The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

A pair of men and women stood in the kicked room as expected, and Sputnik, uh, snorted.

Sputnik kicked through the door was just a glance, he didn't want to intimidate people in the room, and he also knew it wasn't a pathetic reason for a man in the room to hold a woman's shoulder.

Still, for one reason, of course.

It is mere harassment.

"Hi-ha-ha."

It seems that Krew, who was translated and brought here, viewed the sights in the room as color-loving shabby, in conjunction with Sputnik's words. I thought at least I was taking care of it or covering my own eyes with both hands - and I'm looking closely at the two people I hug from between my fingers. Sputnik kept his mouth shut because he cautioned that the tooth turtle would not be nice.

"Ah, Ku, Mr. Crewe, the shopkeeper......?

Ilaja, who looked bright blue, called this one with a distracted voice. But soon he seemed to remember where he was,

"Oh, wow, you know, Mr. Crewe! This is, uh, different."

"Hia."

Now dye your face bright red to your ears. At all, he is a wizard who changes his complexion and temperament. Her panicked voice overlapped with some prolonged cry of Crewe.

"... what, you guys"

By contrast, however, the boss, Soaran, was calm and even had a frightened look. The tension seemed to have subsided as soon as I realized it was familiar to me that I had come to the room. Get your hands off Ilaja's shoulder, which I was holding.

"Don't surprise me. This is a sick man."

And Soaran, who returns it, is not so much a hunch - but he also has no slight tension in his voice. Ilaja, who had been let go, looked remotely spared only for a moment, but realized that his complexion was not yet very good, or this time she supported him.

"The sick must have fallen on their own. I'm not going to give it to you, because I'm not going to give it to you, or what, I'm leaving."

"I respectfully decline. I'd rather be in the futon now than in court... I'll sleep a little more. Ilaja, you can come to the two of us."

"I'm not going to sleep."

Trying to block his words sitting on the bed, Sputnik said. After I told you...

Made me sincerely uncomfortable.

"Why do I have to tell a man? You really are dead. Die fast. Apologize to all life for being born in this world and sleep fast and permanently."

"... why am I being cursed?

Ignore Soaran's query to laugh weakly. I wouldn't have thought there'd be a reply from the other side.

So keep talking. The reason we are here is because there is something entrusted - and that entrusted is for him, without deception.

"But I need to talk to you a little before I die. Because if I don't let you hear this, you're gonna kill me."

Nothing else, to that sexually vicious' sister '.

"What do you mean," frowned Soaran, looking suspicious.

Sputnik laughed pointlessly and carelessly, letting him put up an envelope he grabbed on his right hand.

"Thank you very much from our manager, Buck."

While Sputnik was untying the envelope he had brought, he handed out to the two of them the jelly that Crewe had brought "My sympathy" in the corner of his sight.

"Um, uh, hiraki, it's delicious. I'm sure you'll feel better, too."

"Thanks"

Soaran, who narrowed his eyes and thanked him, was still clearly weak. How he took that look, Crewe tilted his neck once and got more hands in the bag of jelly. And

"Um, I'll give you another one"

"Thanks"

"Um, another one"

"Thanks"

"Another one."

"I'm not going to eat up that much."

Soaran smiled bitterly, thanking him again, "One's fine, thank you," leaving only one on hand and putting the extra jelly back inside Krew's paper bag. But Krew is still tilting his neck in some sort of distraction.

If I thought what the hell would interest the man so much - Krew kept that troubled look on his face and now turned to Ilaja.

"Mr. Ilaja, you know"

"Yes?"

Tell Iraja about this, keeping her eyebrow butt down.

"Sorry, it may not be very similar"

"Huh?"

But Iraja couldn't seem to understand what that meant either. Blink and look back into Crewe's eyes. And Iraja wasn't the only one who floated a question mark on it.

"Coo. What are you talking about?"

Sputnik asked, his neck twitched and his big eyes reflected Sputnik.

"Didn't you get Ma a while ago at the coffee shop Fine?"

Ma. That bear stuffed animal that the twins at the coffee shop Fine made.

"Is that it?

"I thought someone who was drinking with Mr. Sputnik at the time looked a little like Mr. Soaran."

- You remember something extra, and Sputnik pounded his tongue in his heart.

I didn't think I remembered this man's face because she wasn't that good at remembering people's faces. Though I may have been trying to remember their faces well because it was an event during Sputnik's 'fiancée' noise. Well, what a delusion to say.

But without Sputnik having to think of anything, Crewe had come to a conclusion first.

"But I met Mr. Soaran today, and Mr. Soaran, I don't know... more than that guy, your face, like this"

After I got a little lost, I clamped my hands next to my face.

"'Soft'."

Are you trying to tell me you're dealing with it? But Crewe himself can't seem to think of the right words, and he rammed on for a while and then said, "I knew it was nothing". Apparently, that man and this man in her meant someone else.

After unsealing the envelope, Sputnik took out the contents and threw the thicker one onto the bed. Watching Soaran take it away, Sputnik took this out of the envelope again, the smaller one, the letter.

The thick stuff that was being delivered to the envelope was part of a brief background of the fancy - described in the paperwork under her real name, "Françoise" - and her supposedly magical research paper. "It's part of what was kept in the Witch Society's lab," filled in Yuki's strangely neat letters. I wonder where the hell you got that stuff from, but it's about that woman, it wasn't weird where she had weird hands.

According to that, a fantion is the daughter of a fairly stately wizard named Angelica, who, from a young age, has been interested in magical research. A magic research paper written as hard was just a normal human being. I couldn't understand Sputnik, but it seemed like something quite meaningful.

