"I read it."
It's Yuki's, memories as a fantion.
A conversation with Olivia, an educator, who has been Yuki for a long time and now has less to reflect on.
- The day after the functionality posted a letter. Olivia, who received the letter, came to visit the source of the fantasy.
Around that time, the fantion continued to work as an escort for Angelica and Crewe, while belonging as a researcher to an institute under the direct authority of the Witches Association. Via that institute, one day, from the headquarters of the Witches Association to the Fanstion, one order was given - "There was a problem with the association members in Liafiat City. Go as soon as you can and lead us to a solution. '
The fantasy sent a letter to Olivia at headquarters.
Without even knocking, Olivia sat on the couch for the reception without having to be recommended, opening the door of the fansion room to irritation.
Then, the sound of a knock. The servant brought the tea, "Because I can do it myself," he said, receiving the tea set and letting him leave.
The fantion sits across from Olivia and waves her fingers silently. The grain of light broke loose, and the books tucked away at the bottom of the bookshelf rocked as they responded - pushing the book through, the spider plumage, the fantion's use demon Charles peeked "Cui" in the face. He cleverly uses eight legs and manipulates the tea set to brew tea.
Sipping a sip of tea, the fantion sighed.
"No, really, that's a frigid notice no matter how many times you read it back. Besides, Liafiat is in the eastern part of the country. What are you talking about, you can't have a wizard in such a despicable place."
"You have a bad mouth, be careful"
"Excuse me, words have passed. Let's change it. - Fuck you."
Olivia's hard words return to the functionality of laughing with her nose.
"That's a trap."
"I guess."
I nodded. There's no way the Witch Society headquarters would take that order.
The physical condition of the Angelica clan and the escort of the functionality are kept secret as information only partially known, and not well known, but in other words, at least 'partly for sure'. There's no way they're going to give orders to pull away a good escort from a subject that they think Headquarters should be sure to keep.
In the first place, the functionality is, in a sense, under the control of Olivia, the educator. No orders will be given to the functionality without her permission.
Even if not, the apparent title of the functionality is' Researcher '. Why turn researchers to mediation - there is only an incredible element of which to take. I can tell right away it's a trap, it's too dodgy.
"So."
"Oh."
Olivia nods.
fantion asked.
"What would Olivia like? Souvenirs."
Silence.
And then...
- Face like you saw something incredible.
"It would be a flower for Angelica. Dear Daniel... Oh, is there any fruit Krewe can't eat yet?
"You're not going to Riafiat!
"Oh, you're going. Normally. But it still doesn't have the killer's eye-catcher on it, and to deceive the other eye, the move is the magic of transition all the way down the road, just like a normal wizard, and where it falls outside the magic range, you have to use a carriage in the tunnel..."
"On such a frigid invitation!?
Unusual, such as Olivia opening her eyes and roughing up her voice. Her original looks go hand in hand and she feels strongly reprimanded, but this is simply surprising.
Olivia is losing money in that kind of place, Smudge Fansion thought. My fiancé Soaran probably misunderstands that about this woman - no, I don't care about that now.
Since the day I sent the letter to Olivia, the fantasy has been thinking. I'm not talking about the killer who set the trap on himself. Such a thing was trivial to the fantion.
than that.
I was wondering what kind of reply it would be to that letter I received from someone named Olivia. That's all I've been thinking about.
And no matter how many times I think about it.
Olivia in her imagination told the fantion to find the killer, put him down promptly and "get to work as usual". The ones in front of us were properly sorted and managed for the most effective and efficient processing. That's who she is.
It should have been. If I'm wrong, I shouldn't have been the one who roughed up my voice and surprised at the ridiculous judgment of the function--
"Olivia."
The fantion called his name.
What I was able to get out was a strangely calm voice, and if possible, I wish it didn't sound like a guesswork - Olivia, yes, breathtaking.
I don't want to hunt him down. But once again, I realize that I have a bad personality.
