"Thank you for waiting"
Were you purposefully waiting for the moment when the story would be interrupted? Elsa brought me a meal at a time that made me think so.
What I brought to Cecil was pangratin and pampering. Gratin has a large cut of vegetables in a sliced bread. "If you like, enjoy the flowers you have decorated! 'Cause he said," I guess it's edible flowers that are placed beside the pudding. Candied edible flowers are not uncommon in Liafiat City, but Cecil had her eyes rounded. Maybe it's not common in cokediers.
"... delicious"
"That's good"
Carrying Gratin into his mouth, to a smudged and whining word, Sputnik struck the center of his hamburger, not eating but just drilling a hole, in the relationship.
What Cecil said in the time leading up to the meal being carried was told to Cecil by the wizard Soaran, an old story. About the days when he - or they - spent time with his fiancée fansion, calm as warm water.
It is certain that the man's current position is not a moderate one. It's not hard to imagine that after I lost my fiancée, I must have scratched her quite a bit. Didn't he also say one day, "I'm not an innocent white wizard"?
How did he feel telling Cecil his story before it happened? I can't tell Sputnik that, though.
- On her hand, on a chunk of vermilion that came out of the white sauce, speaking of which, Crewe didn't like carrots, reminded me that it didn't matter. Well, what about this girl? I wonder if I will avoid it, but I will carry the carrot at the end of the fork into my mouth without changing my expression.
watching how it went, Sputnik asked.
"What's he doing these days?
I have a lot to ask. but as a story flow, it should be reasonable to hear from it first.
The subject will be conveyed in 'He'. As expected, she never asked who it was. Returns the query as it crumbles with a fork on the edge of the bread that became the contents.
Exploring eyes. It's also grown up.
Say, "What?"
"... a while ago, we talked about that and the functionality. I haven't heard from him since, so I was wondering what he's been up to lately."
I don't know if any of the private secretaries, and even if this daughter is the sister of the fantion, are the men telling this daughter all the inside information. So blurring and asking, she nodded, one.
"Is that your story? I was wondering if you would ask me because of something about Master Crewe, which is also exactly why I visit. I heard he was an employee shopkeeper."
Then, shut up.... Do I look so smug from around me?
Cough one up. Sputnik swallowed the baguette rough and all sorts of emotions together, reversing the story.
"You should talk about it in order. Let's start with the fancy story."
"That makes sense too."
Cecil drank the water and nodded.
Answer Sputnik's question.
"The teacher is now stripping the association of past materials"
For once, they're doing what they need to do. It became a good story to report to Yuki later, and I listen.
"Since my return from Liafiat City, my teacher has asked me to organize and do chores for more materials before. I was wondering what you're doing in your free time that way, and also if it's plotted for crap, and how you're fishing for some past association material. ……
A little silence. I have feelings in the back of my eyes that explore this one, but I hide my suspicions much better than Crewe.
Being such a child, I got better at hiding it - a girl named Cecil who had to get better. A little pity and admiration for her birth, and "just say what you can" while remembering the inadequacy of the guardian (Soaran) who raised her that way.
Cecil stared at Sputnik for a while, then pulled out her shoulder strength.
"That man has enemies, like mountains. Please, forgive me for weighing in."
"He's got a bad personality and bare hands. Unlike me."
I'll tell you. It was half a serious dialogue, but Cecil seemed to take it as a joke. The meat on her cheek soothes a little.
"This year, the teacher will be twenty-six. Still, you're very young. I can tell you that there was a back shield at the Association headquarters, at this age, which is also male, in order to hold the current position of Deputy Branch Manager...... excuse me"
I stopped mentioning it any further with an apology in my mouth because I realized that could be an affront to him.
In the first place, as a problem before that, I also find it odd that my daughter would say "young" to me when I was her age. Though I don't know if I'm happy to be scorned by a younger girl because Sputnik doesn't understand the way that guy thinks or anything like that.
Cecil waves lightly and returns the story to its main point.
