The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

- It took a few moments before a reassured brain could grasp the meaning.

And the moment I grasped it, I forgot who the person sitting across the street was. It wasn't a big problem - they knew about that 'physique'!

As soon as I realized it, I managed to fasten the thought circuit that was moving. And strive to remember as accurately as possible what Krulol told us. I called a doctor, overworked and fell. I'm putting school off tomorrow. Of all the things I've told you, was there a description of her current whereabouts about the 'present' treatment? Didn't you dare tell me? Too late the alarm rings in my head.

I open my mouth without deciding what to say.

But Crew Lol just said one thing without even turning his three white eyes and getting up off the couch, he just said,

"Sit down."

And I said.

I finally realized then that I was getting up off the couch at some point.

Follow the instructions and lower back again. Though he remained focused on his feet so that he could act as soon as he knew something was happening to his employees. Crew lol looked at this one with his chin up. To Sputnik's behavior, hum, and snort - I don't think I laughed.

"I told you she was sick. I'm letting you sleep in your room, there's no shortage - for you, I don't know."

Sigh when you find out that you don't matter to Crewe. complexion when he realized he was known for his' physique '. He would have taken Sputnik's behavior as a meaning. I can't read anything from my eyes in return. Naturally, it's too much load for me, such as exploring this man's true intentions.

"Without hiding, talk. What does that mean? That and where did you know him?"

That one.

- For me, the existence of Crewe.

Drink spit.

I was squeezing, I untied my fingers.

"... when I was still a traveling merchant."

It wasn't that long ago.

When I was traveling around the continent as a jeweler, trying to give back the thieves that happened to be attacking me and tickle me if I had anything good to do with them... Originally, when I went to examine (oh) the purely righteous mind to make sure they didn't commit crimes against travelers anymore, I found one girl there.

A thin body, dusty hair, broken nails, frightened eyes. - Gems stuck in your throat.

Then.

... I knew it wasn't a good idea to say that.

But the jeweler... No. It is obvious what a merchant who is still young and has no money or connections would think if he saw such a creature.

Then I don't have to tell you.

It was like squeezing out a voice.

"... I thought it would be a source of funding"

"Right."

But there was no more emotion in Crew Lol's response. It's like, when Sputnik says so, he expected.

"When your store once filed an application saying 'hire an employee,' why did you think that guy had such a child... you can't leave him alone more than you know what he's been doing to that girl. - As president of the Crew Lol Jewellery Chamber, I will protect that girl"

"No, I..."

A screaming voice.

The interruption was because the words I heard a few hours ago hit me back in the head.

Wizard Angelica's second daughter. She was a little further away from the Wizard Françoise and her fiancée, Soaran. She cried a lot, laughed a lot, and...

- First name.

"Do you have something to say"

You were suddenly surprised by the silent Sputnik, Krulol says.

But by then, Sputnik had already decided.

What I need to do now is neither an objection nor an excuse.

"... give me protection. You can do that, right?

"What?"

Sputnik was surprised that he was laughing in front of this man who seemed grumpy, in the current state of suspicion. But I couldn't help laughing.

The magic that brought Sputnik to this land. Uncontactable wizard Soaran. Sputnik still doesn't know what's going on among the wizards and what their intentions are, but 'something' seems to be happening. I can't say for sure at the moment that Crewe, who is the sister of the Wizard Fusion there, is unlikely to be involved in the future. No - if Sputnik, just a jeweler, were to get caught up in the wizard's troubles, there's nothing but crew entanglement. That's how I was magically forced to summon myself to this city, that is.

But. If you mean that you get the asylum of a crew lol with the title of president of the biggest jewellery chamber on the continent, in this situation where you can't even tell who's on your side and you don't know what's going to happen - no, not just now. In the future, Crewe's body will be fully protected by the Crew Lol Jewellery Chamber!

Then.

There was only one behavior I needed to take here right now.

"Yeah. Right."

Sputnik deposited his body on the back of the couch.

Put your arms on your elbows, put your feet together, and make them laugh 'badly' at best.

"I hired that girl - I made a lot of money for that girl over here from" Keep It. Beat me once and twice and I'll spit out the gem. If that girl is in my hands, the future perpetual robbery, my shop was supposed to be Antai. But I didn't expect you to know about that right now, here!

of crew lol sitting in front of me, my clenched fist is trembling. But what happened to it? Tighten the back teeth that tend to make noise. Ignore the sound of ringing like an early bell, open your eyes that get hot, and laugh at you with your pulling cheeks. If it's clear, it's what I'm best at.

