The Girl Who Spits Up Jewels

The familiar coffee shop becomes a simple tavern at night.

That's been the case ever since he moved over to this city, and it's not different (though) this evening. When Sputnik Jewellery Sputnik, the owner of Sputnik Jewellery Sputnik, pushed the store's entrance door to open it, the bracketed doorbell echoed into the store without the hustle and bustle of alcoholic guests.

"Welcome!

Instead of greeting the familiar waitress voice that sounds like chasing the doorbell by gently raising her hand. As I appropriately sat back in my empty seat and looked around the store, the waitress holding the slip - Elsa came right up.

"Welcome, Mr. Sputnik. Dinner tonight? Or a late drink?"

"Evening snack. Give me a beer and a knob. Whatever, sweetheart."

"Oh, I don't like it, my food is delicious in everything. - Yes, I did. Please wait."

"And then"

Grab a slip and pull Elsa back in an inch. Sputnik asked this to her, looking back and laughing "I wonder what it is".

"Is the cake in the hall ready?"

"Huh? I do. I hope you don't mind. I'll just be a minute."

"Well, I'm not the one who gets it."

And Elsa leaned her neck wonderfully.

The rest is indicated not by words, but by pointing fingertips. He is drinking happily with the regulars at a table nearby, the appearance of one guest. It's not me, it's him.

"Why?" she asked, but she didn't answer it either, so she hurried. Although she still had a strange look on her face, she went into the kitchen to respond to the request.

Elsa, who eventually came out, had a large hole cake full of cream, as Sputnik had requested. One nod and reply to the gaze directed at this one so as to inquire. She grinned and rocked the ponytail to the designated person.

The person, slightly taller than Sputnik, looks even bigger alongside Elsa. Sputnik took a seat when he confirmed that he smiled all the time at the large cake placed in front of him by Elsa's hand.

"Oh, what, this cake. Can I have it? Thanks!

"Yeah, you can have it, you mean - oh? I wonder which way they went. I was in your seat just now..."

"No, I'm glad, such a delicious looking cake, what a gift from any adorable young lady. Yeah, well, if it's all right with you, that lady's with you."

No other word ran out on the way, because his face burst into the cake in abundance.... of course because there was someone who grabbed the back of his head and shoved it into the cake. Regular customers already able to peel their eyes at the sudden spectacle, boiling more and more.

After a moment (when), from inside the cake, my head rises gently. Its neck, in an equally slow motion, turned towards Sputnik, who was sitting behind it.

The face buried in the cream has no way of discerning what the look looks like. But I'm sure you're not happy with the status quo. Looking straight at his white face, Sputnik told him with no expression.

"Are you afraid of conditional reflexes?

"It's time you learned to act like an 'apology' to me, Yi!

It is difficult to change the perception of what has become an enemy once, and if you look at this man's face, you cannot help but attack him. Step back to avoid cream flying off his forehead as he eats and hangs.

He sighed deeply and deeply, wiping his cheek cream with his fingers, putting it in his mouth.

"And not reflexes. Obviously conscious and pale prepared. Here.... Ah, sweet and delicious"

Speaking of which, this was a huge sweetheart. I studied that I should make him a mountain of gratin or chili next, and Sputnik looked at him again. Soaran, the man who makes one of the witches a magical girl by being vice president of the Coakdier branch of the Witches Association and making that fruit (jitsu) just pervert.

When he wiped his face with the towel Elsa had brought, he drank the contents of the glass he had from the beginning all at once.

"Elsa, this is delicious. I was wondering if you'd like another drink."

I would have referred to this and the drink, not the cake. I can see the amber liquid snugly around the ice and towards the bottom. Elsa blinked as if she had seen something unexpected as she received a glass from his hand.

"But Mr. Lyan, you drink a lot today. Was there something you didn't like?

"..." Mr. Lyan "?

And when I hear something hard to hear in her words, Sputnik follows and repeats. What, that nickname?

It was Soaran who responded to that. To say that you look in a good mood while following a face-shaped hole cake with a fork is

"Ah, my name 'Soa' is not much culture on this continent, but it's the one with the family name. So," Llang "is closer to the official pronunciation than" Run, "right? That's why you can call me" Mr. Lyan, "too, okay?

"That's not where I called and wondered. Why are you so close, you guys?"

"You've been annoying me from time to time, Llang. Plenty of rice, and fun drinking with regular people, and I'm glad to hear it."

"Ahaha. If I could have a drink at a store with such a cute waitress, that would fly me everyday. So, for some reason, Elsa looked even more adorable today, so thanks for the drink."

"Ma, you're good"

"Oh, of course, that doesn't mean Elsa's not cute all the time!

He's still in good shape.

but what bothered me was not there, but the fact that this man frequents the city of Riafiat. Sometimes, I don't know exactly how often that refers to, but at least I don't want the wizards to suspect me. I don't want any more of this city invaded by them.

but the fact that those things are enlightened by the wizard leads to his or the magic girl's "weapon" being known to the Witch Society without even fixing it, so maybe things around there are doing well too. With that in mind, Sputnik sipped a beer.

Listening to the light complaints, Elsa laughs as she hides and dulls her mouth with a slip.

"But"

With her backward mouth, she narrowed her eyes and inadvertently made a pranky grin. - But.

The phrase she told at the next moment seemed to contain completely uninteresting words for about one person on this occasion. That 's--

"Your fiancée will be saddened if you play too much."

Soaran's cheek, it pulled.

Just when I was alarmed, I was touched by an ancient wound. Sputnik remembered that he had lost his fiancée in the past.

And Elsa, the merchant of the customer, is sensitive to the finesse of people's minds. That was only a slight change, but I did seem to notice that his grin had collapsed. And that the cause is probably in his own words.

