"I didn't come home, I'm sorry, it was..."
Behind the Academic Division, in a small room.
He made a fist on his knees, a voice that seemed to disappear, and Crewe apologized so.
The accomplice, Lee, was sent home one foot away because it was too late. Crew Lol said, "I'll take the carriage home," so there's nothing dangerous about it - the sky's already dark. Even the people at her house must be worried.
I don't know where Lau went. In a single voice of crew lol, I saw a pair of guard-like people drag me out of the museum, but I don't know after that, and I don't care in the first place.
Now sitting across the street are two people, Crew Lol and a teacher. With tension and hindsight, Crewe's shoulders shrink and shrink. I wish I could shrink and shrink and just disappear from this place for how long.
"What the hell have you been doing in school all this time?"
"Um..."
"Say it."
"Um..."
"Mr. Kruelol"
Crew who is unanswered and crew lol to ask. It was the teacher who broke into the two unsuccessful conversations. She turns to Crew Lol, waving her blanket.
"I know you're worried about Mr. Crewe, but you're a little, too intimidating. Could you be a little quiet?
"Mm..."
"Fine.... Hey, Mr. Crewe. Why didn't you come home soon after school, will you tell your teacher? I thought you might be interested in a museum."
Instead of crew lol with his mouth shut, towards Crewe, the teacher said. Although the questions are exactly the same, the rhetoric and the waist are soft and the crew's shrunken shoulders only soothe a little.
But from the front, it's still horrible. Keep leaning down and answer as pompous.
"Um... Um. Rumor has it that when I go to the basement of the museum after school, I will see the fairy...... I heard. I also heard the staircase sculpture was made by the fairy. And when I met the fairy, she said she'd grant me a wish... so I missed her..."
Krew shut his mouth in a hurry, knowing Krew had exhaled for a long time.
He sighed because he must be angry. I'm sure he'll be scolded, just like he made it rush earlier, in a loud, very scary way - I think so, though I'll close my eyes all the time.
"... if you get involved in that, it won't be a lot of things after all these years"
The words that followed were not to Crewe.
Open your fearful eyes and peek at the crew lol. He didn't look at Crewe, though he seemed slightly grumpy. He looks up at the ceiling of the room with his tired eyes seeping in. What's the matter with you?
"Oh, that."
I tried to ask him what it meant, but he didn't seem to notice because of his low voice.
Leaving Krew aside, Krewlol told this story to the teacher.
"- Do you remember the student that How long has it been, in a brunette student?"
I don't think the 'student name' he said was a short, crew-like name, but I couldn't hear him because he was quick talking. But what happened to him?
I don't mind the pompous crew thing, he takes some words toward the teacher, such as "graduation" and "work". In that wording, the teacher seemed to recall immediately what Kruelol said about the students. Like a child with a new toy in his hand, his eyes sparkle.
"Yeah, yeah, of course I remember him, that's him. It was very ruinous and lively. But that's it?
"She's an employee of that store."
Then the teacher looked at Crewe as surprised.
Gleaming with joy, his eyes settled quickly, and now he put his hands on his cheeks, sighing, howling. That seemed surprising and impressive. Crewe knew the words to describe this state. I don't know what it was, for sure - yes, 'Emotionally Seems'.
And the teacher, with those eyes, took Crewe seriously.
"Well...... it is. Of that store of his, employee. I didn't know because the name of the store you told me about when you introduced yourself was different. You've come to own your own shop, he is."
"Oh, you know, the shopkeeper..."
"That one went to school under a different name at the time. What she's thinking back is certainly about that guy who's now calling himself 'Sputnik'"
Crew lol supplements me. As Cheng Cheng and Krew nodded, the teacher narrowed his eyes so that he could think in the past.
The fact that he was a memorable student of the staff at the time, and that he was remembered with such a look, meant that Sputnik must have been a very good student, and then a well-behaved student.
Though I thought.
"How calm is he?
"Not so different"
Around the time the two conversations went on, it seemed memorable in a completely different way.
"Yes, he is, now you're naming him another. He could have done it."
"What student was the shopkeeper...?
Horrible, ask. and
"That was terrible."
"It was terrible"
The teacher laughed in the mix, and Crew Lol sighed, saying so.
"Wouldn't it have been the first time in founding history that someone had done so much damage? Wasn't there a day when his name wasn't mentioned among officials at the time?
"Right. - For example, you, did you see the crown in the works in the exhibition room? It's a goldsmith's crown with big sapphires and pearls."
Goldsmith's crown. Placed on a black cushion, you know, catching people's eyes - now, there's a rumor of 'bleeding', beautiful and horrible, that crown.
Nodding, Kruelol's beard moved. I don't know if you laughed or if you only laughed.
"Well done work, isn't it? That crown was made by Sputnik as a student."
"Eh."
"That crown also repaired the best grades in the exhibition. Not for sale, but so much so that some bourgeoisie was fascinated by the finesse, the beauty, and really told me to sell that one - but"
But. If that's where it ends, it's not someone named Sputnik.
"A few days later, that one, who was taking a lecture on restoration techniques for ornaments, kicked a chair and stood up. Nah, 'I don't know just the explanation,' he said, leaving the classroom. What the hell do you think happened to that hand you came back to for a while?
A bloody crown. That, a trace that also appeared to be a glimmer of blood, maybe.
