- Llang.
The voice of a partner calling his name is still in the back of his ear.
*
There are no busy trials in this room.
You can't just not visit if you know that, for one thing, because of the title you carry. With the title of Deputy Branch Manager of the Witches Association Cokedier Branch, he sighed inside, in front of the Lord of the Room.
"Soaran. Are you listening to that story?
Branch manager's office, called for final confirmation of documents and visited in a depressing mood. I wanted to get it done as briefly as possible and I finished without needing enough explanations to sum it up in advance, but she still didn't allow him to leave as he was.
Stopped by that word, he reluctantly releases the knob he gripped. When I put it down for a few beats and then looked back slowly, I crossed my gaze with her sitting by the window.
"I don't know what you mean."
"A few wizards tried to kidnap the general public."
I didn't ask, there was no way.
It's the other day. There was an incident in Finetica, a city east of here, where three wizards abducted a 'no magic' girl and tried to do harm. What she's asking is probably that.
The fact that the killers stated during the hearing that "the girl they tried to capture was a child suspected of 'ore disease' and needed to be secured and verified" made the association noisy in Russia.
Ore disease has long been transmitted among wizards as the magic of 'letting people and creatures throw up gems' illusions. A gem is an essential tool for a wizard, and if there are people who can produce it inexhaustibly, it's... The Association headquarters say they're repeating 'experiments' even in this modern day for the development of ore disease, and if they find a girl with it, it's undoubtedly the wizard's biggest news.
... but there's nothing to say about opening the lid. The girl in question had already been tested for 'Ore Disease' and the report concluded to be negative had certainly been delivered to the Association's headquarters. Furthermore, Soaran stopped glancing at the paperwork any further when he read that he vomited a terribly self-centered motive that, as a result of pursuing the killer, the Lord of that report had caused him to do something because he didn't care.
In the first place, there was no way that Soaran didn't know the details of it without reading such a book or anything. Anyway, I was the author of the report, and I was in the town at the time of the incident. - But the former, anyway, the latter is something you shouldn't say even if your mouth is torn. So instead,
"It's a matter of passion."
And I just answered.
Head of the Coakdier branch of the Witches Association. She called her name Javot.
She comes out of a famous wizard's family, impeccable in lineage and magic talent. Her mother is now also in the position of head of the association, and in the future she herself will be in the headquarters of the association. With that in mind, keeping 'friendly' with this is sure to be good for the future. I knew that, but thanks, Soaran couldn't get a favorable view of this woman.
"What do you think about that?
That's the question I expected.
Over and over again, answer the script you wrote up with a soothing mind.
"Are you talking about 'Ore Disease'? My fiancée was doing research, but I still wonder if there's a big frown spit. The case of Liafiat's daughter, who applied for an examination the other day, was also a mere wow and a delusion of the witness - should I say the killer of the kidnapping,"
"Not that way"
But she blocked the unspoiled answer.
I see her feet in my laying sight, and I raise my face. When she was finally walking over, she had a seductive grin on that neat face.
"To those who said they would not trust you. Anything you think?
Right there.
That too, there was a 'script' in him. Again, lay your eyes down.
"... it's something to worry about. Sex discrimination should have been abolished."
"But as things stand, there are certainly no men on the Association's headquarters board. - Soaran."
A thin finger touched his chest.
"If I had my name, I wouldn't have made you stand up any more."
"Play."
"In play, etc."
How many times have we had this exchange?
Shake it off and push it back. If it's hard, the words alone gently reject it. She looked at Soaran's chest like that with cool eyes.
"I wonder when. You take this button off."
different colors than normal. It stands for being submissive to mourning in the wizard's manner. Soaran had not unbuttoned that button at once since the day she found out that she was her fiancée.
But some people think that attitude is negligible.
"We've decided it's time for her to see it again."
"Don't you think it's foolish to live tied to her ghost forever?
"I have work to do. Excuse me."
There was nothing more to talk to her about. Step back and away from her hand, turn right and grip the knob.
"Soaran"
The called name, no longer, pretended not to be heard. Open the door to the minimum necessary, exit the hallway to slip your body out of the gap, and close immediately. She never came out of the room after me.
Bite down a sigh that's about to leak with your back teeth. It's an association hallway where I don't know where anyone's eyes are, fast to get distracted. Turning left, I saw someone rushing to hide behind the hallway. I don't know who it is, but I guess I'll be spreading rumors again about one deputy branch manager coming out of the branch manager's office, not even taking a confession. - It's not funny.
Drop only your gaze on the floor and put your thoughts under a distant sky. A small jewelry store in the east city.
Is the employee's girlfriend laughing well, even today?