By this proclamation, my shop, no. I don't know what my position as a jeweler will be like in the future.

But fine.

"Because they did it," Krew told Sputnik one day. Ever since then, she has been standing behind Sputnik as an employee. Then Sputnik must be present as her employer. As a store owner, Sputnik must use any hand to protect his employees. - More than she wanted to be an employee of our store!

Crew lol gets up. Those eyes, they're running blood in anger.

Though his voice was calm, he had no mercy on Sputnik.

"Sputnik jewellery store owner Sputnik. As for punishment as a member of the council, wait until it's too late."

But.

The last word told was what Sputnik wanted more than his heart.

"The employee's body shall be protected thickly at the meeting"

I hated crows.

When I was rushing out, I was roughed up by a gap that took my eyes off me. None of this was a good day to hold my head, as I learned in school. I feel the same way as I walk down a dark hallway.

However, what I lost this time is not a commodity - even though I think this is fine, twitching and springing up from the bottom of my belly is inevitable.

Furthermore, Sputnik's head is ruled so that the mystery of the wizards, the seeds of troubles that have not yet been solved, is mixed with a sense of loss. It also sharpened Sputnik's mental power again.

Walk through a carpet with long hairy feet. The corridor, which does not even stand in footsteps, is quiet, dark and slightly chilly. Wouldn't Crewe, who first came to this mansion, have thought of this hallway full of strangers?... Here, what would she have thought?

A gaze turned to the floor, and how much would you have walked like that?

"Good evening, Mr. Sputnik"

I was accidentally called out, and I looked up - and a little further down the hall, there was a shadow for one person.

I'm looking at this one. I thought you were a servant, but you didn't.

"... ma'am?

Maria, wife of Crew Lol. "Long time no see," she affirmed.

He's the wife of a jeweler chairman, but because of his weakness, he doesn't often show up in public. I forgot how many years ago we last saw each other, but even more than that, it seems like it was done.

Only now, however, the blood didn't look so bad. If you're talking about complexion, rather,

"We're out of time. This time, our employees..."

"Oh, uh-huh. From the look on his face, did he set up moxibustion again today?

"No, the..."

To Sputnik, who turned away, Maria held her mouth and laughed.

I know exactly how dark it is to be blue, and I laugh. In its mouth and expression, I don't dislike it. Sputnik was laughing, too.

"... yeah, well. A little."

"That's right. That was just fine, Mr. Sputnik. I need to ask you a favor."

I met my hands next to my face, and I just came up with something, something like that.

but there was a strange acting look there. What do you want me to do? Pretend not to notice the deliberateness and encourage ahead.

"Please...? What is it?"

"If you have time, would you give me a lift to my room? I was walking around the mansion, but I was stuck with my servant and I was in trouble."

Sputnik thought there was something ridiculous about that. It's both insane for a lady to walk in the mansion at such a time, to 'rip off' with a servant, and to use a guest instead of a servant.

But she's Sputnik's "Behind the Eyes," if you will. No, the future punishment will probably result in the removal of the meeting, and then there will be nothing on the horizon, no business partners - even though. Whatever the future holds, that's the relationship now. If that's what she wants, she's in no position to say no. Deeply saluted,

"... if it's okay with me, I'll come with you. Where's your room?

"Thank you. This way."

Soft carpet with four or two pairs of feet on it. Slower than usual, according to Maria's stride.

Maria opened her mouth as she walked down the hallway and started going up the stairs.

"Which one are you staying at?

"... that's Harvey's inn"

I didn't say I hadn't decided yet because I was in trouble when they said, "Then I'll take care of you". I could feel free to make a loan to this house any more.

It was the name of the inn that Natsu said. "Oh, yeah," Maria said to it, "the dining room over there is so delicious cake when you go to tea time," she gave me local-like information. However, Sputnik, who doesn't have any information other than his name about the inn, has trouble dealing with it when he talks in too much detail. I don't want you to eat too much, and I'm answering vaguely,

"That's right. It's about him."

Unexpectedly, the subject changed. That guy - crew lol.

Currently, that's the same topic I don't really want you to touch on.

"Don't get too sick. That guy, especially now, he's in a bad mood. I don't know, he said he made a deal around the evening, but your opponent got away with it."

