The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

The morning flight is over earlier, if you want to send it on the afternoon flight, the arrival will be after tomorrow. After negotiating with the bureaucrats who would say so anyway, they were to arrange a special flight just for Sputnik, at a price twice the cloud of the market.

It hurt my nostrils, but I had no choice because I didn't have any other hands. Although he has some knowledge of the wizard, he has no equal to having fought directly from the front. I don't even know how to deal with shards, and I don't think I can beat them with a burning blade - in the end, I just have to ask for advice with the thought of straw. For this reason, it was necessary to deliver as soon as possible.

"Well, I wonder what's going on"

Return from the post office and cage in the processing room again. Sitting in a chair with no back, Sputnik muttered one.

Of course, the situation does not improve even if you speak to yourself. Nevertheless, it was the day after tomorrow that the magic girl heralded coming to steal it. I can't be completely relieved because I don't know if that's accurate for the notice, but there's no other information I can rely on, so as for this one, there was nothing more than believing in that declaration. And if that's the case, what Sputnik can do now that he's also sent a distress signal is not said to be this. Praying that the mail would arrive on the other side as soon as possible at best, or to the extent that he would sharpen his personal gains, Hate and Sputnik had never wrapped the cloth in faith with God who was not sure whether he was there or not, and the condition of the tools was always concerned to make it complete.

If so, is "what I can do now" enough to get rid of this? He sprinkled a note scattered on his desk. It is a draft and a rewrite of the letter I sent. I took it away, and I made a noise and circled it, then.

I feel my gaze unexpectedly and look out the window.

Then, further beyond the premises of the store, there stood a man who saw him on the street. I look at this one with an ambiguous look, without surprise where my eyes meet.

"Wow. Good luck with the patrol, Inspector. Is the city of Riafiat still at peace itself today?

It would have been graciously known that it was disgusting. The nut frowned and looked uncomfortable. Faster than she says anything, Sputnik points to the store entrance door with his jaw.

"If you need me, come in from the front. I'm not imitating you like a peek."

I get up from my chair and walk towards the window. After receiving the words, she closed her nearly open mouth again. He also seems to look away and hesitate to do something. I put my hand on the pier and said, "Talk somehow," but I couldn't get the answer back, and then after shutting up for a while longer, Nat asked him this.

- It's okay.

"What?"

"Don't call the police station."

A partially inquisitive inquiry about what. But I wasn't confused. I know what you're referring to.

The coming of an earlier magic girl. "Never tell a police station about a magic girl," said Sputnik to the nuts he was with. I guess you're talking about that. And the fact that I've been pushing for more than a minute now means that apparently she kept her promise.

"I'm a wizard. I told you I was a thief, and if you open the lid, you're a thief. It's a burglary notice, so there's no reason for the Witch Society to complain about the police station putting out. In the first place, I know you hate the police station, but you, can you win? - Next time, they might kill you."

I lurked my voice and vomited my last words. I guess you decided it was too noisy a word to make people listen.

"I can't believe you're worried about me. Tomorrow we'll go down with a spear."

Seems to have conveyed that the dialogue is a morning retribution. Wrinkle between eyebrows.

"I'm not worried about you. But if you do something about it, Crewe will feel responsible.... or what, is it also the secret to winning?

"Hey, N."

I let my left hand off the pier and showed it all the way open. I'm not gripping anything inside.

"So if I asked you guys, I wouldn't be able to do what I want."

I use it from the beginning, such as a special attack against the Wizard. There is no chance of winning. But he is also not willing to forgive that kid.

If you curse people, say two holes, but Sputnik wasn't as warm as you'd care in about two. Make me regret selling my fights and never make me feel like fighting again. That's education for children.

When he threw up, the nut put his hand on his head and closed his eyes.

"I was frightened. Do as you please.... but if there's anything I can do, definitely call me, right? It's not like you're worried or anything, 'cause even I'm pissed off."

"Okay, okay,"

and at the same time that Sputnik answered.

Behind him, there was a door opening.

"Oh."

"Yeah?"

Looking back. Gently opening the door, there was no other person asking this one from the store with some nervous face, it was employee crew.

Seemed for a moment surprised that Sputnik wasn't in his seat,

"What's up?

When she noticed Sputnik by the window and the presence of a facial acquaintance beyond it, she muttered as if relieved.

"... ah. Was it Mr. Nuts"

"What. Weird visitors?"

"No... because I heard a talk from the machining room. I was wondering if anybody was there... you know, I just broke up with the customer, so, hey, how's it going?"

Someone. Blurry answer, but from the tense look on your face when you open the door, it's clear what it shows. By the way, she pretended not to notice, but even as Sputnik acknowledged (made) the letter, whenever she dropped the pen or made some noise, she opened the door and checked this one. It seems to make me anxious that something may have gone wrong.

When she notices that she was peeking and is badly punished, she puts her hands together in front of her chest and looks around in her absence. I somehow wanted to make fun of him for that restless look.