"What is the teacher looking into right now? You didn't try to tell me that. But if you look at the material you are collecting, you will know your purpose. Hi, Ms. Françoise's record… Looks like you're dredging a record about 'someone named Françoise'. Her face as a researcher, her own fiancée. her face as a housemaid... of all things."
I wonder how much that man knew about his fiancée. Preference, birth, sexual orientation, sexuality.
"Francoise. She is in the first daughter of a wizard named Angelica. When she was fifteen, she obtained her position as a researcher affiliated with the Witches Association. But by then, it seemed that they were doing various kinds of research independently - not unlike their talent, and since they were young, I would say that they had done a lot of work as researchers."
A talented person is certainly there. A person who is aware that part, or all, of the work of his or her own intellect is superior to a person. A human being who understands how (how) he can make the most of it and can grow and restore his abilities to society. It's a great thing - but.
The world is not just a man who admires merit in his young height.
These aren't words to make kids listen to, but they were whining.
"You must have been jealous."
"It doesn't matter to me if it was a good life for her,"
Sputnik's words, Cecil neither affirmed nor denied.
I just went on with the facts.
"... Françoise died when she was seventeen"
He died young, poor wizard.
Reminds me of a sentence that was written in one day's letter.
"Get engaged when Françoise is thirteen and the teacher is eleven. Then, it was four years later. Francoise lost her life in an accident. Once upon a time, at the direction of the association, we went east and were caught in a war between the wizards"
"What are the fancy parents doing now?
After I said it, I reckon I didn't have to attach it to the functionality. You could have asked Cecil's. Cecil didn't seem uncomfortable with it.
In the ensuing answer, however, Sputnik realized that it was not just rhetoric that made him wrong - the question itself was wrong.
"After Françoise died.... Missing"
Don't you want to speak in depth or don't you know the circumstances as much as you can speak in depth? Cecil lay her eyes down and shut her mouth.
Should I apologize? Scattered and in the end Sputnik only replied, "Really?"
- Think of a few things as you put your mouth on a glass of water. What I just asked Cecil, back in the day when the fantion was still living as a regular 'wizard'.
The first. Cecil now said 'east' where the fantion had gone before he died. There was no specific city name, but that's not a big deal.
Generally, wizards don't like to go out to the eastern side of the continent. Because the more the normal wizard goes east of the continent, the weaker the magic he can handle.
Conversely, no matter how good a wizard is, if you take him east, he will be mostly close to a normal human being. Even if that's a brilliant wizard like 'From a young age, I've done a lot of good as a researcher'.... I guess that's what you thought, someone who tried to make the fantion a deceased.
Second.
Honestly, Sputnik is not as thoughtful as he is about a person named Funshon. An acquaintance's former fiancé, a person who would know deeply about the employee's 'physique'. I had to find out about a human being named her, but whether she lived or died, and whatever her family was today, there was no problem with Sputnik's life.
Just for one thing, if Sputnik has a sense of companionship towards a human being named Funshon, it's as an 'Explorer'.
Sputnik has a sense that he was a problem child when he was a student. I made and broke a lot of things myself that I could understand to the extent I read in a textbook. In the lecture on restoration (repair) techniques for ornaments, "Because you don't know until you actually see it," he also brought a saw to the spot even though he didn't have any experience with restoration, and smashed the ornaments and practiced them. Other things that surprised, troubled and frightened the instructors every time Sputnik did something - but I didn't compromise on what was of interest to me, anyway.
A person who knows the joy, the pleasure, or the value of digging everywhere into his specialty. opponents who don't have as much in common, but just in that regard, Sputnik can have a sense of companionship with her.
The fantion was studying magic, ore disease. But she said she was pursued for that position halfway through her life as a researcher. On top of that, he hid himself somewhere and said he was alive.
- When that happens, does she live in detail for fear of being killed 'again', or for revenge on a human who has taken everything?
Yuki's words come back to life behind his ears. But.
Sputnik thinks.
Was she really a researcher, would she choose one of them?
"... I know. I'm sorry."
I shrugged in a small voice like a scratch in the shop.
Sputnik ends that, boring imagination.