The user demon had stopped his legs at the end of the hallway bend.
I looked up at the sputnik I followed and I rang a word "cui" - the end of the line was equipped with a large door with both openings.
"... you want to go inside this?
"Cuy."
I'll knock twice. No reaction from inside. No sign of it. Doesn't seem dangerous, but that's just Sputnik's feeling. There is a good chance that someone is waiting for you to kill your breath.
Should we wait for Yuki and the others to catch up? But when I see that the sound of the destruction of Yuki and the others I hear is still not done, I guess I haven't finished cleaning it up yet.
The user demon hits the door with his body. The door doesn't even move tightly.
The user demon, who realized he couldn't do it, seems to have decided to rely on the tools next. Knit the yarn, make a thick string and start tapping it with pepper, but of course, it equals ineffective.
"I'll do it. Back off."
Touch the door. - Cold, iron sensation.
Grab and push each of the two longitudinally long handles, but no response. Though I pulled it off, the stiff noise of Gatin, blocked the door from moving. If you look, under the handle, there's a keyhole.
keyhole. If it were magically sealed, how would you not open the key in these places,
"... is it worth a try"
Apart from whether that was a good thing or a bad thing, it seemed to make sense that I had tied my familiar tool holder to my hips. Stand on your knees in front of the door, remove the slender needle from the tool holder, and plug it into the keyhole. Move the needle fine.
The feeling that the needle tip moves something.
There was a metallic sound.
"Cui, cu"
Translate it, well done, something like that. He climbs from his back to his head and rubs his eight legs around his hair.
With the user demon on his head, Sputnik stood up.
Grip the handle and pull.
No restrictions were imposed by magic. It weighed the way it looked, but still works well. It was found that the hinges were not as loud and were a commonly used room for their old-fashioned appearance and back.
What the hell...
"... here is"
There was a dark space, there.
Little can be seen only by the light from the open doors. Indoor floors are made of - stone, dull white in color. Precisely close to the generated color. The size of the room seems to be there, but there is no light whatsoever, so staring at it doesn't tell. Nevertheless, if you had something to move, you would know, so you found out that there was no one, or nothing, indoors.
but just in case.
"Coo.... are you there"
Again, no reply.
When I removed the phosphorus for tobacco from my pocket and rubbed it, I finally found out inside. Walking out of the room with his hands on the wall, a candlestick was found on the wall just off the entrance. Bring the phosphorus inch (match) on fire closer - then.
Whether to do so was a switch of some kind, all the candlesticks on the walls on all sides lit up at the same time, so pitifully I screamed.
"... that's a big room"
When he grumbled to delude the upset in his heart, under his feet the user demon rang "Cu".
Is there some kind of magic or experimental residue of burning or yellowing like broiled in fire all over the room? Compared to other locations such as hallways and entrances, it was easy to know that the equipment had long been in use without repairs.
As well as the floor, the walls are also generating colors, but this one depicts a mysterious text in its entirety, like ink. Sputnik has a line of characters that you can neither know what it means nor read out - this is what causes the creeps in the room. People are disgusted with things they don't understand themselves, even if there are certain laws in fact.
I try to rub it with my nail tips, but it seems to be engraved directly and doesn't look like it will disappear or seep.
In the corner of the room, a large white wood desk is placed so that it meets the wall perfectly. Above it are two maps, one depicting the continent and one depicting the vicinity of Vealton. Although there are multiple other documents, they are written in a language not known to Sputnik and cannot be read. Where was the letter, it resembled the letter on the floor?
And in the center of the room, a wooden cube. On top of that, there is one jewel of fist magnitude, which is placed flat. I hesitated a little to get close, but after worrying, my curiosity as a jeweler prevailed.
Don't touch it, keep your face close to the gem. It has a light red color. There are few scratches on it, and there is no mixture of impurities. The size was stunning, as was the head of the child. I remembered that one day I was taught that if it flowed into the market, it would be of considerable value - just thinking.
Gems are magic water bottles.
Look down at the mysterious text that spreads beneath your feet. If you put as much magic into this gem as you can, what kind of magic can you use?
"This is-"
"The Magic of Remote Transfer"
I hear voices coming from outside my sight, and I turn all the way around. There's...
"Yuki."
