and then.
Feeling a strong shock on his back, Sputnik was about to get rid of the smoke.
Gew, and tightening around the waist like a rope is a thin arm that passes through the waist from Sputnik's back and is turned towards his belly. I didn't have to twist my neck to see it, and I figured out whose it was.
After turning to heaven and breathing out all the air in her lungs to keep the smoke from hitting her, she drops the smoke from the smoke onto the ground and steps it off with her feet. With his palm emptied, Sputnik asked the killer who had shocked himself.
"Coo. What's up"
"It sucks."
…………
Hold it at will while you smoke, what a grace.
"It's crummy," Krew said again as he moved from his back to his chest on a sidewalk, keeping his face buried in Sputnik's body. Perseverance.
but Sputnik didn't complain about it because
"Are you crying?"
"I'm not crying."
Because the spinning arm, the shoulder, the pressed head was shaking. Krew snorted as he answered with a crooked voice.
What the hell happened to Iraja when she said she seemed to enjoy herself earlier? You won't even like being able to stroke your head with a hand with the smell of tobacco, Sputnik wondering what was going on, his head moved a little and his moist red eyes looked up at Sputnik in resentment.
He said he wasn't crying.
I didn't say anything.
I guess that means consoling.
It's hard to have an employee who isn't honest and wants to be sweet. With that joke in mind, I'll put my finger in my hair, try to comb it and stroke it. Then I said, "Oh, my God," so I responded, "Oh, my God," and I gently picked my cheek with that "Oh, my God," hand. And the expression is a little soothing.
However,
"Dear Soaran"
Those cheeks, which were finally corny, also caught on again the moment I heard my voice. Coming this way from the inn are black robes and platinum blondes.
"Thank you for waiting"
"Ah.... What's up, her"
Soaran points to Krew with his hand holding the cigarette. Unlike Klu, Ilaja didn't complain or preach when he saw his boss smoking, he just made a grin 'as if nothing had happened' - and so he answered his question.
"Looks like you're sparing me a goodbye.... Hey, Mr. Crewe."
"Right. You've got a good friend, Iraja."
"Yes."
and.
"Mr. Ilaja's, idiot"
A grudge festival was heard from Sputnik's chest.
It seems to have reached my ear, and Soaran opens his eyes in a proper and strange way. And of Ilaja laughing like trouble next to it, I saw its face - I somehow felt like Sputnik figured out what the two of them were talking about in the inn.
But that's something that outsiders shouldn't talk about. Waving flirtatiously, he said, "Anyway, you're missing your breakup and you're obstinate. I'll handle this," he says appropriately. Though Soaran tilted his neck slightly strangely, he said yes, and Iraja bowed her head, "Thank you," knowing or not what this intent was. I'm sure it's protesting that you've strangled Krew's arms and Sputnik, but have you found out about that? It's a bad idea to just pose as an infidel and give up telling.
"Well," Soaran drops the cigarette to the ground, steps on it and extinguishes the fire. And he said, "You can go now, right?" Have a conversation with "yes," and.
"Bye, Crewe, Sputnik. Thank you so much this time, keep up the good work of the Witches Association and the Caulkdier Branch. Then," May you have the blessing of your ancestors. "
Perhaps it's one of the wizard's greetings. Nevertheless, such a greeting just received sounds ironic to Sputnik. So the answer is set here. Just one word,
"Never show your face again."
"Ha ha. I'll see you in a minute."
of which. - Perhaps his is synonymous with 'a few days later'.
Laughing with a loud voice and delight, Soaran waves flirtatiously. By its side Iraja thanked him deeply and deeply. When Soaran advises her to take the carriage, she follows her promises and orders and hands on the railings of the carriage.
Soaran whispered to Sputnik in a low voice as Ilaja's consciousness strayed to the carriage.
"- About the functionality. If anything happens again, ask me."
Sputnik snorted at the favor, hun, And respond.
"Pardon me."
But.
I think he was laughing, under the hood, getting in the carriage.
The carriage that runs out by the signal of your lord makes a noise and turns away.
From this city to the city of Cokedier is never a close journey. A carriage would have definitely taken a considerable number of days, but one of them is the Deputy Branch Manager. Probably even use some convenient magic along the way. Though I don't know exactly how many days it will take, because Sputnik doesn't know how far west of this city he will be able to use his busy magic.
In any case, though, you won't be coming to this city for a while. It's not about that guy.
"Don't you have to drop me off? Carriage, you're going to lose sight."
It's about Ilaja. Crewe, who was also burying his face in Sputnik's chest, slowly raised his face in response to his words.
Sum, and snorted, grabbing Sputnik's chest tightly, and now he's smaller, staring at the back of the carriage you two ride. No more complaining about the smell, but the frown root was firmly engraved and still hadn't disappeared. What does this young daughter think now? At the heart of the commotion, but unconscious, this girl.
Looking down at the knob on his chest, Crewe accidentally opened his mouth.
"... I knew it was just a little bit, it could have been similar"
"Ah?"
I wonder what you're talking about.
When I asked back, the tweezer moved. Crewe looked up at Sputnik.
"Mr. Soaran. In the meantime, I saw it in Fine, to a man. At first, I thought it didn't look very similar... but after that story, Soaran was kind of, kind of, just a little... something..."
Tilt your neck to the right, and now tilt your neck to the left if you don't get an answer. But still, without an answer, Crewe ended up saying:
"... I don't know"
But Sputnik knew.
Perhaps the change was due to his finding significance in himself as a wizard.
Shows a wizard's carriage at the end of his gaze, holding an employee of his shop in his arms. In doing so, Sputnik called to his own sister, in his heart.
- Now, is that good?
Because I felt like Yuki would receive it without bitterness, although I wouldn't reach a normal person if I did that.
Reminds me of the puffiness in my chest pocket. A pocket stabbed with a bi-fold letter.
Yesterday, in that room, Sputnik read this letter addressed to him by Yuki. Soaran heard it, and thought, thought, and consequently Soaran falsely assumed her fiancée's death and was determined to look for it.
But it was in Sputnik that I did not give him that letter and took it up for good reason.
The note with the story about the functionality was superimposed on the "third sheet from the beginning," and the first was an order to Sputnik, "Please." As with the first one, the one sandwiched between them was also finished without phonetic reading. That is what Sputnik did intentionally, and just like the first one, there was also a sentence written from Yuki to Sputnik, addressed only to Sputnik.
That sentence was a request and an order of my sister imposed on Sputnik.
That 's--
"Sputnik, direct your friend to find a woman named Francoise." The woman is on record as a magic researcher and a "ore disease" researcher. It's possible that the woman knows how to fix Crewe's physical condition. Let me find it. Please. "
"... not at all"
I don't know how far you see the facts, 'sister' words. That's not a wish, her 'order'. Sputnik poisoned him with a whisper and shoved the letter, once again, into his pocket.
I wonder how far in the world it is in the hands of my sister.
I don't know, but as things stand, I'd like to put in a hurry, but just one thing.
"... he's not my friend."
I'm sure you won't listen to me.
Crewe and Sputnik's, at the end of their gaze.
The carriage that leaves puts the two wizards on, and they get smaller and smaller.