The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

"I see."

After hearing Sputnik's explanation, Yuki nodded and showed him about twice.

What we talked about was that the Sputnik jewellery store had been given a theft notice by a wizard named Magic Girl, that the use of the Witch Society had thereby come, that the Magic Girl had raided but managed to repel it, etc. - As for who the magic girl is, I didn't say it. Convince yourself I should apologize "I forgot to tell you" if I was later pursued.

I wrapped my arms around Sputnik and said I was done, Yuki leaned her neck to the side.

"So what happened to that magic girl and the use of the association? Did you get a good simmer?

her as she ran her thumb sideways in front of her own neck.

…… I let him get away with it. "

"Yeah."

'Cause you didn't give birth to a spark as a bad one.'

She is a woman who utterly noisy things. To Yuki, who looked dissatisfied, answered briefly and sipped tea.

Even though I let him get away with it, I had to take a pain division to be exact, but if I answered that honestly, it was visible that he would be reprimanded for being "weak," and he would shut up because he would not even begin, if he were to prepare for the fold.

Chip, pretend you can't even hear the tongue-in-cheek released. Instead, say something else.

"You make it, you hate wizards"

"Oh, my God."

And Yuki flaunted her shoulder. This woman's wizard haters are muscular. Do you hate a bunch of wizards, the Witch Society, rather than a wizard?

I don't like Sputnik that much about wizards either, but I can't compare him to the disgust of this. He even seems to be planting something like a strange spy against the Witch Society. Perhaps because of that, tools for the anti-magic girl and so on were readily available. She seems to have a wizard's handkerchief - and some collaborators, so I guess she doesn't like that odd group itself rather than those who deal with magic and its powers.

Speaking of which, that perverted wizard had asked me to stop exploring myself. Ten or eighty-nine. This woman will cause it, but now how did she say it? I want to ask poorly and avoid strange suspicions coming this way. When I was conceiving, Yuki accidentally said.

"She..., how's it going?

It was a whispering voice.

There is no one in the reception room but ourselves, and no one else is listening, but our posture is slightly forward, with our faces over here.

She. I knew exactly who you were talking about.

"Same as ever. Create something good."

"Yes."

Laugh, answer. Yuki's reply was like a sigh.

Yuki knew about her - Crewe's physique. Sputnik told me nothing else.

Sputnik, who was once a traveling merchant and had no one else to rely on or trust, had no other hand than to enlist Yuki's help. I protected a strangely physique child but I don't know what to do, there's no way I know how to raise a girl in the first place - the day I hired Crewe, when I sent her a letter that ran and wrote, I remember driving me around the horse that night.

But. When this woman gives me this look, as for Sputnik, I'm going crazy. slightly loose eyes as if merciful, and cheeks. When we talk about that, this woman often looks like that. I don't know if that thing is cute and I can't help it, or if I can't think of that one as someone else who is the same parentless child as myself.

"Crewe, how are you?

I'm trying to answer that I'm fine.

But I changed the language because I thought back on the tragedy earlier. With blue and white cheeks, eyes seeping with tears, the appearance of gasping painfully is no longer "energetic itself".

Without concealing nature and the floating bitterness, Sputnik replied.

"You're not well round. I'm drunk and I'm lying down in bed."

"Drunk? You drink?

"No, it's not. I put him in the carriage a while back, and he got drunk."

"Carriage?"

Words with question marks are repeated. Nevertheless, if you don't know the background, naturally? I don't know what that means, and before I buy my anger badly, I decide to give you the answer.

"I'm bringing him in. I missed my arrival because of that."

I opened my eyes, and then I blinked one.

I looked very childish across my glasses, but it won't last long. Understanding the meaning of Sputnik's words, the joy eventually spreads first to the cheeks, to the eyes, and to the entire face.

When he met and squeezed his hand, Yuki raised her high voice.

"Oh, oh, oh, oh!

I can't wait to hear you say it. Really, oh, yeah, and 'Oba in the Neighborhood' I repeated the meshed words several times, and then Yuki pointed to his face and asked Sputnik.

"Crewe, do you remember me?

"You probably don't remember. You never even told me."

- and.

Where did the momentum last minute go, I dropped my head disappointingly.

"Yep. You don't remember me."

Whether Yuki is remembered because she still had difficulties with her health at that time and was even frightened by the presence of Sputnik. You should remember it by mistake even with one of the doctors I took care of at the time.

But Yuki is not convinced. He removed a large tea envelope from the file, pointing his lips and telling him to mourn.

"That's terrible, we're working together so much.... even this."