Yuki stood alone at the entrance to the room.
"The enemy."
"End of rush. After that, I left it to Llang - because I could hear what I needed."
Beat the opposite shoulder with your right hand. To the leaking sigh, the colour of tiredness is dark.
Are you still happy to be reunited with the Lord, the user demon jumps a little and drops under Yuki's feet? Yuki was not interested in the obsessive user demon, he was just looking at the text under his feet.
"The magic of remote transfer consumes a vast amount of magic, so it's hard for a 'normal' wizard to activate it alone, anyway. It's like a few people can gather together to gather their magic and finally send one... and also because of the 'constraint of the beginners', it doesn't mean they can fly anywhere on the continent in an instant. Yesterday, railroads have developed. Given the extent to which the wizards have grown in technology, I think that from now on, technology called magic will become obsolete."
For what he spoke, Yuki's tone was pale and did not seem to worry about the future of his companions. I just take it for granted, such an atmosphere.
Suddenly at that time, I remembered something completely unrelated to this situation now. - I hate wizards, I mean people named Yuki.
She hated wizards. I thought Sputnik hated it as a "creepy, special power behaving arrogantly," just like the jewelers.
It is not. She's also a wizard with 'special powers'.
If so, what did she hate about the wizard?
- Did you dislike the unpredictable, unconstructive nature of the future?
Seeing Sputnik shut up, Yuki laughed all the time.
"... you've told an extra story"
Yuki tilted her little neck. I have flaky hair all over my face.
I sat there and looked at the text on the floor with my fingers.
"Wizards use magic tools when activating magic. A wand that amplifies magic, a flying wand, a mirror for interacting with people who are away - a tool for moving away."
"Where are we going?
"I can go anywhere, if I'm within my power.... just what Alice says"
I cut the words and pushed silence.
Looks like you're thinking something.
"Yuki?"
I put my hand in my cuff and threw something at him. The underfoot user demon moves around a little bit and receives it well. Positive circle hand mirror.
"Can you hear me?"
"Yes."
Out of the mirror, I heard a voice.
It's kept low, but I've certainly heard -
"Ilaja?"
"That voice is the owner, isn't it?
Eventually the mirror shook at the back of the user demon, reflecting a face that was not Sputnik.
Wizard Iraja.
"Contact Mr. Ilaja of the Coakdier branch by fantion and delightful colleagues of the Vealton branch. - What's it like over there?
"Yes, Master Soaran was caught, and there is noise within the branch. I said, 'I was sorting out paperwork and suddenly I was sleepy, and when I realized I was in the library. Maybe the magic girl put me to sleep,' and no one heard anything more. My acting skills don't seem to have been abandoned either."
Hmm, and I can see Iraja straining her chest.
Either that or I feel like I've just decided that the information I can get out of Ilaja doesn't seem like any more.
Then, Iraja puts aside a beat and continues with the most important report.
"I don't see Mr. Crewe"
"Yes..."
It's as if Iraja was expecting to report it that way.
It should have been one place where there was a possibility of lurking, but despite being told I didn't see it, it didn't look like it sank in Yuki.
"Thank you. Be careful."
"Yes, take care of yourselves."
When Yuki twirled the tip of his finger, the mirror swayed as if he had thrown stones at the water again - also reflecting Sputnik's face. No more Ilaja, no more voice, no more.
The room calms down properly, Sputnik thinks. - Until earlier, what were you two talking about? But Yuki spoke pompously faster than Sputnik remembered, and quicker than he could come up with a word to call again.
"... Krew is"
Calling my dear sister's name, she hadn't seen Sputnik.
Staring at the floor, but also slightly different from looking at the magic formation.
"Krewe is now in the division of the Institute of Direct Jurisdiction of the Witches Association Headquarters"
"Branch?"
"I made Alice throw up. Lyan destroyed it as a magic girl... and now it's off-limits. After the fantion died, it would be easy to understand if Crewe said it was an institution that was hidden. Javot is there now"
"Do you know where? The means to get there."
"I can go. I would, right now."
Yuki said - if you're a wizard as much as a fancy, then there's no making.
"But"
The reversal connects. Yuki's gaze, yet, doesn't turn this way.
"Before that, to me. There's someone I need to see."
