The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Make sure Krew's breathing, with his eyes closed, slows down deeply.

"Did you sleep?"

Sputnik held her head up quietly and gently, from under it, pulled out her own arm.

A person's head is quite heavy, and a long arm pillow is quite tiring. Insert one spare pillow instead of the pulled out arm and put her neck down there. Crewe shrugged his toad because of the discomfort that moved his head.

"... yes, I am the famous spy, Klu and Hih..."

"A famous spy is incompetent."

I'll point out, she doesn't look like she cared, and starts to get some sleep again in a pleasant way. I wonder what the hell you're dreaming about - though it's not hard to imagine.

I take the book from my occasionally tingly cramped fingers, and instead I bring the stuffed animal of the rabbit closer together. and she embraced it by happily distorting the edge of her mouth.

At all, he is a child who sleeps with a dumb face. Do you have any idea how precious you are and how much your employer has subdued your spirit because of it? I thought as I combed my long chestnut-colored hair with my fingers, with a self-derisive grin. It's only natural that you don't understand, because I'm trying not to make you understand.

A child has a world of children, problems that must be bothered by being a child. There shouldn't be room for a glimpse of the adult world or time to worry.

That's why. - 'This' is not a matter for her to know.

Thoughts, Sputnik looks up to the ceiling.

- It was at that moment that the black shadow sticking to the ceiling moved.

The shadow of someone wearing a black robe. It turns its hand from the dark ceiling to Sputnik. Shizuku of light with zero molluscs from the white fingertips coming out of the black. He knew who it was.

Seeing it, Sputnik suffered over Crewe. While taking care not to touch it to wake it up with impact. While recognizing that the attack will eventually come, Sputnik does not, however, close his eyes or anything. The enemy never dies from his gaze, but he can frighten them. I frown and stare at him, and his outstretched hands tremble as small as I thought they would. In that gap he took his hand under the pillow and grabbed the hard one that touched his finger and pulled it out.

What appears is a well polished skinny scratch. It is his familiar tool and a weapon to protect himself. They weren't expecting anything like that to come out from under their bedding, or they were upset, and the grain of light that was dancing bounced off and disappeared.

Turn to the shadows, nitrous and deep, make them laugh.

"I can't get rid of all this when I was a traveler."

Crime in Cebu Gurumi was not uncommon in insecure areas. M.O. like breaking into a room when a traveler falls asleep and throwing it out with a strip of clothes. He always had the habit of keeping a few weapons sneaking under his pillow as a way to repel it. Needless to say, what the hell did Sputnik do to the robbers who took control of him?

Don't miss the gap you were born into. Sputnik pulls a little of Crewe's duvet and covers it up to her ear - more as soundproofing than defense. I didn't want her to understand the futile commotion - and I take up my own pillow and throw it in the shadow of the ceiling. It was the hit that was lost, but the shadow collapsed in the air and fell to the side of the bed. Did the shock magically mitigate or didn't make any noise?

Use the bed spring to jump, grab the thrown pillow in the air and beat it again, towards the shadows. It hit brilliantly on the head of the shadow that was about to rise.

As for pillows, if you get caught off guard, you have a shock. I use my knees to land without sound as I hear a shadow, fugu, or kamugu, or whatever, and I kick it as it is with myself in a low position. The shadow retracted with a piece of paper, but Sputnik could not have let it escape. Pushing the unleashed foot onto the floor, you step further into it, pack the distance, and follow the shadows. The shadow again turned his palm to Sputnik, but he easily cut the flesh of his hand with a shave of his left hand to show.

Of course, the scratch is a scratch, not effective enough to cut off a finger to a lightly shaken degree, but enough to frighten it.

"Guh."

"Be quiet."

What if she wakes up?

Tell the screaming shadow, in a low voice. I didn't know which one was the intruder. I had the consciousness that it was a whine. but if you don't have a brother-in-law to take care of the intruder, you don't have a duty to advise him gently. He peeled off the hood of his robe and pressed it against the floor when he gripped his hair. "He" flatters the revealed face with pain, but he does not condone it. I wake up on his back lying down depressed, pulling my hair with a further grip and turning my throat.

scrape. To the extent that I did wiggle, I only have the killing power to cut my fingers a little.

But.

Don't move.

Poke it at the pointy tip, but you can go pretty deep.

Sputnik shrugged, hitting one at the back of his throat and under his right jaw.

"If you spare your life, don't move"

The easiest thing to control in the human body is the throat, I remember someone saying that back in the day. Well, whose dialogue was it - think about it, but I couldn't remember the speaker. I just didn't feel like a very good impression, so I don't care what he said, maybe.

"Hands together, behind your neck. Don't make a futile move."

"... let it get that far duh? Oh, it hurts."

He kept his mouth shut and finally opened.

An intruder who complains but hands behind his neck as ordered - Deputy Branch Manager of the Witches Association Coakdier Branch. His first name was Soaran. It's still salvation that you're not dressed as a pervert one day.

"I mean, do you have a guy in that state who cuts his mind to his enemies? If you close your eyes and circle yourself... then suddenly when you're frightened, you take out the blade and throw a pillow. Sputnik, you, you, you have more than enough belligerently."

I know you're talking about staring at him in the ceiling, but what a sweet thing to say. Instead, I did it to this extent, so it is gratitude that I don't have the strength to complain.