"To make a deal..."

I didn't know there was anything that crew lol could do to someone. No, I know he makes mistakes because he's human, too, but it's hard to imagine.

Slowly climbing the stairs step by step, Maria continued her words in the same slow tone as her footsteps.

"Besides that, Mr. Crewe - the precious lady you're keeping would have fallen ill and fallen asleep, too, right? I was so stubborn until just now that I might not have taken enough care of myself. That guy who rounds his back in a sunset room, yeah. He even felt sad."

Stinky. I can't imagine more than I can get into, such as where that crew lol would be like that. Maria laughed as the image was struggling to keep up.

"So please, don't overthink Mr. Sputnik either"

"... but this time too, because it is my scattered seed"

"Oh, well"

As surprised, keep your mouth down.

"Mr. Sputnik's grown up, too. If I were you as a student, I would have eaten him head-on."

When I was a student, would I have been so pointy? - I can't deny it.

After going up the stairs, Maria exhales. This guy sure didn't have a good lung for a long time. He seemed to notice Sputnik watching how things were going, grinning and nodding "I'm fine". Maria, who moved from the stairwell to the hallway upstairs, looked at the end of the hallway.

"More than that, Mr. Sputnik. You have one more favor to ask."

"- Ah."

To overlap her words, Sputnik came on and raised her voice.

At the end of the dark corridor, I saw a shadow nestled. It's

"... Sputnik...?

Looks like he noticed this one over there, and his familiar voice called Sputnik. The moonlight as it plunged through the window lit the side of the girl walking in an irresistible foothold.

My body hardens. - You can't be a party.

But the other side yawned loudly, heh.

"Um... your room, it's weird... go to the bathroom, when you come back, the bed, it's not there. And the room, it's kind of, it's elongated... heh..."

It's elongated because this isn't the room, it's the hallway. I don't have a bed because it's a hallway.

Many others, arranging the difference from everyday - home in Liafiat City - have given up, "It's Nemo," he said in a tongueless tone, leaving his body with Sputnik. Touching the neck was a little hot, but it wouldn't be floating in heat.

Hold him and rub his own head around Sputnik's chest.

"Mr. Crewe, you seem to be falling asleep"

Mmm, the roaring crew doesn't even wonder why Sputnik is here, the shards. Before you're clear about your consciousness, you might want to put it back in the world of your dreams.

"Totally...... the bed is this way. Look, come on."

"Hey Bo... the blur... up...?

You listened to Maria, and she looks back and interprets, supporting Crewe, who is saying something about the mound. Maria flickered her thin fingers and moved her mouth "Good night".

The room ahead that I opened was not likely to be large in view of the size of the mansion. But it's not so much too narrow. It would be just the right salt plum for a person to wake up alone.

In the bed, there was a client. Sputnik is also a familiar rabbit stuffed animal.

"Here, go to sleep"

"Mmm..."

As Crewe knelt down and went up to bed, he hugged the stuffed animal in a way he was used to. The position of the plush head is reversed and the tail is pushed into Krew's cheek, but the person in question doesn't seem to care much.

After a while - Crewe's shoulders tremble, cum, cum and little cough. I caressed my back lightly because I knew what that meant.

Eventually Crewe threw one gem out, on the pillow. Her 'physique'.

Crewe's lid opens snugly. I watched that, nature and words rolled out.

"Coo.... in viealton, is there any inconvenience"

"Daijibu, it's... um... lots, lots... kind, it's..."

"Right. … is school fun?"

"It's... funny, it's... it's in class... Lee, Lee... design... it's..."

"... right"

"And then the legend... it's just frightening... but funny... the stairs... the railings..."

Because he's falling asleep, everything he talks about is vague, vague, and there are many things he doesn't get the guidelines for. In this way, you don't even know who the hell you're listening to on the pillow. But even in that state, he seemed to know, 'Somebody's listening to me,' and when he hit the correlation, he laughed, loosening his cheeks.

Eventually Crewe stopped talking and began to sleep easily. Remove the handkerchief from your pocket and wrap the jewel that Krew spit out earlier, placing it on the pillow table.

While paying for her cheeky hair, Sputnik finally, tried to say something - but couldn't think of the right greeting, and ended up silent, dropping her off into a deep sleep.

Because I didn't know how long this would be a goodbye.