The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels (WN)

I stood in front of a single inn, to name but a few lost in the Fluffy City.

There are mountains of lodgings in this vast city of Vealton. If you just said you needed a place to cross the night, you didn't have to choose this inn. To be honest, maybe you shouldn't have chosen - if you went inside and asked your husband, he said there were vacancies. Still at that point, there was a gap to escape. But.

"Sputnik"

At last, the exit was crushed because I heard a voice calling my name.

No, in the first place, I said I should come to this inn - we should talk about it in this inn, and when I realized there was one possibility, there was no way out.

Combined, dining room. At the table closest to the entrance, she was drinking alone. Even though it can be used as a tavern, there are few guests, but I don't know what caused it. Maybe it happened to be that kind of day, maybe there's a better liquor store nearby, but it wouldn't make sense from what I've looked into.

Proceed to take the room and sit directly across the nut. Your cheeks are tinted like booze. Seeing this woman drinking was not in Sputnik's memory.

Nuts.

"You came."

"... I just didn't have a place"

Yeah, the nut that hits the connection like it's nothing and lifts the jock. Is it still quite heavy, muscles floated around the back of a thin, feminine hand.

White foam and golden liquid shake. She was faceless looking at it.

"Just now, Nah."

Sputnik said, looking at the nuts pouring the beer down his throat.

"I've met Yuki."

"Oh, yeah. Good for you."

The reply is very light. Are you guessing that they suspect who you are - that you are being felt? "It's dangerous for one of the women to walk at night," he said, scowling at the cracker. On the crackers are anchovies, cheese, and tomatoes.

But that's all I said. The usual guy would have heard a lot more about it. So I've always complained about you not sniffing around about people when you're loud, when you're a caretaker.

"Why don't you ask me for something?

"You are"

When I spoke, my nut's neck moved. I'm going to see Sputnik, but he's out of focus. I have a slightly distant eye. Because of that, I swallowed the word I was about to say.

Because the woman in front of me was too far from the nuts I knew.

"If you have something to say, say it."

"... I need to ask you something"

The nuts didn't listen back. Don't even say you deserve permission, frown a little, sip a beer. Do you want to talk on your own?

I don't even have anything to dampen my mouth with Sputnik. With all the remorse that you didn't place the order, I started talking.

"Why are you in Vealton City?"

I already explained, or I told you I was traveling, or something. If you were my usual nut, I'm sure you would have said that.

But I won't tell you. That leads to mistrust.

"When I first met you, you said something about why you were in this city: 'My boss embarrassed me about my low vacation acquisition rate'. But then this coincidence is too much."

Whether you're listening or not, the amount of beer keeps decreasing. I can't even relate. Is that reopening? You want me to stop playing dummy on my nuts? I don't know.

But we have to talk. Because I don't have any other hands to hit.

"How could that vacation destination be, more importantly, the same place I was forced to be brought here... in the city of Vealton?... If it's just tourism, if you're here to stretch your feathers, why do you care about me?"

Thus, during a pleasant vacation, a troublesome person who seems to have strange circumstances - it also doesn't make sense to think about progressing and having contact with the person who usually has that much.

"Why didn't you show him your I.D. police notebook when you greeted Leo?"

It's possible to resemble who you are and how you behave. But isn't it because you couldn't fake the police notebook correctly?

A nut that happened to leave Liafiat City happened to be in Vealton City, and the place thrown out by the wizard happened to be in front of the nut. I'd rather think about it that way.

- Isn't it too natural to think that the wizard who summoned the Sputniks to this city because of some circumstance is turning them into nuts and monitoring the Sputniks' trends?

No.

Wasn't that magic meant to bring Yuki out of this city, not himself, in the first place? Thinking about it, there were points of convergence everywhere. That Yuki disappeared as soon as she came to this city, and that she disappeared as soon as she appeared flustered to explore how it was going. Isn't that because I was discerning that this woman in front of me was not a nut - a wizard turned into our acquaintance? Wasn't I just an ordinary person who got caught up in the fact that no one explained the situation to me that I could be on my way in this city?

Who Krew is, his magical transfer, his face-to-face with Krew Lol,... his breakup with his employees. Too many things happened today. Too many things have happened and nothing has been sorted out.

Even though I say so.

Even this woman, who should have seen it, is struck by a tremor different from the cold, that she should not believe it.

In his blunt head of motion, Sputnik turned to someone in front of him and asked.

- Who are you?

The woman with a small mouth count.

Fulfill, next, what will you say?

Hold your breath, wait.

She's...

"What? Who are you?"

The answer to the query was different from any of Sputnik's expectations.

"... Huh?

I listen back, but she doesn't say anything as it is and doesn't make it slight. Apparently, you're staring at the beer bubbles.

What do you mean, I don't know.

"Um..."

"Kanpai!!

"Whoa!?

At the moment of her dreaded peep, her whole body jumped pitifully, screaming untouched.

She stared at the jock again for a while and then, still tilting the jock abruptly, she rang her throat and drank the other half at once. The eyes are strangely seated, but the trick is majestic, and I remember the unsaid horror.

Return the empty jock to the table. Because I put it rough, Don, it made a loud noise. The sound echoed loudly in a sparsely populated liquor store.

"Hey."

She called off the walking clerk, in a low, unfathomable voice.

"Any of it would be fine, uh... you know, it's over there, second from the right, the bottle. Give me one of those."

"Yes, there are two glasses..."

"I don't need it. Cork, open it and bring it."

Quickly, it took less than five minutes for the rushed clerk to come back with the specified items.

Wine with cork plugs removed is replaced with jocks. The nut grabbed it by the neck.

