The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

A cold thing touched his cheek, and Crewe woke up from a dream.

"Hmm...?

The feel of a blanket touching your nose. Someone besides myself seems to have put Crewe's futon back on. Slowly raising his lid, he saw something moving in Xia's sight. People.

I almost called the name of the Lord, but soon found out it wasn't him.

"Oh, I'm sorry. You woke me up."

Your voice is completely different. When I rubbed my eyes, I could clearly see my face as well. Hair color, eye color, physique and gender are all different from Sputnik's - no, though the number of noses and eyes is the same. Different people.

It's just that Crewe knew about the guy. The wife of someone who now lives in the same house and who called Crewe to this house. And someone who makes it very good for Crewe. I thought it was her fingers that were cold.

"Maria...... Grandma?

"Yeah. Good morning, Mr. Crewe. How are you feeling?

Maria. She was sitting in a small round chair by the bed, peeking into Crewe's face. A warm smile, like the spring sun.

Good morning, sir.

"I had a servant here until just now, but I'm only taking a few seats off. I'll be right back, just give me a minute. Aren't you thirsty?

"It's okay."

Answering, Crewe realized that there was something strange about his memory. When did you get into bed? I don't remember having dinner, I don't remember taking a bath. I don't even remember going home from school. But I did sleep until just now, and my clothes are dressed in bedtime. What about the earrings? Looking around, I left them on my pillow.

And one more thing I looked around and double-checked. This is definitely Crewe's room - the one that Crewe is renting from Crewe Lol Mansion in Vealton City. But it's crazy. I can't remember the night I was supposed to spend here on my way back...

I know you didn't read Crewe's thoughts like that, but this is what Maria's been asking for Crewe.

"Mr. Crewe. Remember last night?

"Uh..."

"Slowly, in turn, remember what you remember"

About yesterday. What I remember is that on the second day of experiential school, I took a design class. In the meantime, the fact that Lee taught me the legend of the school. That I went to see a fairy living in the basement of a museum.

Having a chase at a school museum. The teacher and crew lol and the fact that the three of us talked. That along the way, I felt bad. That the wizard has appeared... and that, the wizard.

"- Mr. Fansion!

Yes, she is! Maria stopped me from "lying down" when I tried to wake myself up in a hurry.

"Mr. Crewe, you, you fell down at school. While Mr. Crewe was sleeping, he came to the doctor, but he said he was getting tired. I came all the way from far away, surrounded by strangers, and cared, naturally."

"That's inconvenient..."

"No. Mr. Crewe is such a solid child that we have become sweet. I'm so sorry I didn't care enough for you."

"Oh, that's not true!

Crewe panicked as Maria bowed her head deeply.

I come here and talk hard about how much better I'm getting. That's all the officials in this house, of course, talk about - and remember - the school.

Crewe was supposed to be in, about today's class.

"Yes, school..."

"I've contacted you about your absence from experience class today."

She seemed to have guessed what she wanted to say, and Maria answered ahead of time.

If you think about your health, you have no choice. Would the teacher who was contacted in his absence have said something? Would Lee have been "sloppy with that degree of exploration"?

Then. I put in contact with the school, which means someone went out of their way to school to contact me. I have to thank that person.

"Um, who's in touch?"

"Mr. Lau ran me to school."

"Oh, fine, then."

The interest could be lost in an instant.

And neither did Maria, nor did she seem to have anything else to say about it. I immediately changed the subject...

"Oh, yes, Mr. Crewe. This way, it fell on Mr. Crewe's pillow earlier."

He's picking something with his thumb and thumb. I wonder what it was like falling on a pillow - the moment Maria understood who she was, Crewe forgot to breathe.

Watercoloured, gemstone.

It was falling on the pillow, she said. I mean, where was it originally? Where did it come from? Crewe had an immediate prediction.

But.

It was also something Maria should not have known.

"It was hitting my cheek, and it was going to have marks, so I picked it up. This one's always, what's going on?

"Uh, uh..."

