"What is it..."
"You didn't tell me."
Sputnik opened his mouth. Now it was my word.
The Lord of this letter, now in his own grip, should not know 'about it' either. But - that woman who sees everything through. The word I told Sputnik when I left Finetika, "Be careful of the wizard". Even if I knew, it wasn't surprising.
"A woman named Francoise. - The other day in Finetica City."
"Oh, you know, that!
It was Klu who kept his mouth shut until then, blocking Sputnik from talking and holding his spoon-shaken hand wide up and claiming himself. Phinetica, when I heard the phrase Françoise, it seemed like I shouldn't keep my mouth shut either.
Watch Sputnik for a moment, as you get permission. When she could see that Sputnik did not try to stop herself in particular, she stood up from her chair with a ready to eat jelly and a spoon on the table so that she could jump on Iraja and speak out.
"Um, me, when I went to Finetica City during this time, I was walking in the city by myself, and the scared wizard almost kidnapped me!
"Eh."
You had no idea. Ilaja's, sad voice. Meanwhile, Soaran, knowing the circumstances, was silent and just had a strong expression.
Holding Krew's shoulder, Iraja makes a crying voice.
"So, were you okay, Mr. Crewe? What a terrible thing... you're hurt."
"I was fine. Just for a moment, I shrugged when I fell... you know, but when I was about to get caught, there was someone who broke in between me and that wizard and helped me. She was a moving, brown-eyed woman with a pink spider stuffed animal, and named herself" The Wizard. "And the person..."
The person.
So Crewe cut the words. She seemed more considerate (of her tits) of Ilaja than Soaran - she seemed wondering if she should say it in front of Ilaja. Although.
"So. The person. What were you saying?
Peridot collar with shitty light on cheeks that could be handled, still lingering. When he grabs Crewe's shoulder and turns to himself, he sticks out his face, sloppy. To that forceful attitude, Crewe screamed in a small voice as if frightened, but seemed to want to talk only about what needed to be told.
"Somebody's... fiancée, he said. His name is Françoise." Everybody calls me a fantion "... so, so..."
"So - I helped you...!
"Coo."
I'll call her nickname with the utmost serenity. Krew looked back at Sputnik as he was bounced, and he ran to Sputnik, leaning against the wall near the entrance, at a glance.
I guess naturally because I was forced by a man I don't know very well, but her shoulder, jumping on Sputnik, is trembling like a small animal. Sputnik looked at him on the bed as he inserted his finger into his chestnut hair so that he could forgive him.
"Don't threaten me."
"Ahhh... sorry"
To Soaran, who looked like a werewolf, Iraja offered him a glass in praise of "Dear Soaran, it's water". Take a bite, include it to the point of dampening your tongue, drink it, and see Sputnik again.
"The functionality, live...?
"Well, I can't be sure. I'm just saying that this is' someone to name a fantion 'I met. There's no guarantee that's really your, supposed dead fiancée. Someone once deceived the name of a dead wizard for some reason."
"'Cause she did - I did - get her body."
"What is a body that looks like someone you can never make?"
Soaran's feeble denial. However, the content corresponding to it was also confirmed in the letter, and I was afraid of how far the woman was looking forward to it.
The body, in response to the words of, the crew of the chest looked up at this one. He also said that the moist eyes would still tell any fearful stories, but those are already in the past. It's okay, and Sputnik combed his hair again.
"It's easy for everyone to have a body. But take a body similar to yours - for example, a dead traveler on the edge of a road there. Take one of those thieves, for example. Isn't it possible to pick them up, process their faces, sharpen their features, add them, and make them look like you? You have the magic to change who you are. She was a magic researcher, and knowing such magic is difficult to develop."
"My magical art of change."
Poop, Soaran said.
"I taught her. She's the one who taught" me "everything: how to exquisitely turn it into someone else, how to fly through the sky without tools, the magic of turning ropes into snakes, the magic of less burdensome transfers, how to activate magic without canes - and then" that ". There's no way she doesn't know that technology."
Soaran said, "Me" - I taught the magic girl all the skills she could have.
So, if there is. Sputnik leaned against the wall and read the rest of the letter. The unread note, which was the first one that was a lot, is that I have proceeded to read it, and the rest is less.
"… no, I will decide. Ms Françoise, I hear, was an excellent researcher. That was enough magic and knowledge to the extent that those wizards could not beat them there. I'd like to offer you one possibility."
As if in front of you, remembering the illusion of Yuki standing.
Sputnik uttered a sentence that came to the conclusion of a long letter, as just a reader who was not a party.
"Ms Françoise. The possibility that she ran away from the association, realizing that someone inside the church was after her life, fabricating her own death as if it were in the hands of the association headquarters. I present here the possibility of living somewhere in detail as an unregistered wizard, not as an official wizard registered with the Association, but as a magical girl."