The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Ilaja renews her determination, while.

"Daiji-babu - no, hey..."

After the next day, it will be Soaran who will have an extended head in the office. Take a piece of pile-like paperwork on your desk and sigh and sign appropriately.

The tears Iraja showed the magic girl and the monologue she spoke about have been creeping up on the edge of Soaran's head since last night and can't take it off. Then, of course, there was no way I could concentrate on my work.

But even assuming I'm in the position of Deputy Branch Manager, there's no way I can pinch my mouth to some of the private downstairs. Even if it's shocking that a serious, hard-working man's men were tossed aside by some outrageous man.

But, no. But.

A head that has been nestled in a trail. Soaran sighed one more time. At the same time, the feather pen at hand went crazy and ran long from the top right to the bottom left of the document, but now Soaran doesn't have enough thought to recognize the seriousness of things.

I don't know what to do at all. Roaring, thinking...

Eventually Soaran came up with one proposal.

That seemed a daunting proposition to his head, whose work and its worries have forced him to operate with almost insomniac rest since last night. The name proposal is:

- Shouldn't this be what 'Magic Girl' wants?

And that's what I meant.

"... yes..."

The moment I came up with it, Soaran's eyes seemed to glow all the time. At the same time, a burrito and black ink fell on the paperwork from the tip of the pen I gripped, but Soaran's thoughts today do not show any serious problems, such as contamination of important paperwork. Because the novel and wonderful idea that just flashed had occupied his head.

If you think about it, yes, isn't there any wonder the magic girl tries to find out about the magic girl's rival?

Besides, all the hopes that I've never been able to make as' Deputy Branch Manager 'have been fulfilled as' Magic Girls'. I have always done everything as a magic girl when my position as Deputy Branch Manager stands in the way. That's not what happened now.

"... yes, yes... yes!

That being said, not as Deputy Branch Manager of the Witches Association Coakdier Branch, but as the boss of Ilaja - the enemy of Ilaja, as the Magic Girl! Wouldn't it be any unnatural behavior to look into Ilaja's favorite man!

The idea is too funny from the side, but if you nod one big thing, it becomes certain in him.

Soaran jumped sideways through the unprocessed documents on his desk and began to figure out how to investigate as he supported the fountain pen he was holding under his nose and between his upper lips. Now, where would you need to do any research to find out about Ilaja's 'thinkers'? Not to mention the kind of thing that a magic girl would listen to and answer directly, and even if she wasn't a magic girl, would that serious iraja speak the name of a thinker so easily? If Ilaja's story is correct, she has an official lover with her 'opponent', and it's a love that has no way of saying it. If so, you will still need a handkerchief, where did you investigate from?

However. One more thing, problems arise. I also have the status of Deputy Branch Manager, and I am quite busy. In addition, the work that I accumulated the other day while I was out in the East City is literally a mountain in front of me, and I have to investigate my ex-fiancée. I don't have much time.

"Doctor."

A few days spent in the east city. It was such an icy voice that brought Soaran back to reality, who even missed those calm days.

At the same time, the fountain pen falls from beneath his nose on the paperwork. Soaran's "private secretary" appearance was in front of him when he came. She is not an official of the Witches Association, but a secretary employed personally by Soaran. The constriction-colored robe had made her look even smaller than Iraja, but the sharpness of her gaze and her gap free standing showed that her contents were not as adorable as they looked.

"Your hand seems to have stopped."

It's not that I'm actually grumpy that I seem grumpy, I'm not good at smiling originally.

That's why I don't need to be pressured at all - Soaran chuckled.

'Cause I'm not gonna move it.'

"Move it"

Withdrawal.

Hi. She seems grumpy right now.

"That's what the mountains are all about, the work that is delayed due to the late return of teachers from the city of Liafiat. Please check your documents as soon as possible - so why did you contaminate them?"

The sermon of the private secretary that... was overwhelmed from the middle of the sermon because, in the middle of the sermon, I accidentally came up with a name proposal.

Picking out the inked documents, looking at the private secretary standing in front of you looking uncomfortable, and at the same time, I think about one girl.

I don't know the exact age, but I'm sure 'that girl' and her age aren't so different. Make it an employee of a jewelry store in Liafiat City, that daughter, Crewe, close friend of Ilaja. I'm sure this secretary will get along with Crewe. And I'm sure.

I'm sure you'll find out who Iraja's concerns are!

"Hey, you."

"What is it"

"I'll give you a job as secretary."

"Are you going to use me for crap again?

The icy gaze and words put me under pressure for a moment, but...

"It's not crap. I'd like to ask for an investigation. It's a very, very serious mission. Like?"

If you say all that, she has no right to reject you, her own private secretary. She moved a single eyebrow, but that was the only change in expression. Ilaja said with a full grin, "I'll take care of it!" Where you seem to answer, "said this private secretary,

"... teacher's, if you want"

That's what you say with a lowless voice.

- But.

Soaran was dissatisfied with her standing as that 'loyal secretary' for just one thing. That is not in that there is no affection. Nor is it in that it looks too faithful and lacks humanity and warmth. That's not a big deal.

The face of a girl who doesn't have a raised corner of her mouth, still adorable.

Soaran is sweet. In contrast, he smiled, sweet as sugar.

"You're telling me to call you 'Ouch' when you two are. - Cecil."

- Here we go. Wow.

"Huh?"

Then suddenly, remembering something cold on his spine, Sputnik, the jeweler Sputnik, held his own arms with goosebumps.

"What's wrong, Mr. Sputnik?"

"No. Something, chills..."

I'll look around, but the store's already closed. I've already locked the windows and entrance doors, and there shouldn't be a gap wind blowing in, but what the hell was that?

Employee Crewe relaxed while hanging a thick cloth on the showcase, did he?

"When I say spring, it's still cold in the morning and evening. Maybe it's a precursor to a cold, so be careful."

"Well, you are. You might start to catch a cold, and let's eat something delicious this evening and get some sleep."

"I like that."

"I just bought some good booze."

"It's not good!

I can't help it because I'm starting to catch a cold, I can't wait to drink it without thinking about tomorrow's sales, and then I get it warmed up with my human skin... etc and the evil (welcome) thought of Sputnik, the fluffy crew knocks it off.

Sputnik makes things even worse when he tries to preach to Krew, okay, okay, okay.

The usual jewellery store is busy today like that.

No weird philosophy whatsoever, as usual, the end of the day.

Something about something that moved out in a distant city, and also something that gets to the post the next morning.

You two still don't know.

Shit.