The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Once upon a time, I don't feel like an enemy to this woman.

She seemed satisfied when Sputnik raised his hands and indicated his intention to surrender. Sputnik, who was released from the fountain pen, stroked the forehead of a broken and fallen room back and put it in his own bag with the sleaze and the documents, models and jewellery boxes at hand.

While doing so, one proposal came to mind. If they refuse, that's fine, so I'll suggest it.

"So, what? Are you free tonight?"

"Tonight? What do you have?"

Yuki did not say that she was available or not available for the inquiry. Depending on the content, something like that. It's not a question of rushing to answer, so I'll tell you why first.

"It's not like that. Because I could only get one room."

So Yuki's guess is not as bad as I have to say until what it is.

When she frowned, she looked at her face and whispered worryingly.

"Don't get caught up in the law?

"Unplug."

Put your hand on your chin and get rid of the joke about how many it was, whether it would be okay if you agreed, etc. I don't know if that's a joke or if it's serious. Bad teasing, but in any case, I seemed to need to deny it.

"I'm not going to do anything. That's why I'm asking if you're free at night. I'll give you a drink at the tavern."

"That's right... I'm off work tomorrow. Fine, we'll talk about recruiting."

"I'll tell you what, you can't bring Cou"

"I don't mind. There's no such thing as a night out for a girl."

Stabbing the nail because it wasn't funny to be complained about later, she shook her head lightly vertically. "Night play is such a bad beginning, you can't forgive Crewe," he said, closing his eyes tightly and waving his hands wide to indicate his "categorical opposition". Hi, this woman seems overprotective about that one - but if you look at it from scratch, maybe you look the same.

"Yes, a juicer is coming to the store today to sell ginger ale, but if you like, go buy it for Krewe. Because it was a sweet flavor with less spiciness, I'm sure you'll like it."

Souvenirs, huh? To Yuki's suggestion, Sputnik let him snort a few times smaller.

Even though Crewe was drunk on his own, he must be quite obstinate because he deliberately left me in the inn while bringing me this far.

By now, she'd be fooling around with a stuffed animal in her room, and a tasty beverage souvenir would be a good ingredient for a good mood. It's just...

"I wonder if there's a store, straw. He doesn't like carbonated drinks."

"I think I do, Crewe, but I hate carbonation. Then I can't help it."

"No, he doesn't hate carbonation itself. The carbonation would cause the water surface to bounce petitely. It's going to get in my nose, and it's hard to drink if it's straight from the glass."

"What's so cute?"

Leaning his pointy mouth at the dreaded glass, he speaks as he remembers Crewe turning his face away from the bouncing splash (shingle). And Yuki put her hands on her cheeks, her eyes rounded.

Sputnik shrugs in his heart to an employee who is not here, looking at Yuki with cold eyes who wants to repeat happily while twisting his body about being cute, what's so cute? - I didn't expect this woman to like you, Coo, you're a real happy man.

That's how he blossomed into his employee story for a while, and when he saw Yuki seem satisfied with the chat, Sputnik put the topic back to its main point. I ask, stroking my bag.

"- Well. Was there anything else?"

"I think it's okay. If you forget something, I'll take it with me at night. The usual inn?

"So. so in the usual place"

Copy that.

When you exchange liquor with Yuki in this city, you usually use the same tavern. Sometimes it is near the inn where Sputnik stays, but Yuki herself is cordial with the clerk there, for one reason. Then you don't have to worry about the leak even if you talk about bad things.

There were quite a few types of liquor and dishes, and it was good to have some accommodation because we had a long relationship.

Well, I guess it's time.

Say it. She got up off the couch. Sputnik also makes sure that the bag containing the paperwork is correctly locked before standing up.

As he walked around the side of the desk towards the door, Yuki grabbed the knob to open the door.

- But.

I wonder why. That hand, it's hard to move. I won't try to open the door for long, nor will I let the knob go again. Surprised, she looked up all the time, silently watching the door. Quickly look at the wall clock, then look back at him, and.