Sputnik walked over to Crewe and hugged her without touching her forward. I'll give her a right hand whirl around her chestnut color raising her voice.

"Oh, all right, all right. You scared me, I'm fine."

"Hey, no, please don't"

Am I correct in saying that I am rambling to untie restraints, rather than suddenly confused? but to be honest, I don't care how this reacts. She looks at me from the window, staring at me deliberately.

"Look, you, get out of the way, so get out of the way. Don't peek forever, you want your horse to kick you to death."

"Not at all."

Crewe's face is bright red, but he didn't take the nuts seriously on the boulder. "Don't forget," he told her to push in case, waving a flicker and replacing the goodbye greeting, walking away.

"Have you finally gone?"

With her invisible from the window, Sputnik finally releases Krew. Crewe, who returned to me, asked him as he stroked his messy hair with both hands.

"Mr. Sputnik, it's terrible. What is it, all of a sudden, yeah, hug me."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. 'Cause the nuts seemed so persistent, I just wanted to cut them up."

"Mr. Nuts? What were you talking about?"

"It's no big deal. If I have to, I can help myself."

As I answer, I lift my right hand to close the window.

And, accidentally, the pain ran on my right shoulder, and I glanced at him. I forget a lot when I'm working on it, but the scar on that kid is definitely there. The pain seems to be getting stronger gradually as to whether the anesthesia administered during the procedure is running out. I put my nearly raised hand back and closed the window with my left hand.

"I wonder if there was a painkiller."

Whimpering, the first aid kit looked around and where it was - and Crewe and I looked at each other.

"What's going on?"

I accidentally blew it out because Crewe looked as if he had been pronounced the end of the world.

When Sputnik asks, she calls his name and unreliably distorts his eyes. Even without words, that was the only eloquent conveyance in her belly.

"Don't look like that. 'Cause it's okay."

Put your left hand on her head and tell her as she scratches around roughly. However, it did not seem comforting, and the faded complexion remained intact.

And the voice of Crewe, who answered it, was a badly drawn (one) voice.

"If there's anything I can do, say it. I'll do anything."

Anything, je. The bitter smile unwittingly creeps up at her words, which I trembled to cry out now, desperately. I didn't think I could make a big deal out of this girl, because I didn't think I could.

Still, I guess Krew works hard to protect his boss as Krew. Ok, ok, and I still return the answer appropriately - and she seemed to come up with something and looked up all the time.

Though I still won't recover by the time I smile, I'm just gleaming at it as if it's my own idea of an unparalleled name. But what this girl thinks is that sometimes it does hit, but many others are not busy either. While occupying more than half of my mind with a desire to repel, I manage to contain it. Wait for her words.

And what she eventually told him was still an unbusy thought.

"Um.... can you stay tonight"

and.

Sputnik, the boulder, accidentally gave up the offer.

"What are you talking about, assuming my daughter is old. It won't be good, a lot."

"Because!"

She tried to argue with momentum - but no words followed it. Keep your open mouth open and I can see some thoughts in your eyes. but it all seems like a long time ago to put it into words and I have nothing to say.

Eventually, lean down. There is a wrinkle between the brows and the expression is still distorted to the point of crying out. I can't say anything. She ended up with a low voice, repeating the same words.

"... because"

I know exactly what she's thinking. The current Sputnik is in such a state of pulling his legs in everyday life, I don't know what would happen if he was attacked even in his sleep. I suppose you want to at least give me some kind of assistance. But "don't push it because you're injured," he also realized that saying it touches his grievance. Totally, she's a naughty girl.

I couldn't say anything and Sputnik sighed inside to Klu, who just swelled his cheeks and leaned down. Hi Krew seems to have a verse where he thinks of Sputnik as' a strong force not to listen to people ', but Sputnik thinks it's not. Krew is probably the one who doesn't ask what kind of forgiveness she earns, especially when this happens.

"There's nothing funny about you coming to my room. I haven't gotten rid of it at all, and it's just books and clothes left there. Sleeping bed is for one person only."

"I would be fine. Sleep on the floor. I used to sleep on the floor a lot."

"Don't be ridiculously self-inflicted.... Okay, I'll stay."

Losing his roots, Sputnik shook his neck vertically.

It is easy to reject. Even if she's reluctant, you can lock up the room telling her never to come in. But if I sat right outside the room and even started on the lookout, I would be very ill asleep just morning after everything. Then even if it is narrow, it is better to sleep when you are welcomed in. If you're dealing with this prick, it's hard to feel bad about him in the wrong place.

I heard his answer. Crewe smiles all the time. Look at it. Dauntless emotions increasingly occupy the chest, but when this happens, it is reopening. I'm not going to be free everywhere today, and as a pushed price, I won't be punished for using it somewhat. I thought so, and Sputnik offered one condition.

"Instead, make me dinner. Because you can use as many of the contents of the refrigerator as you want."

But even that seemed to be one of the delights for her.

When Crewe met his hands in front of his chest, his face, as if it were a broken flower, was made even more radiant.

I'll take care of it.