"Why shouldn't I go?
"It's"
Because I know I shouldn't ask, and I throw that question at you.
Even so. Olivia shouldn't want you to go to the functionality. If you follow this "instructions from HQ," there's some kind of trap waiting for you there. But that wasn't just because Olivia wanted to stop the functionality because she would have trouble getting killed by Angelica's escort.
To be exact...
"It was Olivia who set up this plan. Because she's your daughter?
Looking at the dripping Olivia, the fantion sipped the tea without making a sound.
If I did a little research, I would have figured it out quickly.
There were researchers who were of the opinion that the study of oreosis should be actively pursued beside the fantion's pursuit of magical research. That's a great tool for the association, and if we can figure out those symptoms and transplant them, or mass produce and tame creatures of the same physique, it will also lead to the future development of the Wizards, and hence the Witches Association.
But besides, the fantion disagreed. That there are too few holders of physical fitness, that modern wizard technology is not a phenomenon that can be figured out in the end, that protection must be a top priority first… Furthermore, from the standpoint of escort, imitation that puts their bodies at risk is ultimately unacceptable.
There were those who concurred with both opinions, and those who disagreed.
And Olivia's daughter, Javot, was also interested in ore disease.
One day Olivia pointed to her own daughter and said, 'It looks like a fantion'. Indeed, she was right, the two were alike in that they were close to age, in that they were interested in ore disease. So Olivia's outlook wasn't wrong.
It just means it wasn't exactly the same.
Researcher Javott's opinion of those who possess Ore Disease is...
"... sorry"
The fact that the fantion follows the instructions to the east has a completely different meaning than the killer's thoughts. The functionality will be used magically sealed bills whether going east or not, but it will not invalidate any of its own abilities. And the functionality is the bearer of a power no match for the wizards there. In other words, riding this invitation means the ruin of the killer.
The shoulder I once looked up on, on the couch across the street, was strangely small.
The functionality thinks. I wonder why Olivia doesn't want to ruin her daughter - if she is the wizard of the Witches Association headquarters, she is the elite itself, and her background must not be scratched. The fact that my real daughter is a criminal is beyond that. Did you think so and fear that you would fall?
Or.
- But that's Olivia's story in the belly, and that's not what the fantion figured out. Either way,
"I am."
So I'm not talking about it.
It was originally decided.
As instructed, I'm heading east.
Now it's Olivia, she wasn't surprised.
"She'll just repeat the foolish planning that I escaped Javot's plan here. So I'm in some kind of trap, and I'm dead. Olivia, please stand around well so that no one will notice that Javot is the killer - but then, Master Angelica and Krewe's security should be tighter than it is now. Especially don't ever let Javot like you two."
That I just erased one or two of the escorts and that they have no effect on the current system. That there is as much replenishment as there is, and that hand protects them. That's how much Javot has defiled his hands, and it's nothing more than a waste of action.
To let Javot know.
Olivia nodded silently, deeply and deeply.
"Llang may hate Olivia more and more."
"Do you mind?"
Hihihihi, to a laughing fantion, Olivia returns on the top of the Buddha.
"What are you gonna do after that?"
What's the point of teaching it to educators who can't even stop their daughter from doing her stupidity? - To the extent that I didn't say that, there was both a mind to take into account and a discernment in the functionality.
Instead, the fantion told Olivia a few things and entrusted her with a few things.
The Crew Lol Jewellery Chamber of Commerce, an organization that can be relied upon depending on the negotiations. More than ever, I wanted to go look outside the Witches Association. So even if it wasn't for this one, I was going to quit my current position sooner or later.
And then - even with this, irresistible 'out of standard'.
That I feel grateful to someone who has placed a job in me alone, who has given me a family, and who leaned on me at times.
"Just. Remember, Olivia. - Never again."
"I know."
The benefactor who leaned over (Olivia).
Also, that voice that responds.
"At that time"
It was terribly small.