"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."
Then I can see why she named the wizard "Something Like", who named Krew's meeting functionality. He said that he is not an official wizard, even though he has magic powers but does not belong to the Witches Association.
With that in mind, Sputnik read a text that followed lightly.
"By the way. Don't doubt her death, if there was really magic that was being done, it must have already been solved. Our fool brother was sucked along with your magic powers the day he used 'that' and the magic would have lost its potency. So this time you were more interested in investigating Ms Françoise than at the instigation of my stupid brother... Ah, I knew he was your" identity "."
"That". Yuki asked me to make that processed gem as a countermeasure to the 'magic girl'. But that means I know it was used by Soaran - I mean, that's what it is.
"But how could she do such magic to me..."
To Soaran's whining, it's a stupid question, Sputnik thought. It doesn't say anything in the text of the letter, but if Yuki asks such a boring thing, she'll also say, 'Is your head even stuffed with cotton candy?' I don't even know if Tekken would even fly in.
Sputnik said.
"To protect you."
"Me?
"After the death of the fantion, the fantion's fiancée makes a loud noise, 'Wasn't she murdered? By doing so, the fantasy hated that someone's hand could reach out to you for the life of a fantasy inside the association. I don't suppose the fantasy failed to abandon the possibility that enemies inside the association would take tough measures to' rule out all humans suspected of" unlucky accidental deaths "of the fantasy - so..."
Or. Sputnik, while answering, was thinking of another possibility that wasn't. Which one of you is a woman named Funshon? Though I thought, I kept my mouth shut. To Sputnik, who doesn't know someone named her, because it was a possibility that even saying it would be an insult.
Soaran shut up. In that gap, Sputnik said Yuki's words.
"But if that's the case, there's someone in the Witches Association who fell for Ms Françoise. There's something about killing her that had to be eliminated from the Witch Society, and that she now lives somewhere in this world while the Witch Society has' something 'that had to be killed but buried. Of course these are my imaginations. There is nothing behind the death of Ms Françoise, and pitifully, just by accident, she may have died. But if my imagination is even a shard hit..."
The last two notes, one of them turned, one left. The note bears a very short sentence. Look at that. Sputnik, cut the words.
Frowning.
"Sputnik?"
"No. The letters..."
Soaran calling his name in haste. But that's not a lot, and I didn't think about him. Sputnik's unfamiliar language continues, and it simply cannot be read.
Speaking of which, I had Sputnik's arm pulled. It is Crewe.
"Let me see"
You can't even read it.
"That's not true. I've been reading a lot of books lately, so I'm smart."
"Ho."
If that's it, why don't we just expect a little bit from our beloved employee who won't have a chest to stick with Sputnik? Put Yuki's letter down to the end of her gaze. Crewe put his own little hand to cover his hand, and said, Hmm.
"Sa, Mr. Crewe. What's the point?"
Called Krew leaned his neck a little,
".................. difficult stories are hard, like"
"How do you feel about this series of flows?"
He was still a little tired of it.
"But I don't know, this"
"Me too. I want to see it, too."
Take a seat, now Ilaja comes to the challenge.
I wondered what the hell I could do where two punkos were aligned - but surprisingly, Ilaja was helpful. And when I saw it, I said, "Oh," and I saw it with my fingers, as if its unintelligible compass were a loving thing.
That's how she read the mysterious line.
"Sear, Lyan"
It sounded unfamiliar to hear.
Ilaja looks up at Sputnik. Her cheeks were a little bloody and she seemed to get better.
"This is the official name of Dear Soaran. This is the language of the southwest continent."
Can you read it?
Soaran's inquiry. No, the ears that I shook and peeked at were bright red.
"A little, the... twitchy, to the extent. Not so much."
"That was a beautiful pronunciation. It sounds nostalgic."
"Thank you"
Ilaja's words of gratitude were about to disappear. But Sputnik did not make it good to waste time in such a good-natured conversation.
"Is that the only name it says?
"Oh, uh, yes. And then."
And.
Ilaja dropped her gaze on Sputnik's letter and went on to say something.
"Huh..."
Yuki's words, leaked from Ilaja's lips with a unique tongue. Besides, Soaran's eyes opened - eventually, he leaked a deep, hot, sigh. At the same time, his shoulders fell. It was as if something he had been carrying for a long time had fallen out.
I wonder what it says. Sputnik wanted to know.
"Meaning"
"Yes."
Ilaja, who has read it, stretches her back with the letter in her hand and looks at Soaran. To Sputnik, Iraja translated the language of another continent that Krew does not understand into a language that Sputnik also understands.
"-" Can you protect her, “this time"?
"Oh......"
It was like a hot exhale, a voice, that got spit out of it.
of a leaning Soaran, his voice trembling. He does, and when he does, he repeats the whining over and over again, not knowing if it makes sense or not, and.
"'That one's dead,' he told me, in just one letter."
With a pompous, pompous, trembling voice, talking is.
"I asked above why, and nothing more than a letter was revealed. Lying in a coffin, she was quiet, like a doll, and her lips would never move with rap (just) only in front of me... My bowels (annoyed) boiled back at the words of the educator I had seen a long time ago," She was martyred for the association ". I thought one day I'd take revenge on them."
Its a tool, a way, a symbol for him, perhaps a magical girl.
Soaran looked up. And he called "Ilaja," and his men's names.
"I'm not as serious as you think I am, an honest wizard to the association. I've been deceiving you. I'm sorry."
The only thing that would have deceived me would be the thoughts I hold in my own belly, and that's not all. Exactly, but you don't seem to have the guts to reveal it until then.
Iraja did not listen to, nor refused, the redemption of her boss. I don't even lay my eyes down, I just frown a little and ask him. - Probably not as a subordinate, but as a single woman.
"About Master Françoise. How do you do it?"
And Soaran, who doesn't know inside Ilaja's chest, drops his eyeballs slightly and makes a laugh. Well, he didn't seem as comfortable with his expression.
But.
"I'll find it."
His wish had some blown out sharpness and weight.
"I want to find out what she was thinking and what the Witch Society is thinking"
Seeing the two wizards, Krew's hand grabs Sputnik's shirt. I could imagine what she thought, being Ilaja's friend.
To Soaran's decision returned to the inquiry, Iraja said.
I let go of the frown I pulled over.
"Let me help you"
Though I can't see what's in my mind.
With a painful grin, I don't think I did.