Hold on! - Stimulate your head that's going to be confused. There is no Sputnik here. I'm the only one who can handle it.

It's okay. It's still too early to tell you've been noticed by 'physique'. It's normal to think that the accessory gem you were wearing just fell into bed on some kind of clap. Cold, cold. In an effort to regain calm, under the duvet, I squeeze the plush hand.

"Um... with gemstone cleaning solution, I'll clean it up or something. Um, I can do it right myself, so it's okay. Leave it on your desk or something."

"Yes, I'll leave it here."

"Oh, thank you"

Maria, who stands in the chair and puts the gems on the study desk as Krew says, doesn't seem to doubt this one. The expression was unchanged and calm, with a gentle smile, so - so.

I'm sure you haven't noticed Crewe's 'physique' yet.

"Nevertheless, Mr. Crewe"

"Yes, sir"

But.

The words of Maria that followed...

"I asked that guy, too. You're in a lot of shape to spit out jewels."

Known. The moment I realized it, in front of me, there was a soggy white mist.

Once upon a time, the words I asked someone come back to life. - Wouldn't you like to bluff?

Krew hasn't forgotten what those who found out about this physique did to the little Krew. Sputnik has protected me, but a lot of people have been nice to me, but I still won't forget what was done then, for good in the future.

And one more thing. Now she said, 'I asked that guy too' about Crewe's physique. Maria's called 'the guy' - crew lol.

The momentum that erupts reminds me of last night. Crewe was right in front of him, spitting out the jewels. I mean, he also found out about Crewe's physique. If so, I can't stay here anymore. We have to get out of here somehow. Run away, help - just what do I do to get out of which city? Even if I use the railway, I don't know the way to the station. What should I do? What are we gonna do?

Though I think a lot, here and now in bed, the only thing Crewe can grip is a futon, a pillow, and a stuffed animal. There is no escape, no way to escape, not here. I can't help it.

What Maria tells the trembling crew is...

"Cough is tough."

"... Huh?

When he was told something he didn't even anticipate, Crewe raised his bare voice.

Maria puts her hand on her cheek and sighs like she's in trouble.

"Me too...... no, although I don't come out with gems. Sometimes I cough when I'm asleep. If it's a bad time, I'll have to call a doctor in the middle of the night. It's painful and it's hard."

"Uh."

Can I just say it's the same? - I'm not surprised by the special physique of spitting gems, on the contrary, I'm surprised they even empathized.

"Oh, you know, um..."

"What?

"... uh..."

Don't you wield violence against Krew? Don't you point to me as a special person? That's what I want to ask, but I also know that that's a rude question. So I don't know what to say. I have something to say, but it doesn't come together, and I keep my mouth shut.

How did Maria take that silence?

"Yes, Mr. Crewe, do you bring jewels or medicines to stop coughing?

"No, I don't."

"Yes. If the cough hurts, you tell me immediately, or the servant. Because warming your body or dampening your throat might make it a little easier"

Apparently, Maria recognized Crewe's physique as a 'air cough with foreign objects coming out' rather than 'spitting out gems'. - For Maria, Crewe's physique seems to be just that. Precious, bizarre, nothing.

A thin finger touches Crewe's forehead. Very cold.

"I wonder about the fever.... Yeah, you look okay now. Do you want to have dinner? Or sleep a little more?

"... still, hey, I want to sleep"

"Yes. My husband is going to work now. He said he'd be home once after lunch, so let's talk about Mr. Crewe's body properly then."

So get some rest now. He stroked my forehead like nothing else.

Also, my vision was dazzling. My eyes tickle, and, uh, my breath becomes irregular. Tears falling out of my eyeballs pass through my temples and touch my ears, tickling.

What did Maria take the tears for?

It was a calm voice.

"... right. If you get sick, you'll feel lonely. There's nothing to be afraid of here, so go ahead and rest."

Ru, ru, and I hear a beautiful song.

Wrapped in relief like something allowed, Crewe falls asleep again.