And I tried to slip it on my desk, and I offered him that envelope. Then one black rectangular box. As Sputnik drew them to hand, he took the envelope and opened his unglued head.

Peek inside. As I thought, there are a few documents inside.

- "Appraisal and Identification". On the head of the paperwork, that's what it said.

The Appraisal Letter is a 'guarantee that the jewels in question are authentic' document. One of the tasks of the Crew Lol Jewellery Chamber is to describe whether the jewellery in question is natural or artificial, whether it is a commonly similarly crafted item, and what processing has been carried out to date. If the assurance that it is a real gem is given by the Chamber of Commerce, it will not be fixed and will lead to a guarantee of the gem.

To issue an identification letter for the jewellery, it was necessary for the Chamber of Commerce's discerner to ascertain and prove what processing the stone in question had undergone to fit in its present form. - But.

In Sputnik's case, the problem was that some of the jewels he sold were 'never disputed but can't be said to be authentic'. It's nothing else, it's about Crewe's jewels.

Her spitting gems are created by some reason in her body, not 'real' produced correctly from the origin of the gemstone or by doing some processing correctly. But that's not true when you ask me if it's a contradiction made to resemble it, and the substances that make up the stone are exactly the same as natural ones.

But Sputnik still couldn't be relieved. Let's just say the discerners of the boulder jewelry chamber are limitless in their eyes. In making the identification, if there is even a minute (yibu) suspicious in the stone, the discriminator is rather surprised, and if you are mistakenly asked, "How did you process this stone, where did you get this stone" etc., the pattern of Crewe will be - not interesting.

It does not mean that you will never sell or should not sell without an identification card. But gems without identification books, and ornaments, surely the selling price drops. Sometimes he was reluctant to make money, but more than that, Sputnik couldn't forgive himself as a gemstone trader for being cheaply bought and beaten with good quality stones.

And so.

Sputnik's hand, who wanted an identification but didn't want to cross a dangerous bridge regarding Krew's secret, was this.

"That's the guy you asked for. The first is Ruby's, the next is Sapphire, Opal."

"Ah."

"So, this is the guy who 'made it'. This is Emerald, this is, uh, Blue Tourmaline. For once, I also made a certificate of origin, so don't forget to take it."

Yuki said, sliding over the desk a small box similar to the one he had earlier, and a similar envelope after all.

The guy you asked for and the guy who made it. Take out only the first piece of the contents of the envelope so called and arrange it. All have the same text, and the data of the jewels in question, such as the date of issue, the type of jewel and its contents, and the details of the treatment applied, were initially recorded. Finally, a sentence in "I certify the contents are not false," the seal of the Crewlor Jewellery Chamber of Commerce and the signature of Mr. Crewler, Chairman of the Chamber of Commerce.

When I opened the lid of the box I was given, Emerald and Blue Tourmaline lined up. Those were previously produced by Crewe. And that, the appraisal that will accompany it, is still not 'real'. It was forged by Yuki.

- The day I started and let Krew see me, Yuki muttered, "That's lovely," when she saw the gem she created. Maybe I was guessing something at that point.

That Crewe's 'physique' is known to the world and that he can be convicted of forgery of appraisals and appraisals. I didn't have to put it on the scale, I knew the direction to lean. That's why Sputnik later hung on to her about the forensic forgery, but Yuki didn't even give Sputnik a single push on the proposal, just smiling as a chamber official and saying, "I was awed," and within a few days he made me try to make fake documents that were (but) different in dimensions from the real one. Since then, among the jewels that Klu makes, among other things, of good quality, has caused him to create a false identification under Yuki.

So when she brought up the "suspected forgery" story with the cat on, it was only natural that her expression was strong.

Overlay Ruby's identification book with Emerald's "Documents Passed as Identification Books," and turn several times to compare the marks. The two impressions looked completely different.

"I think I'll make it."

"Yeah?"

"Here, how are you making this?"

(i) The management system of the Chamber of Commerce is not as sweet as it can be easily brought up and used by the staff of the Chamber of Commerce. If it is the seal of the Chamber of Commerce or something like that, it is exactly what it is.

And yet. Every time she takes it lightly, she makes it easy to carry out counterfeiting.

Hold and ask forged identification documents. and she made a butt mark with two fingers of the person and tilted her little neck against her own lips.

And smile like a flower,

"Girls have secrets."

And so on.

"Even though I'm old enough to be a woman's 'child'"

"Shall I sew that mouth on you, you fucking kid?

He puts the tip of the fountain pen between his eyebrows with a smile on his face, and no longer says "jokingly s".