I have magical talent and impeccable family. Sputnik thought it might be why White Feather's arrow stood as the fiancée of this man, who is supposedly promising for the future - but soon realized it was a misunderstanding.

Conversely, because the woman had a magical talent, a white feather arrow stood on Soaran, who was a man but quite magical. First of all, there is the idea of a woman, a man of honor and inferiority.

"I wonder if you'll read it. I'm listening."

Soaran said, stroking the letter of the paperwork as if to be merciful. What was described was a handwriting like a boy or girl stretching out a little and imitating beautiful adult letters. Sputnik guessed that it must be a letter written by the fantion.

Take out the letter. This was an adult, certainly neat letter. The first one on my head was one of "Tell Me," and the second one - sends two unwanted heads at the end and reads Yuki's text spelled out from the third.

"Angelica is my daughter, Françoise. Dead young, poor wizard."

The outpouring was more like the beginning of a sad story than a letter, and it even seemed strange not to start with 'somewhere upside down -'.

"The Witches Association material left 'involved in mediating a protest between wizards, which cost them their lives,' he said. I have yet to ask why Master Sputnik said to me, 'Find out about her,' but if I did look into it as far as Cheng was concerned, I could see that there were some strange things about her death."

- What?

Soaran looking up all the time.

Ilaja is stretching her spine and turning to her still.

"Please forgive me for the longer explanation. Master Sputnik will have seen the organisational chart of our association, but inside the Krulol Jewellery Chamber there are five divisional blocks in large part, plus eight departments within them. Mechanisms for organizing personnel in that way by department and empowering them with responsibilities, roles and authority are frequently found in organizations that are somewhat larger. It's called" division of labor. "

Is it too hard for her to talk, or Crewe is about to just sleep.

"That is no exception in the organization of an organization called Wizard-Witch Association, where the division of tasks seems to be taking place. For example, this woman named Françoise worked at the Witches Association in the field of magic."

Speaking of which, one day, yes, that was one time in Finetica. 'I used to study a lot about the relationship between magic and gems,' this man said referring to his own ex-fiancé.

"Also, from a recent incident, I hear there are some specialists to capture that mysterious wizard, the Magic Girl Nagi Tan. From this, we can see that there are, at least, people in the Witch Society who do magical research in the main and those who do wizard relations in the main."

The last word is not a sentence, but a pure question of Sputnik. It was Ilaja who nodded deeply and replied.

"Yes. I'm that, a man who specializes in rough affairs. I am particularly engaged in the capture of Magic Girl Nagitan."

Tighten your chest and talk about what your department usually does. I remember once when she started and came to his jewelry store saying, "I myself am in charge of Magic Girl Catching". Research, Secretarial, and Soaran are management - and possibly interim - assistants to the leadership of the city's Witch Society called Cokedier. I don't know as many wizards as I do, but still, at the moment, it turns out that's all the division of labor is going on.

Soaran said to back it up, "For once, her job title is that way, not clerical. I'd like to move to affairs early......" whispered Ilaja, seemingly not listening. However, what I want to know at this point is not what Iraja does, nor how Iraja is a pompous one, nor is it the content of the Witch Society's recruitment exam. The subject of the story is…

"but what it is"

Surprisingly, Soaran said.

Sputnik goes on to read the rest of the strangely neat letters. As always, it was a sentence that seemed to see through everything.

"Now, thinking about it, I see a strange point. You must be there, right? He's from the Southwest Continent, you said Soaran. I need to ask you something."

Me?

Suddenly nominated, Soaran peeled her eyes enough to make her wonder if her eyeballs would pop up in a sentence that predicted she would be there again.

and at the same time Sputnik was thinking about the meaning of Yuki's deliberate use of that man, not in the mail, to make him deliver this letter. In other words, Yuki definitely needed to deliver this to Liafiat City - his' brother 'in Liafiat City - before Soaran could return. I didn't have time to spend a long time using something I didn't know when it would arrive, such as mail. They needed something like their own followers that would ensure that their aspirations were fulfilled in place of anything else.

And the aspiration, indeed, was fulfilled.

Soaran pointing to his own nose tip. Its eyes do look at this one, but the inquiry is not addressed to Sputnik. I read the rest of the letter without answering because I knew.

"You from" The Broom "raised by the Witch Society. That you were engaged to Francoise the Wizard."

"What..."

Moment after moment, I heard a small voice.

That was Crewe's voice. This is the first time Crewe has learned at this moment that the 'fiancé' she described as a fantion is not about her own employer, but Ilaja's boss - her thinker.

It's not like I don't know what the intentions were for that surprise. But still, Sputnik ignored it. I pretended not to notice about Crewe, who sees Iraja with a sad expression, and continued with the text.

"Didn't you think something was wrong with her death?

"I..."

Do you have something to think about?

Soaran held his head with his right hand, stiff, and closed one eye, as if what he had read was even some kind of magic. I didn't groan, but I don't want to go back to my face because it hurts.

Ilaja, who looks worried, puts his hand on his shoulder. but Soaran put his hand away from his own shoulder by gently pressing it. - I refused.

"Keep going," but it is even if they fall again. Drop your gaze on what's going on, but it's just a letter. There's no such thing as' Soaran falls ill here '. hesitating, Soaran said another word. "Fine."

If so, Sputnik has no step-in-law to pull or reason. I moved my gaze to the next line - and told it to myself, my sister's, to be precise, in that word.

The air in the room changed, I see.

"Dear Soaran, Didn't you think it was strange when you heard the story? - How did the task of 'mediating a wizard's protest' and so on come down on her, who is a 'researcher'?