The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Okay. Soaran, once again, tidies up his head.

There are two things to do now. Running away from this hut yourself, making the other wizards think Iraja is not involved in this matter. One way to solve both of those, Soaran had already come up with.

"Iraja, could you lend me that robe?"

"Yes. But I thought it might be a little small for Soaran to summon you."

That being said, he does follow the instructions.

Give me the robe you gave me. "Thank you. I'll borrow it," she looked more and more surprised. Turn your fingertips to Ilaja, who has lowered his back to a stiff bed.

"Hey, because I use magic. Stay still."

"Now give me my wand -"

"No."

No need. The white light broke loose from Soaran's fingers, which, as Soaran willed, was sucked into Ilaja's body and disappeared.

Ilaja blinks as she looks up at Soaran. I guess I still don't understand what kind of magic they used. I look down at my body and finally realize it.

"Oh, is it magic to change clothes? But why?

"No, well, yeah. There's a little something else, but it's not a big deal. There are a few other things that may be uncomfortable with your body, but they are magic that you can certainly solve when time comes, and they are not harmful to your health. Don't worry too much. I'd appreciate it if you didn't move your gaze too much."

Answer ambiguously. Because I thought it would be a waste of time to explain it one by one and get convinced. If I could, I didn't want you to notice how that changed.

Unfortunately, mirrors are also installed in this miserable room.

Reality's Iraja and the Iraja in the Mirror's, eye-to-eye.

"Eh."

When Ilaja raises his right hand, Ilaja in the mirror raises his left hand. When Iraja pressed her cheeks, of course, Iraja's cheeks in the mirror also stretched. It's normal.

But.

Ilaja looked at it, and, hey, screamed.

"Duh, duh, duh, duh, how did Master Soaran in the mirror, no, how did I in the mirror - take Master Soaran's face, no, take his head off, put it on!

Calm down, will you?

I expected this to happen.

It's not just clothes. It's not just the face. Elevated height, thin pigmented hair, eyes of color very similar to peridot and a thin dirty shirt. Ilaja, by the magic of Soaran, was' exactly the same figure 'as Soaran is today.

Even if I know the contents are Ilaja, I wouldn't call it disgusting to be stuffed in the face at all with myself. I grabbed my shoulder and forced myself to distance myself half way.

"It's not like you in the mirror are wearing my head. You're imitating my shape now. - It's tough to change someone else, and if it's even an outfit, use a lot of concentration. Don't make too much noise."

"So, but Master Soaran, what?"

I heard a noise. Far away, from the door that leads underground, there is a knock and a voice calling out to "Dear Alice". I'm not coming back. I'm worried about her. Someone must have come to see how it went - tongue-butting.

I don't have time. Soaran stops giving any further explanations and activates the magic again. The next time you do magic, it's against yourself. Magic settled and Soaran in the mirror changed his appearance. This one doesn't need to be changed 'to clothes'. Wrap up the borrowed robe.

"I wonder if it's something like this. Do they look alike?

"Wow, wow, I..."

Soaran changed by magic - seeing Soaran imitating what Ilaja looked like, Ilaja opened her mouth gently enough that her jaw was about to fall. Hopefully with that face, I don't want you to give me a dumb look.

But it also fits right away. Because the door opened and the wizards entered the basement. Iraja shrinks long limbs with fright. I laughed in my chest alone, saying that it was quite different from the amount of nerve I had when I detained Alice.

"Well... what can I do?"

"Shut up and watch there."

This is my job.

In an unlocked chamber, Soaran strained his chest. My own face in the mirror looks a lot like Iraja's, but I'm sure if she's the real one, she won't stand like this. I can't.

Across the lattice, the wizards stand. Four. They all had canes, were hooded, and though they could only see the bottom half of their faces - I could see that they were uniform, staring at themselves.

"Iraja, do you know what you're doing? The man could be plotting treason against 'the Original Fathers'"

"Rebellion? Master Soaran?

Imitate Ilaja's tone as much as possible and ask.

"I suspect they were trying to cover it up, even though the Witches Association HQ was getting more information than they once wanted"

What a silly suspicion.

"Iraja, you could be guilty of trying to help. But now, if you surrender, you may have some discretion. Get out of there. You think you're gonna fight four wizards on your own?

Though it seemed like fun to hear the complaints that could be lined up, it's a waste of time now. We need magic to get out of here and to continue the magic of change, and it's not a good idea to prolong it too long. I just made up my mind to start acting.

However, don't forget to behave sparingly.

Soaran grinned, scratching up a long platinum blonde and changing his tone. Not like Ilaja, not like Soaran, but often 'used to saying' it.

"Hey, hey, I'm totally surprised. Not to mention the sweetness of your security."

Has Ilaja understood whose speech it is?

At least the wizards in front of you don't seem to understand.

"What?"

"If I had worn this robe and made a change in the face of someone in the association, where would I have been in this branch? It wasn't the first thing I suspected. No, not at all. I wish I had always taken this way when I was at 'work' if this was the case."

A scornful grin. Iraja's unmakable expression.

Soaran laughed so deeply in front of the frustrating wizard -

I gently opened my hand so as to release what I was holding. What appears is a glittering white grain. Magic Shizuku. I can put in a wand that the wizards gripped to be vigilant, but it doesn't hit their expectations. What Soaran does is not an attack.

That's just one hand in protecting Ilaja from stigma.