"Sputnik saw into the crown, not long before the instructor stopped. That's all the acclaimed work. Before the truly twofold piece, the man said," So, what do you want me to do? "- The instructor at the time said he wanted me to praise him for blowing bubbles and not falling down."
Just imagine, chills running on your back. If it were Krew, if he'd been praised so much, he'd take care of it very much, decorate it on his forehead or in his sauce, and live with a view for a while. And yet how could he do that!
But student Sputnik's barbarity, it seems, did not end with that.
"It was just, it was my production, so I was still forgiven. The worst part was, you know, the sculpture on the first floor of the building hall."
"That's..."
"I'm surprised you liked it, but I didn't think that was a possibility either. That's Sputnik's job, too."
If you mean you built school equipment though, I'm sure that was very praiseworthy. As a top performer, Krew thought that everyone sighed at the beauty of it when they asked him to design it from the school side... but that was not true only for Sputnik.
Crew lol put on arms and talk. Because it was already in the past, or he seemed calm.
"I guess you didn't like the design of the stairs at the time. Overnight - they seem to say - actually snuck into the campus on a full recess day, stole the staff and security eyes, and carved out the design I thought of myself, in about half a day. Of course, without permission."
"Hih."
Such a bad thing, Crewe can't even do it.
"With or without artistry and the difficulty of all kinds of work, students destroyed the facilities on campus without permission. No matter, it became a big problem. What do you think that said as the officials discussed aligning the geese necks and what to do with this student's disposition?
It's like I want to hear it, I don't want to hear it.
Looking at Crewe frowning, Crew Lol grinned. It was a terrible look for him, and the way he laughed, somewhere resembled Sputnik.
"I put my feet together while sitting in a chair and laughed without evil." Isn't it evil to build such a dirty staircase? You'd think so too, Osama. '"
I'm missing something to say, for God's sake! I remember the fear that my whole body hair would turn upside down, but I guess it's just past time already, Crew Lol was calm.
"That was my first meeting with that one. - I didn't know you knew my adopted daughter yet."
"The shopkeeper, excuse me...!
"But, Mr. Kruelol. I remember what you said then. -" It makes sense. ""
"Mm..."
The teacher chuckled at Crewe's words close to screaming. To the words of the teacher who laughed and told him, Crewlol seemed unable to say anything.
The teacher's smile is so calm that tension dissipates from Crewe's heart. Sputnik is' graduating 'from this school in the first place. That would mean that his actions were either unquestioned or the worst was avoided.
"So the fairy made it... in the basement of the museum, the fairy..."
"... oh. That's probably."
Crew lol's, this is another sighing word. Somehow this, too, doesn't seem like a lot of things to be who you are - Krew's prediction hit brilliantly.
"Once upon a time, there was a broken door key that led to the basement of the museum. Good thing the staff left it unattended, there was an idiot student who turned it into a cunt. Coupled with the example sculpture, you'd get your own answer, wouldn't you?
"It gives me a wish for everything, I mean..."
"There were rumors that you were selling exam past questions. Everything must have gotten a tail fin after the years."
Strength falls off Crewe's shoulder. A pretty fairy figure collapsed and left in Crewe's head. I was so excited!
Seeing how such a crew was, the teacher laughed modestly when he creaked, and fixed the position of his glasses. Behind the lens, my eyes narrow again.
"I wonder why such a good boy's employee grew up from him. Strange."
"On the other hand, it's probably because it's a delicacy to be a teacher."
"Oh, I feel sorry for him like that."
"Really?"
"That's right. He 's-- yeah, Mr. Crewe." Mr. Sputnik "was certainly a busy person for better or worse... but eventually, he graduated from our school properly. That's because, in a good way, names were frequently mentioned. Grades, skills, and above all, attitude to fix it."
That's all he was keen to study, the teacher added.
"There are plenty of people enrolled in this school to do jewelry-related work. But it doesn't mean you can be anyone if you graduate from school. Especially since it takes the person's qualities and post-graduate efforts to grow up to have their own store. I think your store owner worked pretty hard up to today. … we would be very happy if our experience in this school could have helped"
The teacher's wrinkled hands were placed on Crewe's head.
"I hope you get something too, like he did when you were younger"
"Me too..."
"Like today, don't make any contact, what is it, although it certainly wasn't complimented"
Crew lol opened his mouth. He puts his arms together and looks at Crewe.
"Still, you don't have to be scared.... I don't know what past you've lived in or what happened before you were hired by that one. Now, don't be afraid and do whatever you want."
"Make a lot of mistakes and cause a lot of trouble. Make a lot of mistakes, get lost, try everything you can think of, and know a lot, a lot of things with it. That's what you do now."
I hear two voices, somewhere far away.
In his blurry head, Crewe remembers Sputnik. Turning the work log. Looking at the gems in the gemstone processing room. Look after the decorations that suit the customer. The way he gets asked to work on the ornament - in Liafiat City, Crewe has been staring at him, the way he looks.
I wonder what the hell he's gotten by the time he meets Crewe.
"I know a lot, before the process, I wish I could come across what you want. - And remember, please. It is the schools (we) that help and guide you to do so."
Not knowing much and wanting to figure out something, Crewe came to this city.
Would Sputnik also have had days when he wanted to grow up and scratched his feet?