her brows as he hit his forehead.

"'Don't show me the gap. Even if that's the parent brother, the lover. - If this finger is a knife, you won't be alive by now." "

and.

Sounds like I immediately figured out what that word is. The disgruntled look became much brighter. but immediately frowned and closed his eyes tightly.

"'I'll remember the liver'"

He'll look that funny again, so Sputnik's going to have a lot of trouble keeping his sticking up laugh down.

Sputnik jewelry store, a little old story.

(cont 'd)