The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Crewe is moving in bed.

When I thought of something, I was shaking the stuffed rabbit so hard. "Uh-huh. Huge. Protect your prince." And when you see him squirming, he's still dreaming freely. I seem to have completely forgotten my duties as a secret detective, but dreams are like that.

Soaran shook his shoulder, and, uh-huh, laughed.

"Pretty."

"Oh, I see."

"Even so. She's cuter than that doctor. Innocent."

I thought one thing that didn't matter to Soaran, who was watching as merciful as Krew continued to whine about something.

"Nah."

"Yeah?"

"Was your fiancé younger?"

"No, I was older. He was shorter than me, though. At last, he was a hard man to say that he was a big man."

"Really?"

I asked the occasional 'cute thing lover' of this, wondering if it came from mourning, but it doesn't seem to be the case. Tilt his neck as if he had seen through Sputnik's thoughts.

"It's not about my taste, because it was" The Appreciated. "... No, but you're adorable. Girls are generally adorable."

He said, "Go ahead."

"Too bad about that."

When he glanced, he joked, clapped his shoulders, and laughed. This guy has a priori, he can't be alarmed.

There's a limit to the night, I didn't even want to tell you a long story. Hold the scratch (shave) with your left hand on your hips. Point the tip of the right-hand ring size stick at his head.

"If you're done, go home. I don't need you anymore."

"No, no. No, no, no, no."

But Soaran waved loudly.

I haven't finished one of my requirements yet.

"Chip."

"You know what I mean, you."

Unfortunately, he didn't forget what he came here for. When Sputnik pounded his tongue, he swelled his cheeks and made a stubborn look - not cute.

Aware of the growing frustration, Sputnik asked him.

"Put it in a nutshell. What are you doing here?"

"Just use it. That's a terrible thing to say. Still, I'm worried about hiring an employee, whether they have a decent employment relationship or other HR... Okay, okay, so I was wondering if you could dance."

Turning silently to the tip of the stick, he let his cheeks pull and wave his hands.

I'm so frightened, I'll clean you up in your desk as I wish. And he coughed one up so he could re-compartmentalize, and then he said it was pompous.

I was told of a grudge to stare at, but Sputnik had no recollection of the charge.

"You know, you're exploring me."

"Huh?

Unexpectedly, there was a barbaric voice.

I've been exploring this pervert, and I'm telling you, what's in it for you? Even the wizards didn't want to get involved with each other, there was no way they could imitate picking up chestnuts in the fire. That's why Sputnik is obstinate this time - it's going to offend the mood.

I swell my cheeks. I frown instead and ask.

"Why me?"

"It's more about 'Magic Girl' than it is about me. You can't leave me alone, I know someone is sniffing around my - 'me'. I don't know what you want to know, but it's hard to do my job. Pum."

He turned toward her and swelled as if he were stubborn. Driven by the urge to punch her in the cheek with all his might. - Not at all, not cute.

"First, why me?"

"It wasn't until shortly after that that that I began to feel strange signs during the magic girl's 'work'. If so, the suspect could be anywhere but you."

That thing. I didn't say exactly what it was about, but there's only one case, such as the one where I got deeply involved with the magic girl. If so, surely, it was only natural for him to doubt himself.

However, Sputnik thinks. It was then that Sputnik was not the only one to know anything about the existence of a magical girl. I was involved in that matter with my employee, that abominable police officer, who is the victim of an unparalleled magic girl, and then, yes.

- So maybe.

Sputnik looked at the bed. I put it exactly on the pillow, a single letter.

"I'm not the one sniffing around your side business.... but inside of us."

"Oh, my God, I knew it was your money."

Money order, not. Then isn't it as if she were her own handkerchief? I don't think I have enough power or skill to manipulate that as a handkerchief.

But I just discussed that, and I wouldn't pass that woman on to him I don't know. That's why I stopped saying something about that misunderstanding.

"I'll tell that one to stop, from me. Tell him the magic girl's in danger has left already, and he'll stop investigating that one."

"Appreciation"

I wonder how easy it was, Soaran laughed with heartfelt joy.

If that woman is looking into this with pure curiosity, not a sense of duty, then it will be another matter, but then it will be. Hung, and exhaled roughly to end the story.

Just then.

"Mmm, mmm."

I heard a voice from the bed. No shit, that's Crewe's. Groaning, he's doing something with both hands.

fingers, says Soaran in surprise.

"What's going on?

"...... sa"

Answer ambiguously. but when I walked into the bed and peeked, the reason was immediately predictable. The stuffed animal was out of her hand and rolling around her knees. The eyebrows look uncomfortable and the arms are wandering all over the reach.

Totally. When Sputnik took the stuffed animal away, he let it squeeze into his busy moving hand.

"Look, this would be it. Ra."

"Mmm."