"Master Sputnik"

Numerous' cats' were already sticking up in her face, who called his name with honor. When I look up with my constricted, trembling eyes, I say things that don't seem right.

"... I'm sorry, I had plans after this. I'm afraid you'll excuse me here."

Dropping you off to the entrance or exit is the norm, but there's no reason why you want me to do that specially. Even if there was a reason at last, there was no way Sputnik could have said things about 'her'.

I don't know what the reason is, but when it comes to being busy, I wouldn't be forced to hold back. Anyway, I have a promise to meet you at work.

"Is it Master Left? No, don't worry about me. We apologize for the delay in arriving."

"No, I have no problems because I plan on having a business relationship. Please be careful and welcome home."

"Thank you. See you later."

"Yeah. -" Later. ""

Exchange your feelings as a brother and sister, not as a jeweler and administrator, just for the words.

Yuki takes his hands off the knob once and bows his head deeply as a farewell greeting. Sputnik thanked him accordingly.

Plus Yuki smiles happily and now opens the door correctly. He pointed the hallway with his hand as he tried to hide in the pulled door. Get out, I guess. When Sputnik makes the meeting, he does not hesitate to knock over the door to the hallway. At that time...

Yuki has a very, very small voice,

"Not yet, the stuffing is sweet"

And I said.

It's not 'transformed' her that. It was a story that made him look like a fool.

"Ah?"

uncomfortable, voices more questionable than I wonder what that means. Did I fail something?

Think, none of you can derive the answer, and look back to ask the sincerity - but in front of it, the door closed quietly. Then, Kathari, and a little metal noise, just a little knob turns. In the reception room, Yuki must have taken her hand off the knob.

More and more, it's weird. There is only one entrance to and exit from the reception room, wasn't she the one who said she had plans later in the first place? I don't care if you're playing with your room by the deadline.

It won't take that long until Sputnik, who was surprised, realizes the answer.

Immediately after.

Someone's shadow covered his place to stand.

"Sputnik the Rear Fiat, huh"

And a trembling voice at the bottom of his belly called his name.

At that moment, the tension I remember stuffs my breath.

I understood and thought of everything at the same time.

- You mean that, that Ama!

It is the fruit of self-training that I did not curse in my voice. Just irrepressible remorse, gibberish, and back teeth chirp.

Sputnik squeezes the knob in the reception room so that it snaps open the door roughly. but inside, even the lights were out. Not a single teacup was placed, not a Chamber of Commerce official (Yuki) who should have been there again. Gazing into the dark room, I saw a glimmer of light on the back floor. But it also disappears, as if to hide from him.

Probably there, with a secret entrance and exit. The light you see must be meant to illuminate the interior of the concealed passage. I don't know if the hidden passage was originally there, or if Yuki built it.

Again, bite your teeth. If I could just say one word that it's not good right now because that person is there, wait a minute. - No.

You wouldn't say, Sputnik thought. It is much more likely to sacrifice one person than to take the two of us and run away, with a far greater chance of escaping oneself. And that woman doesn't hate to offer her 'brother' for that. That's the kind of woman she is.

"What's up? Is there something in that room?"

"... no"

Even if I knew I was, I would grudgingly stare at that room, and I would hear a low voice on Sputnik's back, as if to eliminate the escape route. Hi. When I'm with that woman, I can't do everything right, remembering how hard it is to do things like I'm back to who I once was.

Sputnik, mindful, turned to the man.

The man with black hair mixed with white things. The moustache stored to cover his mouth is similarly mixed with gray hair. Large bodies and eyes, both vertically and horizontally, sharpen the will of what they face just to be there. He says that Sputnik used to be a handyman's jeweler so long ago that he didn't even know it.

It's all that woman's fault. In the back of his brain, thinking of that raccoon's face, who laughed with her tongue all the time, Sputnik nevertheless made him return a polite greeting to the Lord of his shadows.

"... We're out of time. Chairman of the Crew Lol Chamber of Commerce"