The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

Ilaja wandered her gaze all over the place for a while, but eventually decided her heart, or she put the spoon she gripped back on a plate of potage. Cuts, and small noises grip Soaran's heart hard.

She puts her hand over her leg, bites her lips, and leans down.

As I whispered, I told him.

"Who is the magic girl... you were like Soaran"

No, he said. If I could tell, it would have been easier.

To cut through that place, he just borrowed what he read and knew in the dossier. It was easy to answer that. I don't know if Iraja is convinced, but if her boss, Soaran, says so, she can't pursue herself any further. I knew that too. But...

"... sorry"

Why not?

I couldn't do that anymore.

"I've been deceiving you. I'm sorry."

Deep and deep, I bowed my head.

I couldn't come up with any more words. Whatever you said was only an excuse, and I didn't want to make a boring explanation, pointing the escape at Iraja.

As a person once deprived of much by the association, I had a thirst to accomplish it. But at the same time, it hurt her to hate and chase the Magic Girl. I knew it, but...

You can't say anything right now because you knew you'd been hurting her.

As a magic girl, I remember a few things I talked to Ilaja about. While showing her face as a good boss, she has continued to behave in a manner that tramples her efforts behind her back.

While you know it's an unacceptable behavior.

- I'm not good enough to be with you.

With a head I can't lift, I think. If she's not good, what the hell am I?

After some silence, Ilaja's words reached his ears.

"... you said the same thing before"

He had a soft voice.

"Face up, please"

Raise your fearful face.

Ilaja was laughing. But you noticed that the expression was not suitable for the occasion, and it quickly became harsh, and your cheeks swelled.

"Dear Soaran, I'm angry."

"Yeah."

"Very, very angry"

"Yeah."

"As a magic girl, you've been fooling me. Angry, naturally."

"... yeah"

"But"

Ilaja just temporarily leaned down to think of something. It's not long when it's similar to that hesitation, and it'll be over soon.

Ilaja's conclusion, which he later drew, was brief.

"I forgive you."

Every sound was spinned with care, every word of it.

It was like getting into Soaran's mind.

"... so am I. I want you to forgive me, Master Soaran."

"If it's something I can do."

What follows is a whisper, Ilaja's confession.

If there was something I could do to myself, I wanted to do anything to make it happen. Upon hearing that reply, Ilaja makes a smile like a soldier.

But then her words...

It was beyond Soaran's comprehension.

"Please forgive me for asking you to look at me as a single woman"

"Huh...?

I didn't know immediately what they confessed.

View as one woman. Who? Who?

But I had something in mind. As a magic girl, about the night I heard about the crying Ilaja troubles. Iraja said she had someone in mind. He said he was a wizard at the Coachdier branch of the Witches Association. I had no idea, I just knew that the other person was an impudent person anyway. That's why a few days ago, I had my head in my head wondering if there was any way to know who that person was...

My head turns bright white.

Later.

In order in my head, all sorts of things come back.

Result.

"Pia," Soaran exclaimed oddly.

"Oh, oh, what, that, me!? Was it me?

But Iraja doesn't seem to be able to afford to answer anything anymore. He's turning bright red to his ears, leaning down, shaking his shoulders.

Clumsy, full of failures, but a straight girlfriend.

Sigh leaks.

Tasty, I thought.

"... Ilaja. I'm..."

But then.

No, there was another unproductive sound.

When Soaran returns to me and looks at you, the fantion says, "Ah." It was the sound made by the straw of a glass of fantion.

Soaran and Funstion's, with a staggered gaze. - After that,

"Go ahead, go on"

"I won't go on!

Soaran yelled at her as she cared, or at the hand of the fantion offered to encourage her to go ahead.

"No. Really. Never mind. What am I?

"It's nothing. Even if I do continue, I will do it where you are not!

My face is hot. When she saw that Iraja and the like were so embarrassed herself - she had deliberately changed to the direction of the chair and turned her back on Soaran.

Anyway, I'll get back to you.

"To how far? Until around" I Was Deceiving You "?

"Until we talk about your sister!

"Okay."

I thought it would make a little more fun of me, but surprisingly, her reply was light. "Well, let's leave the store," he takes his seat with a slip.

"No, hey, fantion"

Soaran stood up in a hurry. With Ilaja, after the functionality.

"We're not done talking, are we?

"It's not over, but..."

with the tip of the plank pinching the slip against his jaw, the fantion said.

"If you want to talk about it, there's someone I want you to meet."

"Someone you want me to meet? Who?"

"'Cause I'll know soon enough."

Accounting at the cashier, the fantion goes outside ringing the store doorbell, taking the word the clerk sends out on his back. Soaran and Iraja continue...

"- Ah."

To the crowd, I found the face I found out. I have one woman with me. The woman also looked familiar.

Soaran's Known Face. Normally, he's not supposed to be here, but since I heard that 'message' from Alice in the detention facility, I've been expecting him to be. I don't know why they came to this city, but...

Who wants you to meet?

"Fansion. Could it be"

"Yeah."

He laughs happily that it was just the right time.

"Looks like we finally have all the actors."

The voice was well received and probably reached them, too.

said the fantion. It was a very bounced voice.

"Let's talk. Tell me about the girl who was loved by the gems."

At the neck of the fansion, the yellow gem glowed hard.