But Sputnik knew. 'Not so'. She doesn't know that.

"That's right. We tailored our engagement rings, and if they break up, we're in trouble."

When he first brought Soaran here, Sputnik introduced him to Elsa as' a guest who has come to tailor a ring to his fiancée '. I guess that's why Elsa mentioned' fiancée '. No, no other way.

Half-bar reading, but Soaran seems to have noticed. The focus returned to the shaky eyes.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I... I told you not to get along."

"No, it's outrageous. Well done. I'm just surprised you spotted it."

Soaran laughs bitterly at Elsa with a lowered tone of voice on her shoulder. It was a trick that was difficult to act on, but the light way they laughed was very much theirs.

"Actually, I just had a fight with her. That, too, is boring whether it's salt or sauce for a morning eyeball grill. I made up for it once, but in the middle of a fight, she said, 'I don't think I can live with you like this for decades to come,' so I still have a little obsession. I remember worrying about how I fixed her mood. I'm sorry I distracted you."

Often you can throw up a bullshit from your mouth.

Sputnik was listening to Soaran's creation with all the admiration, but Elsa's frowned and seriously struck an association with "well, yeah".

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were"

"No, because it's not a good problem to keep your eyes open forever - yes, Elsa. Do you have any good advice? As the same woman as her, I'll forgive him if I do something like this."

"Hey...... could I forgive you a little bit if you bought me a delicious souvenir?

"Delicious stuff! That's good, let me help you."

"I'd be happy to help. By the way, in that case, do you recommend our cake or something?

"Ahaha, it's quite a business soul success. - Well, I was wondering if you could wrap up some of the recommendations."

"Yes, I did. Thank you every time."

There was no more shade in the look on Elsa's face when she said so, and Soaran, smiling at her back leaving her seat again, was in a good mood itself.

Make sure the guys fit round, and Sputnik returns to his original seat.

And there was a shadow that came across the street. Regardless, it's Soaran. Having brought a glass in one hand and a snagged hall cake in the other, he pulls his chair at will, without obtaining permission. And he thumbed up his right hand and pointed it at Sputnik.

"Nice Assist"

"The gap is deceiving, you."

At this rate, I can't believe I even made it to the position of Deputy Branch Manager.

Are the members of the Witch Society just extra incompetent? You must have noticed how they thought it was, Soaran scratched his hair like it was lit.

"Nah, I usually do a little more solid, but thank you very much for relaxing, this city. Without the wizards..."

Thanks, the hoop came off. That's what I said, pour fruit liquor. It also seemed to push the continuation of the words back into the back of his throat with the power of booze.

Is something wrong? In the first place, why is he here when he's supposed to be territorial to the city of Cokedier, far from here? If that 'something' is about us, or our future, it's not a good idea to miss it here. But...

"... huh?

Sputnik returned to me because of the strange voice Soaran suddenly raised.

It makes me think that if you accidentally throw ice in your back, you will have this voice. When I look at him, his eyes are directed behind Sputnik, by the window. I had some anticipation of what was there. Because here for a while, around Sputnik, it's always' yes'.

Looking back. Outside the already darkened window, there was a small figure. I guess it's not for disaster prevention, but to hide who you are, wearing Parker's hood securely.

When he realized he had eyes on Sputnik indoors, the shadow rushed to hide himself under the window. - No.

As for him, I know he's going to hide, but the bear's ears on the hood are left behind and he's fluttering across the window. Eventually his head rose slightly again, and as his two eyes peered indoors again, Sputnik stopped looking at you.

But it was Soaran who couldn't see the girl behaving mysteriously. Keep your eyes open and ask Sputnik.

"Oh, what, a cute creature"

"I'm going to be hiding even then. Don't look at me."

"No, but"

I wish I could leave him alone, but he'll be behaving suspiciously as funny. And it seems that there was another person in this store who could not be left alone.

"Mr. Sputnik"

It's Elsa. I don't have anything in my hand.

As she stood beside her desk, her face remained pointed this way, moving only her eyes gently and pointing out the window.

"What will that adorable suspicious man do? Looks like it's getting a little cold out there."

Sneak, look behind you.

From the beginning of what I said, she held her mouth and shook her head small. I didn't throw up anything, it just seems like I sneezed. Wiping the dripping runny nose with a tissue removed from her pocket, without worrying about the reddened nose, she returned to her 'surveillance' position again.

- Not at all.

If I catch a cold, I'm running out of work hands. I thought so. When Sputnik took some gold out of his purse, he made Elsa grip it.

"Put me through to the right seat and give me something warm. Mis-ordered extra dishes. The rest is chips."

"Ugh, I did"

"I don't usually make order mistakes, but it's a customer favor, it's special," she joked and went outside shaking her tail. Really, it's a good waitress.

At her feet, which came back a long time later, one girl, feathering a long hoodie, stuck. Just as there are two ears on the hoods worn, around the buttocks, the little tails are shaking. When the girl was allowed to hide in Elsa's shadow and into the back seat, she began to turn her gaze from there again, as she had done earlier.

Sigh leaks.

Lifting his bent face, he met Soaran with an odd expression. She tries to laugh, but she doesn't know what's going on and is not sure if she can laugh. Eventually he uttered the exact same words that Sputnik had tried to say earlier.

"... Something wrong?

"... I've been acting weird lately"

The city of Riafiat is located in the eastern part of the continent, a moderate city that flourished as a lodging town on Lucar Street.

The city, also known throughout the year as a region of a wide variety of fruits and flowers due to its warm climate, is a land where police station policing is very good, with unsolved cases equal to zero and very livable, as is the branch of the Witches Association.

In such a corner of the city there was a small jewelry store with two clerks. - "Sputnik Jewellery Sputnik".