"Nevertheless, such a work without art..."

The overflowing Shizukuishi transforms Soaran's appearance from Iraja to something else. Repeating change from change is not difficult for Soaran to take. That's - I've used it many times in doing this' job '.

The light goes out, the figure changes. That's when Soaran heard Ilaja breathtaking behind her back.

The height is not so different from that of Iraja.

The difference is, white hair. Round edged glasses and blue eyes like sapphire.

Heavy emotions tighten their chests to the upset transmitted from behind. Is that self-derision or giving up? I don't know, but...

In any case, Soaran had to laugh invincibly.

Because standing there is how you behave as' it '.

"Though you wouldn't be worthy of a magic girl?

"Magic, girl......!

It wasn't anyone of the four I called.

By the real Iraja, it was Alice who was supposed to have been enchanted. Looks like I woke up from sleep, but do I still have remnants, fluttering my legs and holding my head down?

"Ya, you. Did you get some sleep? Sleep deprivation is the enemy of your skin."

"Where did Ilaja go!

"Yeah? It's a secret. It was noisy, so I tied it up a little bit and put it to sleep, and left it somewhere. I'm not going to die. He'll be back in a few days."

Wave flirtatiously, like a little fool.

"Yes, I pinched it in my ear, but apparently this man is holding the information I seek. It's not good to monopolize just you. [M] I wonder if you could share it with me. [M] So - this guy, I'm gonna borrow it for a few days."

"Take it down!"

Using Alice's command as a signal, the light lit up at the end of the wand held by the wizards.

There are five enemies, including Alice. These are the two of us, but my partner won't be a fighter. Now, how much I would be able to respond with my figure and with my magic torn apart by the changes in Iraja behind me.

But we have to do it.

At that moment when the magic girl tried to spread the magic barrier in front of her -

"Fool."

I thought I heard a nostalgic voice.

Shortly afterwards, however, there is a flashy explosion across the enchanted girl's fence wall, all of which is erased. Thanks to the walls, neither the shock nor the spark reaches the magic girls. I can already get smoke in.

The white smoke generated seems to be a by-product of attack magic, not just a production. How conceited or unusual the magic of a stranger would be to play the enemy in front of you. Attack magic with explosions in the first place is not suitable for use in such a narrow place. If we do poorly, how come we're even likely to get ourselves involved?

The magic girl's idea was off the hook. And it was the actions of the wizard who unleashed that magic that fit. Because...

- The target of the Magic Lord was not the Magic Girl.

"Huh...?

The man, blindfolded with smoke, stretched out all the wizards but himself who were confronting the magic girl.

What I saw when the smoke cleared up was a lattice shaken by the impact and the wizards who passed out. In it, only one stood.

A wizard grabs the hood he's wearing. The cloth at the neck of the robe swayed and I saw a fitted necklace of yellow gems. In this dim basement, it was strangely brilliant very well.

Put the hood back down. The dewy face.

- To nostalgia, even tears are going to overflow.

"Long time no see."

From the hem of her robe, a pink spider stuffed animal appeared and rang "Cuy". The magic girl remembered that it was a stuffed animal she named.

He slips through a lattice with wide gaps and comes into the cell. She seems to be the one to omit further when you normally wish you could open the key and let it in because it's open, but even that's a hundred million hijackings.

What a magical girl disguised as calm could say to that face was that she didn't love anything else.

"You changed your hair."

Then she pointed her lips like she was upset.

"It's been years since I've been reunited, and the first word of it?

"Then it's too late to rush."

Then he smacked me in the shoulder saying, "You're wrong about two words," he said.

Seems frustrating. I don't have a verse that comes to mind about what I don't care so much about... No, there was too much to know which, but all of that turned out to be different.

She told me the answer right away.

"Where I used the magic of defense in this situation, you'll just be impoverished, Llang"

"I thought I'd measure their power first."

"You just have to blow up enemies in every basement."

Still impotent. The magic girl raised her hands.

"Stop destroying me more than you need. Assuming this is my place of work."

"Yes."

I don't even know if I know or not, with a pungent look on her face, she tilted her neck. The trick is no different than it was back then.

"Then let's hear hope first. What kind of solution do you want?

"First of all, me and my kid, escape from the detention facility... escape outside the Caulkdier branch. On that road, lest the identity of the child be enlightened by other wizards. Then I want you to take me there because I have somewhere I want to go. Can you?"

Saying, the magic girl looked behind her back. I don't know what's going on, I'm shrinking and shivering in bed, and there's something funny about me, even if I know what's in it.

Does it reassure you that a stuffed animal is pounding on the back of an Iraja like that at the tip of your leg, where you are comforted by a spider stuffed animal brought in by a person who may be trying to reassure you, but who is not good at it?

- From the entrance in the basement, there's a new voice that's cute. Maybe I overdid it busily. Reinforcements will be here soon.

With her hands on her hips, she sighed.

"Totally. Trouble, please."

Difficult?

"I mean, it's hard, it's a pain in the ass"

Apparently, even the garbage was thrown away, releasing the wand I was holding. She falls on the floor and makes a light noise, but she doesn't care about that stuff. She also doesn't need a cane or anything.

"But Ma. If that's what Lyan says, I will."

At the request of the magic girl, wrapped her robe around her arm, and she...

The fantion, still in a blurry tone, said:

"Nothing else. My fiancée asked for it."