Crewe puts a lot of effort into his eyes.
Gaze at the wizard.
- In a place without him.
Make your heart desperate, exciting.
"Who are you? What can I do for you?"
"Don't be so scared. I am not willing to harm you. Now, look. You don't even have a cane, do you?
Laugh like trouble and spread your hands. Nothing.
"I'm Javot. of the Witches Association Cokedier Branch, we are the Branch Manager"
"Corkdier... Soaran and Ilaja's?
"Yeah. My men used to take great care of me at your jewelry store. Also, before I was assigned to Cokedier, I was studying magic at an institute under the direct authority of the Witches Association."
"Magic researcher...... same as Mr. Funshon...?
"Françoise the Wizard was a colleague"
It was a shame, and I lay my eyes down.
Long lashes.
- You look really sad.
"She was an excellent researcher. Learn well, work well, and contribute greatly to the technological development of magic - especially, he seemed interested in ore disease. Ore sickness… It's part of the wizard's body that spits out gems, but you know it well."
Breathtaking.
That's exactly...
"Dear Angelica also says that it was"
"Angelica......?
"Wizard Angelica. It's your mother."
Don't you remember, he asks, but I don't know Crewe.
It just sounded somewhat nostalgic.
"But the wizard Françoise, in the hands of some, pitifully, lost his life. The Angelica, who lost both of you, disappeared at the end of her disillusionment and went missing… I must take over her research and make it meaningful, even for Françoise, the wizard, who passed away half-will."
Crewe doesn't know if the words are real or fake.
Javot stares at Crewe.
"Research needs your cooperation. Please come with me, Mr. Crewe."
"Yes, but..."
Javot's straight eyes reflect Crewe. It doesn't seem cloudy.
If there's anything I can do, I'd like to help you, though.
"Oh, you know, um..."
"Yes."
From what, from where, should I talk? How can I tell you that?
I don't have too many words to know to tell you all my thoughts right now. I manage to squeeze it out, even though my throat is about to get stuck in the cradle.
"... Ku, Ku has... Ku has a lot of help, people. So I want to repay you. So, I'm a very important person, so I want to be next door all the time. So, so..."
So I can't go with you right now.
Sputnik is gone. I lied and left him. Still, Crewe missed him. - To do anything, to help someone. Meet him first, talk to him.
I don't want his opinion on my future. I decide for myself.
Don't rely on him, or be protected.
I just wanted to talk to him.
My throat is clogged. Because of emotion...... not. Something that comes up from behind your body, from inside your chest. The foreign body eventually coughs and rolls out of his throat. Cover your mouth to take it.
From between the fingers, the stiffness.
There was a hand to pick up the fallen gem.
"Is it someone important?"
Javot's, fluffy, sweet, gentle voice as a cotton candy that repeats Crewe's words.
And a softly floating smile for Crewe, who wishes to see him.
And...
"What do you care about that?
Krew's unwanted, the word also.
It was soft, sweet, gentle.
"Huh..."
To a cliché, Javot continues.
Rolling the jewel in your hand like a crouch.
"Whatever you need, prepare it for you. I will not put you through any difficulty. Your place is here. Beautiful clothes, toys, then..."
Then.
- He had snake-like eyes.
"We have a better match for you than a merchant like that. We're trapped underground now because it was a little rebellious, but we'll soon be adults. Not a bad look, not a bad amount of magic. Whatever you want."
Come on, a thin, beautiful finger offered.
But...
"I don't like it."
I could speak up.
My own voice reached my head quickly and clearly,
"I'm not going with you"
The fingers offered shook, and I saw Javot's cheeks pull. The stiff and the stiff made a rubbing sound.
"You're a deaf kid."
It was Olivia's toothpick.
The sound was followed by a low, low voice. I don't think he's the same person as his sweet voice earlier. Rough emotions are simmering in voices like deep sunken nights.
Manicure painted on white fingertips. It looks like blood.
"That's all I'm saying. I look like my sister, I'm not cute"
Emotions ride on trembling voices, like gushing from the bottom of your belly. Lost blood, powerless cheeks. Unfocussed eyes. I realized this was the nature of this man.
It wasn't even horrible now.
"It's okay, you're coming with me. You're gonna be my experimental animal."
"I don't like it."
Out of my outstretched hand, I turn around and run away.
Use the picture book as a shield, two more steps back, and take a distance.
"I don't mind being selfish because I can't hear you. I 'm-"
Javot's eyes trembling and distorting in anger.
I'm just a little scared, but that's not a good reason to fall back! Yes, I told myself, and Crewe stared straight at me.
Just be selfish, say it.
"I want to see Mr. Sputnik!
- That couldn't have been a spell.
Because Crewe doesn't know how to use magic.
But.
"You kept me waiting."
The moment I screamed, something grabbed Crewe from behind.
It's stretched. Besides, every picture book attracts me strongly, and I hit the wall shortly after rejecting it.
No.
It's not a wall.
As soon as we ascertained who we were, the relief spread to our faces, pushing everything over to Krew's heart, where so many things remained scattered.
In the peace of mind of the bystanders, the melting tears fall.
That 's--
Strong arms,
conspicuously long fingers of the verse,
A laughing face like a little fool.
"- If you're pulling out an employee, it would be muscle first to get permission above. Yep?"