The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

- That's why I didn't execute my plan to run away from home.

But one day, at another time, I would like to go to the town where Mr. Ilaja lives.

At that time, I'd be happy to show you around town.

"Absolutely."

A letter from a friend, working at a jewelry store in the east town. Ilaja groaned, even though she knew it would never arrive where she had said it in this city of Cokedier, far from it.

The sender of the letter was a friend who, in relation to his work a while ago, was made when he visited the eastern town of Riafiat on the continent. I've been in correspondence with her ever since. It was only once at work that I had met him, and although he was not an easy distance to go to see him, the common denominator that there were people who could hardly convey their thoughts about what they had minded at that time was strongly connecting the two of them.

The cute chick's note that she's a favorite lately wasn't over in one piece. Ilaja continues reading by turning the first sheet of the letter behind her as she walks down the hallway without people.

You also preached, but at the end of the day, Mr. Sputnik said to me, "Don't worry yourself. Tell me properly". "You knew it would be an extra hassle to imitate," he said, just a moment, but I'm glad to find out that Mr. Sputnik cares about me properly.

Damn, I didn't run away from home, but I'm glad I figured that out, but I was brave enough to try to run away from home.

A friend's letters are only slightly more polite when spelling out the name of a thinker. The other letters were round and adorable by the way, but that, a little stretch of back that would be unconscious, spoke eloquently about how she probably cared about him.

And every time I look at that letter, I think. - My own letter, well. What do you think?

Send the second one back.

But to my surprise, the text that followed there was as if I had read her mind.

Speaking of which, during this time, I saw someone similar to Mr. Soaran in Liafiat City.

"Ouch!?

I accidentally looked at the person's name in writing and raised a strange voice. A smart, kind, but very serious name for a job, boss. It's also nice to see some shade in a gentle smile.

Reduce the speed of walking and stare at the note as it eats in. The sentence continued, "I'm sure it's because I remember Mr. Soaran's face (sorry), but I say there are three similar people in the world, and maybe one of them was the one I saw," he said.

Don't surprise me, Ilaja sighs. Liafiat is a distant town, and because it does not extend to magical powers, it is a place where even a wizard needs to spend a few days in a carriage. I see you busy coming and going here every day between the conference room and the deputy branch manager's office, so how can I get to that place...... correction. It would be rude to say 'such a place' to the town where my friend lives.

Anyway, he seems busy working every day at this Witch Association Caulkdier branch. Ilaja knows that better than anyone. 'Cause you're always after me with your eyes.

- And I couldn't avoid the shadow that appeared inadvertently because I was walking around thinking about it.

"Wow."

"Hiccup."

Hit people at the corner of the hallway, letters scattered. Excuse me. I was holding my head down and gathering the envelope and the note, and the person picked one up for me.

"Are you okay?"

"Sorry for my carelessness - yah!?

At the same time as I raised my face, I saw the person at close range. Strike your hand and ass hard because you tried to pull yourself off forcefully in an impossible position.

The person looked at her like she was frightened.

"Ilaja. I'm missing something to say, bye, there won't be, bye, ha"

"Shh, sorry, just thinking about you. Whatever. No!

Chewed.

The shadow that appeared in front of her was Soaran the person, her boss and thinker. With his fingertips trembling at tension, he manages to receive a note.

"Letter?"

"Yes. Um, from Mr. Crewe. Reading it arrived."

"I'm not impressed with reading things while walking."

"Shh, excuse me"

In a hurry again, apologize. but he immediately caught it. Looking back,

"I don't know. When I was a student, I did the same thing. My teacher used to piss me off."

"Really?"

"How cute of you to walk and read. I used to be a bad kid, so was I."

And, speaking with a shoulder up, I got a little bit of a prank out and asked him this.

"Is it different now?

"Ah. What do you think?"

But he laughs a lot and returns it, and that mean look is also very neat, which is why Ilaja loses words.

To Iraja, who was going out of line, he replied with a laugh, "I'm kidding".

"Well, I should probably get to work. I have some work to do before the meeting"

I lifted them in my hand to the height of Ilaja's eyes and moved them flashly to show them.

A few documents and one more envelope. The latter is the same size as what Ilaja got from Klu, but his is white and I don't even see the caller's name. Maybe it's painted on the front side, but I couldn't get a peek at you.

Then Soaran sighed small. Why do yellow-green eyes look a little cloudy?

- I knew that Soaran was rumored in part to be 'in an unexpected relationship' with Javot, a woman who is the head of Cokedier's branch. Iraja interpreted the rumor as if they were not 'close' to each other.

And across the hallway where he walked, there's the branch manager's office.

That means, I'm sure, again.

I frowned. Iraja, among the associations and at the lower end of the spectrum, cannot have anything to say to the branch manager, nor can he do anything about it. It's so, so, so, so, so, so...

I thought, at that moment I lay my eyes down, of a note in my hand accidentally, a line entered my eyes.

I'm glad you had the courage.

Just one line. But.

Shouldn't now be the time to try and apprentice younger friends?

"Oh, that."

"Hmm?"

His eyes, slightly higher than his own gaze, reflected Iraja.

Breathe briefly and quickly before the courage that sprang up on you melts and flows away. And

"Please don't lose. I've been rooting for Soaran!

Chewed.

And, having been pressured or he rounded his eyes - is it just over-consciousness that the curvature of those eyes appears thinner than it was earlier?

Eventually, Soaran laughed at me. Raise your voice out of your heels and look like you're having fun from the bottom of your heart.

"Yeah. I'll do my best, thanks"

"Duh, duh, duh, duh"

I was thankful, and suddenly, I was embarrassed. When the attractive smile appeared even more attractive and he quickly shook his head twice to turn it into a greeting, he turned his back on him and ran out the original hallway.

"Running is dangerous! I can't even stop to his voice because of his exalted emotions.

Running, Ilaja thought to write a letter. That I was able to be courageous because of the letters I got, that he laughed at me just for himself, and then...

- The moment I bent over the corner of the hallway, I stepped on the hem of my robe and fell grandly, but still so happy.

Iraja couldn't contain the emotions that were coming in, she followed, garliced, and laughed.

"... I wonder if you're okay"

Soaran shrugged and scratched his cheeks as he dropped off his men (Ilaja) who seemed somewhat in a good mood.

That kid has a good personality and skill, and he's a good hard worker, but there's a verse about how he feels empty. That's in front of his face on the table, and also in front of "The Face Behind," and I'm worried I might still be ahead of him running - but it was also true that I didn't have time to put it on.

The two lords are different, of course different in content, just very similar as instructions.

There was no sender on the letter, and that's why I knew immediately whose it belonged.

Find out about your fiancée.

The arrogance of the sender looks clear, just one word.

Why would you do that? I'd like to ask why first, but would it be easy to open your mouth when you think cursing at this one is a greeting?

But this one can do anything. - The problem is.

Again, drop your gaze on the paperwork you just viewed with the hole drilled.

A sigh I didn't even want to follow leaked naturally.

Lord Soaran, Deputy Branch Manager, Coakdier Branch, Witch Association

Orders a top-secret investigation of the following persons:

Sputnik, owner of the Sputnik jewellery store in Liafiat

- Is there anyone who can tell us the current situation in a way that is easy to understand?

He warped his eyes in different colors than the magic girl, wondering if this was still the case.

Shit.