"If people were worried about turning their hands on this, they'd suddenly show up in front of me."

"... what?

One word of hers, with the bottle still in his grip. But I don't mind Sputnik's reaction or anything, she just takes the word for it.

"He said he stayed with you without asking you anything because there was going to be some serious situation, but don't follow me. Tell me. Fuck you, what? Who are you, pushing people where they're drinking? Are you gonna stick it on? That would have been a waste of effort. It's not cool at all. Which sounds stupid. Really, you look like an idiot. I'm gonna laugh."

I opened my mouth, and I said, "I said," Ha-ha-ha. "I'm not laughing. It's not a laugh. She did say that. Even remember something flattering in your spine, emotionless, funny, words.

So I realize. She's pretty, drunk.

"I'm not sure what you're trying to say."

"Hey."

Even so, Sputnik was surprised when he pressed his mouth directly against the mouth of the bottle and started drinking the grubby wine. I stretch my arms to stop drinking like I gave up, but that's not necessary, and the nuts lower the bottle faster.

And still pale in a low voice,

"I mean, you're curious right now -" Who I am, "is that it? Prove it, and you'll be relieved?

What. What's this guy trying to say?

I couldn't answer that it was true or not to the unexpected, and in front of a flashing sputnik, the nuts stood up. Keep the liquor bottle in one hand.

And I told him.

"I'm coming."

"Duh, where?

"It will be decided, police station veal alton headquarters. If you go and ask me at the desk, you'll prove my identity as a police officer instead of a police notebook."

Stay standing and sip more wine.

"Organizations are convenient because we can ID them even far from the local area. Besides, the police are open twenty-four hours, so even at this hour, they'll take proof procedures. The night shift is rough on my skin, but really, it's convenient when it's like this. Look, get up quick. Let's go. Here."

"Hey, wait a minute!

I grabbed Sputnik's arm and shook his left hand in a hurry. Then the nuts rounded their eyes. Even though my white eyes are congested, I notice them unexpectedly.

"You're not going?

"Yes, no, not going or not going, the"

You can't keep getting drunk at her pace like this. I manage to take the lead in the conversation, but I can't think of a good one - cluttered,

"Oh, yeah."

Suddenly, I raised my bounced voice. Shake your powerless hands wide, pan, pan and meet. Cheerful tricks.

"Hey, what's up?"

"I remember. Proof that I'm the nut you know - then there's an easier way to get to the police station."

On that face, a garlic, unpleasant grin.

I don't care what she was going to do, but what she did, it was just a word, a word.

It was just a word. Although.

Sputnik was thereby struck by a strange sensation that crossed his mind.

"- 'That's why I won't tell you'"

What's the word?

"Remember?

Behind her laughing eyes, there's something definitely hot.

It's not dark enough to call it hate. There is no color, only heat.

"'If, for example, the thing that bears it was something that survives, something that touches the law, can you support it? Even if you support it, does' your organization 'allow you to support it?' - I don't miss a word, I remember. So much for dreaming!

Sputnik, too, I remember.

When Krew's kidnapping noise occurred, it was the day he and I faced each other in the police station Liafiat City Interview Room. Words that Sputnik bumped into when he felt irritated and disgusted about the nuts lining up his empty beauty like he wanted to help or help. Only the two of us who were there - all I know is Sputnik and the nuts, Sputnik's, rumbling about the nuts.

Only two 'real' people on the spot, words to know.

Know that, she is.

That is.

"You are"

Leaking out of his own mouth was an empty, cold voice.

"... are you, really, real, nuts"

As I affirm, I saw the nuts exhale wildly.

From Sputnik's shoulder, he lost his strength. Relax, close your eyes. The speculation came off, and the killer search went back to the shake, but she was certainly the one I knew in front of me.

"Good," my heart says. Learn to relieve.

But...

The only thing that fit with it was Sputnik's heart.

"Hey."

Called in, face up.

My nuts and eyes met.

His eyes, still, watched Sputnik.

"You always do, don't you?"

"Huh?"

Because I was distracted, or out of my own throat, I heard a blurry voice when I did.

No, I don't know.

The nuts drew the dish that was sticking out, and when I took one of the baguettes myself, I bit it off and drank it down with wine.

"Ever since we first met. Doubt it on your own before you talk too much, refuse it on your own. Besides, this time, I'm missing something to say, until I say," I'm blind. "

"- It is"

Momentum on the spot, or she picked the wrong word herself - I opened my mouth because I wanted to excuse her so, but she doesn't seem to want an excuse.

Keep talking without allowing Sputnik to speak.

"I don't know what you're misunderstanding me for right now, and I don't know what you're suspecting me of, and I don't know what you're here for. But - you've been thrown out into this city because of some circumstance, and as much as you're in trouble, you'll know!

I don't have words to answer, in the front of Sputnik.

Nuts said again.

"'I'm blind,' you said."

That's today's.

"'So I won't tell you,' you said."

That's from that day.

"I'm not stupid."

It is.

I wonder how long she had been lurking that emotion in her belly.

Ever since I met Sputnik in Vealton City. After seeing the rotten Sputnik after Crewe traveled. No. More...

"I help someone, not because I'm a police officer. Nor is it because I belong to an organization called the police. Something tells me the policy isn't for a reason. - What kind of permission do you have for me wanting to help someone!?

The nut that slapped the table along with the golden cuts shook his head wide. It leaves the skin. Dark hair spreads over the scalp, and blurring and large tears fall from the glaring eyes.

The nuts scream briefly at Sputnik, who is stunned.

The behavior was not too nutty, but the cry was more nutty than anyone else's.

"Rely on me!