Is that more important than Crewe - and suppressed the words that went out to his throat? I don't need to be told. I should have put it on the scale.
As a result of the weighing, Yuki concluded that she had to.
"Then."
If Yuki doesn't want to go, instead - no.
Not instead.
No one else.
"Fly me under Ku."
Told you.
Finally, Yuki's jaw rose. Remove the glasses - I stared at the wax in the lens for a while and then threw it on the floor. I showed her poor vision, but if you think about it, her glasses are disguised. Nothing wrong with bare eyes.
Now, Yuki's gaze is still, no doubt, piercing Sputnik's eyes.
"You're not even a wizard. I just let you go. What's the point?"
sharp eyes. Yuki knew correctly both the power of Sputnik and the power of the wizard Javot. Sputnik also knew he was no match for the Wizard when he challenged him from the front.
But still,
I have to protect him.
I see Yuki's eyes without laughing, without cowardice. Usually, I would have strayed quickly, but now...
How long has it been?
"... Sputnik"
Yuki called Sputnik.
"I..."
Trying to say something.
Once, I shut my mouth. After a hesitant silence, again, words are spun.
"When I (the fantion) was to be killed and we couldn't live together, that child was sent to the lab alone. After the collapse of the lab, that kid was alone, missing.... When Sputnik found that girl we lost sight of, I relieved myself with all my heart. And..."
And.
More than that.
"I wanted to thank you for saying that you would 'hire' her as a shopkeeper. I wanted to pray from the bottom of my heart so that she wouldn't suffer alone."
I couldn't live with my dear sister, my sister's words.
Where Yuki - the fancy - didn't get it because he wanted to, he got it.
"Hey, Sputnik."
In his grinning eyes, there are no tears.
I have an envy and a wish.
"Please, Krew, don't leave him alone anymore."
It is a relatively recent story from the Sputnik jewellery store.
I can't remember any more details, but it's true that Crewe took Sputnik's joke that day.
Who the hell does that look like, a very serious kid? But I have some difficulty being slightly too serious. It's just a joke, so I wish I had a little laugh and ended it, but I seriously jumped out of the store that day.
Close the store and go out to find something to keep Krew in the mood. I walked into a familiar coffee shop with the cheap idea of even giving me something sweet, and found Crewe who was in the store.
I didn't feel very good, but turning my heels back doesn't seem to be good for our spirit. Arrange for a seat away. And...
When Crewe noticed Sputnik's visit, he came out of the chair. I stood next to Sputnik, not if I thought I was going to say one of the complaints, and I was slightly upbeat and chested.
Nuts and Elsa stare at the sight. When asked what he had said, Elsa laughed a little,
"Secrets"
I answered, etc., so I knew immediately that these guys seemed to have planted extra things again.
The way home.
As I walked shoulder to shoulder in a city completely stained with dusk, Crewe mentioned something odd.
"Mr. Sputnik"
"Hmm?"
"Will Mr. Sputnik stay with me even if my 'physique' heals"
……
How can you ask me that?
Did they blow in the boredom at that coffee shop? I guess so because there's nothing else I can think of. Should you still have asked me about the details?
I thought I could ignore it, but when I glanced at Crewe without any concern, I felt like answering something because I was looking at this one with strangely hot eyes.
But now, what did you say? Think about it for a second.
"... chopping up your current shop by yourself will break your bones"
I knew I had a definite answer to the question. And I also knew that the 'answer' in my stomach was not exactly what I had spoken, but that's all I had to say then.
Still, to Crewe, that seemed to be enough to pass, grinning and laughing.
Sputnik shook the little hand he had been offered because he wouldn't ask if he was going home holding hands.
That's when I...
- What did you think?
I'm not sure anymore.
Just like when you were flown from Liafiat City to the dark city of Vealton.
Yuki's magic is activated and Sputnik's world is anointed with white.
The next time my vision returns, the view I see is not that of the Vealton branch.
But what was standing in front of me was a child I knew well,
It's certainly shouting its own name,
Cry.
I'm sorry, it's not worth it just to say.
I couldn't afford to just show him that I was scared.
So it's just...
"You kept me waiting."
Hold it close.
"- If you're pulling out an employee, it would be muscle first to get permission above. Yep?"