The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

About the wizard, about the status quo. There is no answer to any of them, and they roar as they turn the paperwork.

Together with the evening, Yuki laughed as troubled and said, "Not at all."

"I can't help but worry about it here too much. Why don't you go to the library? You might change your mood if you change places. I've been in a few good books lately."

"... so is that"

Answering, she laughed happily and stood up. I was surprised to see what you were so happy about, but I immediately think of it. Speaking of which, this woman has always liked to read.

I asked Yuki to leave the room and walk down the hall. The dossier room was in the same line, not so far away. Two rooms next door, across the hall and across the street. As for the size, did you hit out three reception rooms side by side? There's a library in the basement, and the old ones are stored there.

"New book, have you read it yet?

"Just a little. The world of ornaments is also remarkable in terms of technological advances. If you don't study a bit, you won't be insulted because of the spread of technology you don't know right away"

"What have you been curious about lately?

"I wonder if it's a plating technique. Speaking of which, the neighborhood workshop purchased new equipment."

"Hehe."

When he reached the "information room" and the lowered door of the bill, Yuki took the key out of his pocket. Plug in, twist. When I opened the door, the unique even smell of the book poked my nose.

"You've always liked books. And the jewels."

I say the lights one by one, to Yuki's back as he lights them from his hand. but when she looked back at the words, she tilted her neck wonderfully.

"Back then, I think I used to run around outside. I mean, I was such a jewel lover?

"You, the last time I saw you, you would have given it to me." The First Time ""

"... Was it"

Do you really not remember or are you shimmering?

A while back, I lent a book to Crewe who said he wanted to study gems. That was what Sputnik gave her when she was young. What she gave me to Sputnik on a whim when she lost her real parents and decided to go to a distant house for adoption in search of closeness.

I ended up at this age, without being abandoned.

"I remember giving you something because you were so loud crying."

"I'm not crying."

It is a total memory error.

"That made me a jeweler."

"So it's my fault you're here now? You can express your gratitude. Mostly with money (Zezeko)."

"Unplug."

I look back over my shoulder and say a word to Yuki, who makes a ring with his fingers and thumbs with an unpleasant grin, and throw up.

A pile of books. She's right, all we have here were badly treasured materials for humans who produce work on gems, but now Sputnik wasn't willing to read any of them. Because I just looked at what good books when I was distracted by all the unanswered things, and I knew I didn't have much to gain.

Pull the chair, sit back and think. About the old days, about the book she gave me.

Sputnik asked as he elbowed and supported his jaw.

"Well, should I give it back?"

"I don't need it now. I don't even read it where it was. If you don't need it, throw it away."

"No. I'm just using it"

"Use it? To what. Pot laying?"

"You can't be.... because Ku wants to study gems, I'm lending them to you."

Thank you. I hear the answer was unexpected. Yuki's hand suddenly stopped touching the back cover. The look back is clearly a surprise, and I grin bitterly.

"He liked it when I showed him something, and he asked me to lend him the next roll."

"... well. More than anything else if it helps."

She said as she dropped her gaze on the book she had taken out of the bookshelf.

The look also seemed like he was trying to hide something, but Sputnik didn't know what that meant. Trying to see the full meaning of her actions is still, heavily loaded on me.

"I thought you gave me that, in the dark, to show me the house you were going to get."

"No. Coincidence."

Yuki, who was reunited, lived as the daughter of the jeweler chairman. That's why she thought exactly that was the silent message that she was there, that she would have entrusted herself with a book of jewels when she left.

But she waved lightly and clearly.

I have no idea how far that word really goes, Sputnik. But still,

"But I felt like I'd see you again if I came here."

"It looks like Shiraji"

Yuki sighed badly about what she didn't care about when she said she had spoken the truth uncommonly.

Holding the book, I shake my clothes all the time, totally shuddered.

"I'm telling you now, even here, I was amazed when I was introduced to you as a member of the new administration. Yet you have always said," I am Sputnik, the owner of the Sputnik Jewellery Store, affiliated with the Crew Lol Jewellery Chamber. Please say hello. "

I don't get the chance to hear my own name from someone else's mouth or anything. Sputnik remembers her words as a little uncomfortable.

……

Unexpectedly, something.

I wonder what it is.

Behind my belly, something caught small.

But Yuki keeps talking as if he doesn't notice Sputnik's change or decides to ignore it.

"You didn't even notice when we met. To me."

"... that's all you hide in nature and wonder if it's an empty resemblance to someone else if you even have a different name. I haven't seen him in a long time - no, more than that. Wait a minute."

"What. What's wrong?

It was a shame while I answered Yuki's query. I felt like if I spoke in vain, the whole thing would be lightly misty.

She kept her mouth shut, even as she complained that it was you who had been waving the story back then. In the quieter dossier room, Sputnik takes her 'investigation' out of her bag and turns.

- There it is.

…………

This man, he does say.

And.

"Hey, Yuki."

"What?"

"You, what do you believe in, do you have?"

You didn't think the story was connected, she blinked wonderfully.

"What, suddenly. Talk about Master Cisso? I believe it tastes good when I use it as a spice."

"It's not Zisu they believe in.... not talking about wizards. I'm exaggerating when I say faith, but I was wondering if you'd take on a gen or something."

"Then there will be anyone. If the broken eggs were twins, I'd say, 'You're twisted today,' and if the cup broke without touching it before, I'd feel bad -"

And there.

She cut the words.

temporarily thought. Then narrow your eyes and lift your lips. Apparently, she also figured out what Sputnik was trying to say. A way of laughing like licking the spine of a beholder.

"I want to hear one thing"

"Nah."

"What are the odds of having a copycat?"

Place your right hand finger on your lips.

corner of the ceiling, looking up to the dark side, um, roaring briefly,

"Because I'm a special character."

and a forethought that would not be in her mind at all, then she answered Sputnik's question.

"One percent, I guess."

I mean, to that extent, even if you look at the margins.

"Bye."

"You said you wanted to hear one thing."

It seems Sputnik's guess is not wrong, though, which is that grin. but.

Sputnik put his arms together and frowned.

"Either way, there's no proof."

"If you don't, you can make it"

"Make... make, nah"

"Oh, no. Not if the maker doesn't like to make it."

To his reluctant presence, Yuki gently slapped Sputnik on the head with the book he had as he rang his heels and walked. What's in that book?

"Production of engagement rings, right? I'm not worried about the machining technique because I'm talking about you anyway. If so, didn't you have a problem with obtaining stones and platinum? Especially since platinum is a rare metal, but it's not a substitute for overnight."

They poke at the stars, pointing their lips without words to return them.

When I saw it, Yuki laughed briefly.

"If not, I'll make it. Of course, right?"

"... is that all there is"

The emotions that had sprung up were different from those of determination, giving up, all alike.

"Brain labor, will you ask me? I can't do this with my head."

"What about 'Please Sister'?

"........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... Sister."

Speak the words of the request with the thought of spitting blood. I hate to bow my head, probably because of my memories with this woman in her childhood, etc.

My brother's, bitter, bitter look. Besides, she nodded satisfactorily, then tilted her neck.

"Awesome. Can you do anything else?

Stupid question, I thought.

Looking up at Yuki in a fun way, Sputnik made her laugh. On that face - this woman often floats, making it look like that bottomless grin.

"Leave it to me."

Even if my head stares in drowsiness, my hands, my fingers remember.