The next morning, on the street in front of the inn.
"You're leaving early."
In the words of Sputnik's drop-off, he sits in front of the carriage wearing a wizard's robe,
"Yeah."
I only answered.
It was early the next morning that the two wizards decided to leave this city. Ilaja held back Soaran, who laughed that he was feeling better and that he had decided what to do.
I say if you visit the carriage rental shop, you have a carriage that you can get out first thing in the morning, and there was no reason on Sputnik's side to pull them off. Crewe wondered if he would reluctant to part with Iraja, but unexpectedly he didn't, biting his lower lip and squeezing his skirt with both hands, nodding, "Really?"
And Soaran asked your man for his luggage, and his men Ilaja are now held by Klu in the inn, at the front desk. Am I sparing you a goodbye - it's just that where they are, it's across the window from Sputnik. Until what you're talking about, I can't hear you.
Look sideways at Soaran. The hooded head, similar to yesterday, still has slightly white cheeks and a little bit of kuma left, but yesterday the intense sense of grief and urgency toward Sputnik at the store had disappeared.
That's why I can also tap a light mouth.
"On the way home, I don't even know if you're ill and guerrilla. Drown in your own diarrhea and die."
"Thank you for your concern. The Triple Pipe is stronger, so we'll figure it out. Who dies of such things"
Soaran ran out of words, "And, ah," and after fluttering his gaze,
"If we don't find him, we'll find him."
I don't have time to be dead. Tilt his little neck, and, yes, he laughed at the scratch.
We have to find him. - Words without a subject. But it was something I didn't bother to ask, such as what the hell name could be applied there, and it also seemed like it was something I wouldn't dare say that led to his determination.
So Sputnik just said, "Right." Sometimes I thought I didn't need any more words, but precisely because I couldn't think of any other thoughts.
"By the way, you. Can I really have this?"
Seeing, Soaran had a large tea envelope that looked familiar.
"You won't mind. It must have been recovered from there."
The contents of the envelope are example documents. It's a set of things Yuki put together about the functionality. If you follow the original, that information will be delivered to the Witch Society, and the reproduction manuscript will be kept by Yuki. I just gave it to you and there's nothing wrong with it. When I said I would take it on here if I didn't need it though, it seemed like he decided to get it. It was in my bag, and I left it with your wife.
Soaran also wanted Yuki's letter as an example he read out in the room, but when asked as a simple question, "I don't mind as this one, but if another wizard reads it in some clap, your position would be at stake," he gave up that too. "You know, I feel nostalgic for my old language. I wish I could," he even laughed.
Now the letter is in Sputnik's jacket chest pocket. I brought it just in case I dropped it off, but now I wonder if it was particularly necessary. Sputnik pushed in again not to drop it, as about half of it had popped out because the envelope was bigger than the pocket.
Soaran strokes his horse's nostrils as "hey, that's cute". As Sputnik shut up, he continued this as he stroked his horse.
"It's a fancy. I don't think that's what you want me to find."
"What makes you think that?
"If you really want me to find you, you're a woman who doesn't imitate other people's hands or speculations and says," Find me. "
You're making him look like someone, he whines and laughs at high-pressure dialogue in a calm tone. Sputnik still couldn't find the answer, he said, "Well," and now he did his hand in Slack's pocket. Remove the small box and the phosphorous inch (match) and grab the cigarette from the small box and light the fire at will without obtaining permission.
And there was a hand to take the little box from the side.
"Give me one."
"I don't like it."
"Don't beat it, the jeweler."
When Soaran waves a small box lightly while saying things like that, only one pom falls into his hand.
I knew I was going to say "give me the fire" anyway, so I threw a case of phosphorus into the universe and took it and waited for the request repeatedly, but on second thought, yes, the wizard (Soaran) did not need such a tool. I pinched it at the tip of my finger and middle finger. Just look at it and whine "fire," and it stains red. Totally convenient skill, Sputnik thought while putting the returned box back in his pocket.
Soaran turns the cigarette he lights and inhales it into his lungs - frowning.
"You're smoking an unsavory cigarette, you"
"This is at best for unsold jewelers."
I didn't expect you to keep someone else's cigarette.
After complaining scattered along with the purple smoke, Soaran turned the cigarette around again. And when I open my mouth, I spit out one or two chunks of smoke. It's clever.
If I showed this kind of art to Crewe, how much would that tobacco hater soothe - and I was thinking about it, Soaran said, "Crewe has it"? I think she was on her face again, but that's not how it happened.
He says, keeping cigarettes hooked on the edge of his lips.
"Crewe said, 'A woman named Françoise was carrying a spider stuffed animal'"
"Ah."
Is that the story?
"Fansion. That was a really, really weird woman. For the sake of the good lady, on the surface, she laughs deeply, and in the back, she develops all the strange magic, and it is the spider of the serpent who uses it as a demon. I magically kept spiders. Can you believe it? If I tell you that's not cute, the next time I see you, I'll magically paint him all over his body in pink and say," It'll be cute "... no, I mean," cute, "for example, yes."
Once, cut the words.
It doesn't take as long for Soaran to pick the right word.
"Like a magic girl"
"No, I don't think so either."
Immediate denial.
I used to wonder if this guy's lover of cute things came from his fiancée. That's incorrect in a way, but it seemed to hit it in a way. recoil to being scattered around my fiancée's hobby. Soaran pinched the cigarette in his finger, and, uh, spewed smoke.
"So earlier, when Crewe said in my room, 'She named me a fantion, she had a spider stuffed animal with her,' I thought it was close to certainty that that one was indeed alive. As always, he modified the demon to be 'cute' in the wrong direction... and he said that it was definitely not dead. But I do think so. I don't know why I thought that was so light, dead. That's - it's nothing else, the 'that' woman. How can it be so easy to die in the hands of others"
Funny, he laughs at his throat. And he turned in the cigarette.
Sputnik thinks as he drops ashes from the tip of his own cigarette. Sputnik never knew what kind of person the woman was that she was his fiancée. I don't know what wizard common sense is in the first place, or the general public, so I just heard about her, and I wouldn't have been able to tell Sputnik if that was really peculiar.
But at the moment, there was something I could say for sure. It's not about the functionality.
"You."
"Yeah?"
Olive green like some blowout, reflecting this one. To the man who smokes the same tobacco as himself, Sputnik said:
"You're twisted in your life by a weird woman."
"You look the same."
disrespectful.
It becomes silent as it is returned without being put between them, but Soaran did not seem to be particularly concerned about its silence. I laugh out loud, and then sum up the thoughts he - or ourselves - had.
"Well, my fiancée drove me crazy in my life, and you're gonna make a leap for the employees. If it's bent, it's bent. Let's live at best. There will be some interesting things ahead of the bent."