"There's no way visitors who don't come in through the door would be welcome. I told you before."

"You and me, aren't we?"

I don't remember being a busy friend.

"Damn, a troublesome appearance. Just put the thing down and go home."

"You can't even give me something I can get out of detention like this... Gu Ye"

Screw your knee into its back and then back off. To the pain of being pressed against his spine, he raised a frog's crushed voice.

I unwrap the hand I put around the back of my neck, and with that hand rubbing my back, I groan and stand loosely, "Won't you even treat me straight as a person at all?" With the wall on his back, he sat down scratching his horseshit and fixed his gripped and rough hair with his hands.

To him looking down in arms, Soaran grinned as if one day, with a people-loving face.

"Good evening again. I've been doing the job you asked me to do, ho."

I took something from under the robe and threw it at Sputnik's feet. How many booklets have appeared? The cover of it overlapping at the top reads' Medicine '.

- It was one woman doctor that Sputnik was scheduled to meet after work today. Sputnik had promised to talk to the woman about visiting the city for work reasons from another city. Of course, the purpose was to request medical knowledge, but if she wanted to, the liquor initiators' services were going to behave until the satisfaction of the other party went. If that gives you knowledge, it's cheap.

Although. Sputnik's appointment, or change of mood, was this evening. After questioning the customer, it was obviously because Krew showed suspicious behavior. The reason for this was somehow known, and it was boring again, but still, no, I felt like leaving her alone at home because it was the reason.

After working at the client, I said goodbye to Krew, shouting the right thing. In an attempt to cancel my appointment, I head to meet up with the other person - along the way, it was this wizard who showed up before him.

Let's ask Sputnik if he wants to talk about something, but for Sputnik, I don't know what his "story" is, but "being" was a boat to cross. I will listen to you later, and I have commanded you to turn to yourself and meet the one you will now say, and to listen to him properly, and to speak to him later.

Soaran immediately after he was told he didn't know what it meant and was blinking his eyes, but now that he had actually met and talked to the person he promised, apparently all the circumstances could be swallowed up.

"We've all been invited, but I've refused to be good. Sleep introducer (Minzai)."

Guys. Imagination of what I was asked to do wasn't hard because I was seeing that woman once when I mounted the promise. That gaze of an uppercut, like a tongue nod.

Will the medicine go into the 'good no' way, if it's a wizard, then you can use it magically as well - and I've come up with a lot of other pointers, but it's troublesome, so I go through.

"I don't think I've done anything without my body."

"Oh, you're inviolable."

I recall that this man has been serving mourning ever since he lost his fiancée.

I wondered if I would ever get my hands on a woman other than my fiancée if so, but Soaran laughed and tilted his neck.

"Hmm, did I say that? I simply didn't like it."

I prefer the cute ones, I laugh naggingly. I was a little curious about what kind of person he was with this guy's ex-fiancé.

Anyway.

"If I could pull out some good information, I could have entertained you a little bit more, but I'm not that much of a medical scientist, well, I guess that's the extent of Sekiyama."

"As long as it takes."

"But women doctors are all interested in color. I was surprised inside when I was overlaid with color tricks."

"No way. There are a lot of women out there. I can't say how they are."

Some people look at their feet and demand a lot of money, while others are too stiff to even listen. Sometimes my mouth seems loose, but I don't ask for that from the beginning. I don't know much about this man's vision of seeing people, but he wouldn't be utterly incompetent, being the bearer of a background that has extended to his present position in a group called the Witch Society.

I think I broke a lot of bones, but I didn't say thank you. He's the one who said, "Help me."

Open the booklet. I couldn't read it busily because of the dimness, but I found out some of the words I was used to seeing. Wounds, diseases, physique, life - stones.

I was caught off guard because I was distracted by it.

Soaran with the wall sitting on his back asks him, pounding.

"Is there any deterioration in her health?"

So far, I try to answer honestly, but I manage to hold out just before.

He raised his face from the booklet and glanced at the wizard who had scratched him.

"About what. Our employees are health themselves, don't say bad things about them."

And Soaran gave a frightened look. As he roars, he says, "Are you just going to cut a lump?"

"I think the attitude of being taken hostage is something I did look up to. But, you know, I'm talking about helping you. Trouble is, I tell people it's easier to throw up, and I've just disclosed a little bit of information to your detriment."

"annoying"

It was a waste of time listening to Soaran's persuasion in silence.

To keep his mouth shut quickly, Sputnik removed the scaled metal rod from the inside as he opened the top drawer of the desk. The tip is thin and the back is made slightly thicker. That is a ring size stick - a tool for measuring the size of a ring. Made of aluminum it can't be said to have that much strength, it's not suitable for beating people, but it could be used for 'threats'.

Point the tip of the gripping stick around his belly. Pulling his cheeks to anger, looking down at the annoying man, Sputnik said this with a voice that did not hide his frustration.

"Temehe's ass hole, how far do you want it to expand"

"I'm sorry, I won't say it again"

It was in a room lacking in lights, but I could clearly see his face frightened and fading with his hands turned behind his back in haste.

- It's not like you don't believe in this man, but still.

The odds that the Crewe thing would leak to the Witch Society (the guys) wanted to keep it down a little bit.

(cont 'd)