The sooner you want room, the sooner the time passes.
When Sputnik returned, the key to the entrance door was indeed closed. Carefully, the bills hung had also been fixed to 'closed'.
I sit in the counter chair, elbow down, lean down, and then the clock needle is moving fast when I do it. Sputnik's belly didn't know to calm down and didn't feel like standing up, even if the dusk outside the window brought a little blue or he knew he had to turn on the lights. That's because - what Yuki said heard in the square was unforeseeable to Sputnik.
To the death of the fantion, Yuki?
I know it's normal to judge such a thing as a lie to chase back the troublemaker. I know Yuki is a woman who makes these bad jokes as if she were breathing. So I'm sure - but when I try to conclude so, it's past my head.
Why does Yuki hate wizards?
She hates wizards. Normally, I don't like wizards as a person in my profession dealing with gems, naturally, but that 'dislike' is peculiar in its direction. I don't want to be involved with each other, but I even have the means to find, blur, and return the wizard's qualities to harm me by myself. As I once discovered who the magic girl was. The inexplicable thing about humans, called functionality, as I have been rewarded. Yuki has an arm that can accomplish so much, so much cause.
Why is that? Isn't it because in the past, you've caused something out of line with a wizard? Well, if that's...
- But it's also just speculation, and in a quiet store, thoughts provoke grandeur.
It's been a while since I've thought of the silence as loud. This store was always busy.
I want something to sound like, if possible, a voice. And if it were to come true, it was - when I thought, I had something in my ear. That wasn't what Sputnik hoped for, but it certainly didn't let me get out of the grand tour. The doorbell rang.
"... I thought it was closed"
"I'm doing it."
The answer was such that I knew it myself, I was tired of voicing it. Stand up to light the ocean lights for the night.
It was Cecil who came in. Her voice is also shriveled.
"I'm admirably open.... So? What kind of products do you want?
"Due to circumstances, I have decided to return to Cokedier, so I came to say hello"
"Right."
I was raising a big bag, so I thought that would be the place. Is it because Sputnik's mind can't afford that greeting and all that gliding up somehow?
Speaking politely, Sputnik opened his mouth.
"... you are"
I guess I shouldn't say it.
Shut up and take Cecil back to the city of Cokedier, and make a face you don't know anything about, that's how you do it right to spend your day sloppily in the city of Liafiat, where Cecil returned. I know - but.
I couldn't help but say.
"Do you really think Yuki is involved in the death of the fantion?
Cecil looked up all the time.
Something frightening faintly floats in her eyes that doesn't laugh.
"I didn't know. I happened to walk through the square during the day, and I heard you two talking. I don't know if you believe me or not."
"... Really?"
It was a coreless voice, half as if I was dreaming.
"The truth is, I don't know. I'm not mindless about not being able to carry out my teacher's orders, but I just kept staying here, and I don't know if I'll be able to see Mr. Crewe. I would like to go back to Cokedier once and give my opinion to my teacher"
Seeing Cecil's 'private secretary' bland expression, Sputnik ponders something completely different.
Cecil, who should have been confessed by a woman who sees herself as neglected, that "it was herself who killed her own sister". Yet now, it is the emotion of "having to tell the teacher" that is strongly conveyed from the ends of her words.... I think of Elsa's words again. "Far Feels".
Sputnik was asking.
"Are you confused?"
"To me, is it"
I got new information about my sister's death.
- I almost swallowed it up right there. That's not a good word for an outsider, Sputnik. There will be feelings only the parties can understand.
"... no. Nothing."
So appropriately, roll in smoke.
"Well, what... there's a lot going on, but that guy who's got the kid at his convenience is the worst. What you're sending a kid to this country and making him do is a privacy study of your people, and you're bending the personality screw.... when you get home, hit him with one or two shots"
I'll say it shoulder to shoulder. It seems to have been conveyed that it is a light mouth to relieve Cecil's tension. She loosened her cheeks, though only a little.
"Please, don't say that about the teacher"
"You'll even want to say it. Not that guy."
"The teacher told me to be good enough. Give me a lesson, a job, that I didn't have anything. I wish I could return the favor."
Lie down and shake your head gently, laughing. The trick had a heart and made me think that Cecil did want to be his secretary.
Yuki bought it yesterday evening at the florist on his own and lived it on his own, and the cut flowers he dropped at his own expense are still blooming brilliantly after one night, either thanks to the nutrient that he received besides or because of the life force of the body.
Cecil reached out and touched the flower, and...
"He's the one who hired me to grow up in an orphanage and learn nothing."
- The statements that followed were beyond Sputnik's understanding.
Did you grow up in an orphanage?
"What do you mean?
"Huh?"
She's the sister of an excellent wizard named Fancion and a good housewife born to my mother with an excellent wizard named Angelica?
There's no reason. It must mean something different, like a metaphor specific to a wizard.
"What, what...?
But Cecil doesn't understand what Sputnik doesn't understand. Tell Cécile why you're spending your time thinking or giving her a powerless look.
"You must be the sister of a fantion. That should be..."
"Sister?"
Cecil frowned, and his eyes narrowed in surprise.
Breathtaking.
"No...... no! I am."
Shake big. Cecil's, habitual, soft looking hair swayed. - Unexpectedly, it reminds me of Crewe. Would this child named Cecil have been such a toddler's daughter?
Why, strange discomfort arises deep in the body. Chest noise. Alternatively, bug news. Sputnik feels like he's making a big mistake about something.
At the end of his gaze, Cecil opens his eyes. Dark tea eyes reflect Sputnik. My lips open.
"... I am"
I'm home.
But the doorbell rang to block it, and the two looked at the entrance door as if it had been bounced.
But what can I say? The woman who came in gave a strange look when she got two tight glances in the store. - Yuki.
The outside wind blew into the store only for a moment.
"What are you doing?
"... no, it's nothing. You."
"Oh, is that kid here again? Oh, no."
I thought I could complain, but I was in a good mood or I didn't. When you just walk in the way you seem to enjoy it, you offer something "yes" in the way you're used to it. I hesitate for a moment to receive it because the shock of the example words has not yet faded.
But what I had in my hand was nothing to be afraid of. It's an envelope with no change of philosophy.
"It was in the post. Letters"
"Letter?"
When I got back earlier, I didn't think so. Did I miss it?
Light peach envelope. I knew as soon as I touched it with my fingers that something other than a note was contained inside. There was a stiff, little bulge. The market is set for things that are sent to this Sputnik jewelry store that are shaped like that - jewelry.
"Ah."
Cheng Cheng, shrugs.
A light-colored, thin envelope that is likely to appear transparent inside depending on the addition or subtraction of light. There was only one person in Sputnik's memory who would mail out valuables that were not strange whenever they were stolen so that he could see them.
So Sputnik thought it was an employee update…
I thought so.
I just can't help but think that Azuma has come to a conclusion before making an in-depth observation. Normally, I don't do anything without looking at the address. But Sputnik, who assumed, 'Probably sent it in the envelope he received, even with his own spit out jewels,' did not alter the sender, nor was it of interest that the address was not correctly written on the envelope's address. Nothing, I wasn't looking forward to hearing from you since then. I'm not saying no, but...
It was too late when I thought I did a really stupid imitation. What came out of the seal was a single note and a clear jewel of water color. The styles on the notes and the handwriting...
Of course.
It was different from Crewe's.
"Activated after enough. Get ready to go!