The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

"Yes," said Sputnik inadvertently, blurring imaginations such as the figure of Sputnik, whom Krew would govern as king.

"I almost forgot. Here."

Reach over the palace of the bed and offer something to Crewe. When I received it with wonder, it was one book - "The First Blame". Oh, and Krew sees the book he brings from his room. But it was offered, and the fitting was slightly different from the book Krew owes. And if you look closely, it was offered with 'II' at the end of her well-known title.

borrowed book, I didn't notice because there was no street number (numbering) in one volume,

"There's been a series of these, right?"

"There must have been up to about four or five volumes. I don't remember throwing it away, so I think there's a whole roll somewhere if you look in the box. Do you want to read it?"

"Oh, well, lend it to me whenever you want"

A lot of books that Sputnik has. In many of the difficult books, the series was written in plain language that could also be understood by Crewe. There are many illustrations that are easy to understand, and if that's something else, I'd like to read them if I can.

"Only one roll is a little scratchy, it feels loaded"

"One volume was originally given to people. I'll collect the rest later."

There are scratches everywhere and the ends are better. The two rolls are not so scratchy and the fitting remains beautiful. I didn't realize that much when I was looking at just one volume in the room, but it was obvious when compared like this. Crewe wondered if it was because he kept it behind a crate in the closet, in an unsunny place, but it seems that's not all.

Sputnik also seemed aware of the difference in the state of preservation, and he never bothered with her inquiry.

"Heh."

Maybe this book inspired him to become a jeweler.

Comparing the two books, Crewe thought, I don't know anything about this guy. If you don't even know how he became a jeweler, you don't know anything about his origins, his parents, anything that happened earlier. It's a strange thing to say that we're so close and that few days, such as not seeing each other since we met. - Hi. Tonight, thought goes to the past.

Feeling like it wasn't too good to put your mind to all the old things, Crewe decided to switch heads.

Future. Future, bright things.

- Thinking about it, I remember. That only broke Krew's heart a little. There was no answer back, an inquiry thrown at him. I was relieved that I didn't know the answer, and I didn't want to know now. I guess I'll be bothered to remember that question again someday, than I didn't know his true intentions though.

Then it should be absolutely easier to hear it now. When Krew decided so, he saw Sputnik, "I wonder where I've been," who gives his thoughts to the book's storage area. And besides, ask.

"Mr. Sputnik... will you not marry?"

"Huh?

What the doghouse said to him in that house guest room.

I decided my heart and asked. That was it, but Sputnik looked like he was heartbroken. Look down at her and ask the other way around.

"Don't talk weird until you do. Who am I supposed to be?"

"No, I don't know who it is, but..."

"Right. Coo, I'll teach you one thing that's good for you. Actually, marriage is something you can't do without someone. Remember, one day it's gonna help."

"I know about that."

No matter how much, I'm not that ignorant. Speaking to all the bites, Sputnik sighed without even trying to hide it.

"... you thought I'd do the same age because the doghouse did? Marriage can't be that simple."

"But Mr. Sputnik, I often, at night, play with people I don't know... with people like that"

"I don't know if you know, but that's not what that is. Just otomodachi. You're gonna love Anna, but you want to get married? Same as that."

Take Crewe's friend's name as an example, he says. Sure, Anna is an important friend, and I think it's fun to be with her, but I certainly don't think she wants to get married or anything like that. - But what he calls "Otomodachi" and what Krew thinks of "your friend" is a little, no. Doesn't seem to mean much different. but he wouldn't let me pursue it any further.

Anyway, I wave a couple of times.

"If I were to get married, since Ku was alone and I was tired of playing? If I picked it up and hired it to make money, I'd say yes. But as an employer, as a guardian, I don't know. If you want to nest from me and consolidate yourself then, if you have someone you want to spend the rest of your life with, I will."

That somewhere resembles the Sputnik jewellery store arrangement of 'repairing decorations sold and repaired in our stores free of charge if defective within ten days of handover'. I don't know what you said.

"I, that, I know." Bantuna after-sales service. "

"I also feel it's more right to have full benefits... but that's a little different."

I don't know what that means, but I dare to make a strange look, and I say, "It's definitely a pretense," To such a crew. He said, "You don't understand," but he looked like he did.

Anyway, to sort it out, Sputnik doesn't have the will to marry or the other person right now, and if Krew can be independent, that's when he finally thinks about it.

I mean, if Crewe doesn't like to be independent, he'll be next to Crewe the whole time.

"Ugh."

"What. Disgusting."

"Nothing"

I felt somewhat like I was planning to, but I got a grin about the good ideas I came up with.

He said this to Klu all the time.

"And then... ahh. Let's find your parents before we do."

I don't care about my parents anymore. He'll be next to Krew, family, that's all right. But to this subordinate merchant (one), it didn't seem to matter.

"Don't worry. I'll find out, and I'll fill you with alimony and compensation."

Hyah, ha, ha, ha, and a lowly laugh that a righteous messenger would never do. I laughed for a moment until I felt that way,

"What do you do? What do you want to charge? Ask for what you like so much that your parents go bankrupt."

"Ku, Ku, Ku... well, I'll let you buy all the rolls of the spy's outfit."

When I saw it in the bookstore, I certainly didn't drop thirty volumes. But I still don't have ten copies on Crewe's bookshelf. So it was meant to be as luxurious as she could think of right now.

Her, to her own luxury, Sputnik shrugged and laughed.

"Damn you, sweetie."

"It's the most extravagant thing for me right now."

inflate your cheeks and turn that way.

"Then there would be more awesome zeitaks," Sputnik said, fingering her swollen cheeks.

Awesome luxury? Surprised, looks at him. Sputnik looked often and spoke his own thoughts.

"If I were you - I'd use my parents' money and power to acquire that author and demand that he make me write the main character of the sequel"

- Oh, my God, that's what I mean.

Crewe raised her voice unexpectedly to "Luxury," which far outstripped her luxury.

I didn't imagine that. But what a luxury it would be if you could take those incredible characters with you and travel that world!

"Of course the money and negotiation for that matter is parental, and if you don't like the deployment, I'll let you rewrite it one by one"

"Ku, ku, ku, I still like that! Coo will do the same."

Stuff on the bed, but of course this man was not tolerant enough to tolerate it.

"Fool, can a writer write that much at once? It's my only privilege because I figured it out first. I don't know what to tell you."

"sloppy!"

I feel terribly jealous of him for saying that to hit me.

I don't want him to be all alone. When sloppy and noisy, he held his ear to exaggeration and frowned, looking disgusted.

"Ah, okay, okay. Let's fight."

"Competition?"

"A battle over which thought story is more interesting. Think of each story you'd like me to write between now and ten minutes. So, show each other off after enough to get writers to write more interesting ones in the future. Even writers would prefer to write stories that sell - how about that? This battle, ride it."

"I will!

Answer with a rough nose.

Then he laughed with a smile on his face and took the clock on his pillow. Pay attention to the needle and start counting the hours.

"Well, enough now. Close your eyes and think. Yo, start."

With that in mind, Crewe takes a big, deep breath and closes his eyes.

Of all the thoughts I toured, remembering the bliss of the warmth of my hands stroking my hair to comb, my consciousness eventually became distant and...

- And Crewe dreams.

Crewe, commissioned as an armed snitch (spy), dreams of falling in forbidden love with one sexually vicious prince in a castle infiltrated by mission.