The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Escape, it wasn't difficult where I said.

Before the Wizard's reinforcements came, we were just talking about transferring with the magic of the fantion. The phrase "I'll fly because it's troublesome," whimpered the fantion shortly before the magical activation, remembering something thin in my spine, but I don't have time to ask.

When the magic of the transition was activated and the remnants of the magic disappeared, the view around the spread was an unfamiliar place for Soaran.

"Is this...?

Ilaja - both of whom are already back where they were - stuck in Soaran's arms, looks around. But Soaran, too, doesn't know where this is. When I was having trouble answering, the fantion told me instead.

"On the outskirts of the city of Vealton"

Cheng Cheng, I was convinced that was what I meant by flying. I said I wanted to escape the Witches Association Caulkdier branch, but I don't need to bother making that destination the city of Caulkdier. At the same time, I was surprised that she had already guessed what Soaran had said 'Where I Wanna Go'.

In contrast to the blurring Soarans, the fantion was meant to be a disguise, took off the wizard's robe, and put on his glasses. When we were also advised that it was not good as it was, but that we had something to wear - the fantion asked "this way".

"Where are you going?"

"Fine. Follow me."

Is there a place or something in this city that she is making up? I don't know, I try to move my head when I don't know, but I just took it off my whole day in jail in the first place, and I can't stop thinking a lot. It was best to try not to only make my men anxious. Especially right after I got my first partner I could count on back in years.

I follow you wondering where the hell you're taking me, but it doesn't mean anything. It was a very regular coffee shop.

Are you familiar with him, the waitress laughed and said, "Ah, there you are," when she saw the face of the fantion.

"I booked a private room last night, I wonder if it's okay"

"Yeah, it's good in the back, right? Take your time."

When I get the waitress's permission, I just move on with my legs. Soaran and Ilaja rushed after her.

"Do you know the shop?"

"I used to live in this city. One of the stores I used a lot around that time"

"Once upon a time?"

"After I left that house, only for a little while"

That 's--

But I couldn't ask in depth. After the fantion was reported dead, I always wanted to know what she would be doing by now if she were alive, and after I found out she was really alive, where the hell she was and how she had lived.

In the private room, there was one table and four chairs. The fantion first recommended the back seat to care for Ilaja, and when he saw her seated, he pointed Soaran at the table with his jaw, "Go wherever you want," he said.

Depending on where you sit, the calming chair of the fantion also changes. I chose next to Ilaja for the lost citation because I kind of didn't like being face-to-face with the two women or sitting next to the fantasy.

The menu also belonged to a regular coffee shop. Cakes, sandwiches, soups, and more.

"What do you want?

"I don't have it."

"Don't worry. I'll lend it to you."

Luxury, not to say fancy.

"At high interest"

More and more like a fantion.

The fantion probably noticed and ignored Soaran's expression, which he wanted to complain about. Next turn to Ilaja, who sits next to Soaran, and create a smile full of charity, which Soaran opponents would never do.

"Whatever you like, too. Eat something warm first and relieve the tension"

"Yes. Thank you."

"Don't worry. It's all a luxury for Llang."

It's me.

"Do you have a complaint?

".................. no"

Kusu, kusu and a slight laugh. Ilaja was laughing.

What I asked for was tea with cold fancies, Ilaja with cake and orange juice, and Soaran with pasta and salad. - So when I was about to finish, the fantion added, "Pasta for three, one more corn potage please".

I thought the fantion would eat too, but for that there is a lot of pasta.

"You've been imprisoned and barely eaten, so it won't be enough for one person."

"That's why there's too many triplets."

"I'll keep it with you, too. It's okay."

The food was transported immediately, whether they had chosen and booked a store with a short waiting time for meals.

One of the things that caught my eye was the pile of seafood pasta. The potage that arrived was not a fantion, but crossed under Iraja. "Because warm soup calms your heart," he said.

- When the meal proceeded and Soaran's belly swelled, the fantion cut it out.

"Well. I guess it's time to start talking"

The first thing the fantion did was say hello to Ilaja. Deep in the seat across the street, he bows his head toward Ilaja.

"I'm late to say hello. Again, I'm François, the fiancée of Sheer Lyan, and I'm a fellow with the Witch Society's Department of Magic Studies. All will have an 'ex', but I used to encourage my work at the Witches Association. Though Soaran is not even a man, I would like to thank him deeply and deeply for his dedication under it."

"Ex... no, ah, ah, uh, thank you very much for your kindness. I'm Iraja, affiliated with the Coakdier branch of the Witches Association and a special agent wizard. Best regards,"

I lowered my head so I was worried that my hair would soak in potage.

The fantasy is to observe Iraja like that.

Then I saw Soaran.

"Llang"

"What?"

"He's not a good kid. How did you say that?"

"That's not what I'm saying."

"Getting your hands on my men is getting pretty good."

"That's not what I said."

"I've grown taller."

"Thanks"

Do you want to praise me or make a fool out of me?

Fansion remarks and behavior. Though the appearance was more suitably grown up than it was back then, the personality has not changed as if it had jumped over time since then. Free to run, selfish, yet somehow, powerful to attract people.

"More than that, fantion. We need to exchange information. Your sister..."

"If you mean that girl, you'll be fine."

The fantion says as he wraps the divided pasta around the fork as he wraps it around the dish.

"That kid is where he can't be easy right now. It's safe now."

"I hope so."

"Blah, blah, blah. Because even I don't really want to go there."

"That's it."

Where the hell is Crewe now? I'm curious, but if the fantion is going to say that much, there's got to be no mistake.

The fantion frowned unexpectedly. The cause is her fork. Too much to wrap up the pasta and it's swollen to excess in one bite. I wish I could take it off once and rewind it. I didn't like it either. After cruising, I carried it to my mouth like I had decided to. I don't think you're a lady. Nasty.

And so as to destroy her birth as a courtier, she began to talk about the rice cake with pasta in her mouth.

"I mean, more than that, Llang will have something to talk about."

"What?"

"Hey, lady."

Iraja, suddenly shaken by the story, raised her voice upside down, holding the spoon of soup. Reactions that were unexpected, rather than perceived through the mind.

The fantasy laughed.

"I can't help but ask Llang," he said.

"Wow, I don't"

"I can't, I can't. Listen to everything you want to hear. Because I can help you with as much as you want for questioning. Like, like... like, a magic girl?

"Huh...!

Seeing the breathtaking Ilaja, the fantion turned to Soaran, pointing a meaningful gaze. You still didn't say, a gaze close to contempt.

"So now you don't have to steam it back......!

"Because it wouldn't be fair. I can't believe I got nothing in return for a healthy young lady admiring Lyan, getting into a detention facility alone, getting rid of her enemies and even saying 'Leave me alone'"

"Mi, have you seen......!?

"If you were watching, how could you not have come to help sooner, you!

"You'll be rude if I interrupt your immersion in two worlds."

It would be more rude to expose it later.