But the anticipation seems off. She's been gripped. When she throws it pounding, she starts looking for something in the first place again.

"What the hell, this guy"

"Be the girlfriend in your dreams, you must have something to think about."

When he shrugged and murmured, Soaran chuckled, just saying that the answer he had returned was a masterpiece. I have no idea, and I sigh and sit back in bed.

"Is that all we're talking about? If it's over, just go home. If this guy wakes up, we're in trouble."

"Oh, won't you introduce me? We're best friends."

"Sinyu? Abbreviation for" Dead Kidnapper. "

"Oh, you're a good composer. Not so many vocabularies."

"You're selling fights. I'll buy it at my word, come out."

I'll show you outside with my jaw, but he clapped his shoulder and said, "Fine."

"Let's just get this over with. But what we're going to talk about now is something that's deeply involved in you, too, and I hope you remember that."

Exhale briefly - his, wrapping atmosphere changes. With a slightly lower voice, he told Sputnik:

"There are people who don't believe my reports about her."

It's a story that I can't laugh at and listen to, I get it.

Attitude naturally bends forward. The cot rattled and made a stirring and disturbing noise.

"As you would imagine, I am not an innocent white wizard. That's not only the back face, but the - me as deputy branch manager on the table, too, yes. I've used a lot of rowing hands to get here, so even a resentful person can't get enough of both hands and toes at all. My enemies and allies in the club... if you put each of the interests and harmers on the scale and you do something about which to lean, the first thing is subtle."

Put both palms up, move them and show them. Scale gesture.

"And of those enemies there are little things, often noisy. Do you believe in" "Broomstick" or something! 'and "

"Huh?"

"Male Wizard's Contempt"

Soaran laughed niggardly. Speaking of which, wizards sometimes use things such as mirrors and mirrors as tools to exercise magic. Does it come from seeing a creature called a man as a 'woman's tool'?

"They don't care what kind of report the man wizard gave me. That's why all the sober wizards who aren't, though, have a cold eye for them. As for her, it's a good 'em' broiler, thank you.... Don't look scared, I'm not going to use it on you. No, it did turn out that way, though."

Add, I laugh bitterly. As if to restrain them to Sputnik with narrowed eyes.

"Those guys are doing something with me as soon as they find them. There are also numerous wizards who do not want to involve the general public, already considered to be Shilo, in a dispute between wizards in vain. So there won't be some kind of spark coming to you - though."

I spoke paradoxically, I could see that his cheeks were just a little strong. Are you uncomfortable with acknowledging your own misconduct?

"I'm not omnipotent. I don't know where or how they're gonna reach her."

"So I'm here to give you some advice," he said?

"That's the thing. I don't know what's going to happen, so I told him to defend himself."

It's a big favor, I wanted to say if you could say so.

Compute a few things. Think about the wizard, about her, about her physique, about the shield behind herself, all based on and thinking. Liafiat is certainly a place most wizards hate to visit. But that doesn't mean that demons such as wizards can't reach out, that they have not come one day now, that this man as the use of the Witch Society, and this man's men. There is not enough in this continent. I don't know what to do.

When Sputnik began to hold his head around,

"Pain"

On the hand on the bed, remember the shock and see.

Hi, it seems that Crewe's hand, which was busily moving on the bed, accidentally slapped his wrist.

Stare at what you're doing. But I can't get through to her while she's asleep. However, I wonder why, as soon as I touched his arm, that hand stopped perfectly.

He also stretches his hands together that he didn't touch, and when he holds his wrist with both hands, he smiles with joy that he has finally found his base.

And the prawns, she said.

"... Prince. Safe."

That's terrible, happy.

I peel my eyes off. Seeing Soaran, he also looked the same.

"Rest assured, my prince, that Ku... Ku will protect you"

"This, again"

Soaran laughed out loud, hahahaha. But he remembered that Crewe was sleeping, and he immediately put his mouth all the way to his hands. But you're probably enjoying the fact that you're about to blow out over there, the exposed eyes said this with a firm grin.

"I guess I didn't have to worry about it."

"Ah?

"Looks like your jewelry store has a cute knight."

Apparently, this adorable sleeper assistant (nebulous) has been promoted from a spy to a knight.

However, the condition of Soaran, who has so dovetailed, is not only in other human resources, but as a party, it makes me very angry.

Are you trying to tell me that I'm gonna protect you?

"No, I'm not."

But besides, he vomited a denial easily.

Get up off the floor. When I gently slapped Robe's ass and dusted him off, I gently offered him my right palm. Zero molasses and white light, just a little, illuminate the dark room.

He winked properly as he freely manipulated it in the void like a balloon. And...

"Such a cute little girl, man, there's no way you can stay unprotected."

And he, like when he showed up, still abruptly, disappeared.

(cont 'd)