Hagusa Spiritualist Examination Record - Knights of the Virgin and Healing Divinity

I could communicate with Mandrake's will, so I could send him back to the spiritual world once.

He wanted to say hello to the plants in the garden as a new companion, so he decided to take them.

"I don't care what you think, you two little kids...... if you hadn't put flowers and leaves on your head, wouldn't we all notice when you say spirits?

Mr. Presha is walking hand in hand with Arlaune. Sometimes, Mandrake was held by His Highness - "Warlords are more powerful, so naturally," His Highness says, but as far as I'm concerned, I'm afraid.

"... and I mean 'Leslie'. Should I still keep my mouth shut?

"I'd like to reveal it slowly. Leslie has a situation, and I'd like you to stay in the fortress as someone else, if possible."

It is well understood about this one that it is difficult to continue acting all the time. Even though my consciousness was right about the Divine Tree, in front of Mr. Presha, who came later, I called him 'Leslie' - and Leslie, too, forgot to change her voice.

"... I'm sorry I did something to fool you all"

"Yeah, I don't care that much. You followed me worried about Dr. Glass, didn't you? We're sending them off to the battlefield, I know that. When I decided to become a knight, my best friends stopped me."

Mr. Presha looks away somewhere, as he remembers those days. Rigorous assault captain, the knights' key - but she's the same age as us. Sometimes I think I'm lonely, sometimes I look worried.

"But you have the guts, don't you? In the room with Dr. Glass... ah... maybe you're not doing something you can't tell me in front of these kids, right?

…… In front of us, what is it that you can't say?

"Rooney's just a kid, so he doesn't know."

"Even Ray is a child, the leaves are splendid, but he didn't have a splendid root yet."

"I'm mature enough already. Because if you mean it, it's not like this."

Arlaune is childish at its roots, but Mandrake is more adult than he looks. Some pale talk, does it look that way?

And - can I think of Arlaune as' Roune 'and Mandrake as' Ray ', which is the common name?

"Roune and Ray? You can't abbreviate me, so call me Glass."

"" Yes, Lord Summoner ""

The reply within the assumed bounds returns. Everyone laughs, the air on the ground soothes - I'm in a hurry, but with the two little ones, I can see that everyone's heart is at ease or healed.

Especially Mr. Presha, who seems to be quite a child-loving person for whatever reason. He's holding on to Arlaune's little hand and walking him with his stride.

"The way you call it, well, it's free... so how about both of you, plants in the garden? I haven't heard much yet..."

"I am thanking the Summoners. Thank you for your help, Master Euselisis."

"... and the flowers over there say no more attacks. I've been hit, but the seeds are still there, so I can bloom again. If possible, they want us to replant it in the fence."

Yes - plants that would have originally been planted in view of the landscape are flourishing wherever they are. I can't really get my hands on it yet, but I can work on the plant spirits and tell them what I think of the restored gardens so that they can grow most easily and have a better landscape.

"'Tell the plant elites my mind and mind. Remember what you should be." "

- In the middle of the chant, I already felt different than before.

Until now, His Highness has only allowed me to use the magic overflowing with unconsciousness. But not now - I can see His Highness providing magic against me, of his own free will.

"... wow... when 'witch' and 'magician' are aligned, can you do this...?

I can also see Leslie admiring it. A grass that was growing disorderly, a flower that was sticking out on the road and blooming, once withers, returns to the earth and sprouts again from another place.

"This too, Dr. Glass...?

"The Summoner has always been very fond of trees and grasshoppers. But there are limits to what one can do with one's magical powers... now, no. With the power of the princess, the grasshoppers will respond as long as they look."

"No... I didn't think I could make it this far either. The plants... the power of life, really..."

I haven't told anyone in a long time because I thought it was beautiful. I didn't know plants were alive, all life was equivalent, and wonderful without division.

"... the earth, once withered, is now regaining the breath of life. Glass...... please. If you were me right now, I'm sure..."

"Yes, only this time, we will be asking the plants to do their best… to visit the land so that we can return to what we should be doing as the season prowls"

Return the landscape of the garden to what it used to be - no, make it more beautiful than it used to be.

And it's not just in the garden. Leaving the stone columns of the decaying gates, there stretches out the wasteland, which was originally agricultural land, although it returned to its original soil colour.

I lay my hands on the ground - and as everyone watched over me, I called on the crops that were supposed to have spread as far as I could see once, just as I had done earlier.

"... the glass, the Divine Tree and the garden plants are also separating their vigor. All this to you…"

Looking back, His Highness Astina lowers Ray to the ground and prays with both hands together.

- At that moment, as she put it, with the gratitude of the plants in the garden, an uninterrupted force pours in.

"'Spread over this plain, the grains. Now once sprout from the land of abundance, be a golden sea plain......!

It would have despaired the people who farm near here, the grey soil disappeared.

Dead crops, by nature, have to be undone and rebuilt over time - but only now. Revive the fruitful season that was supposed to come, now at this time.

- Precision crosses the earth and spreads - the green buds appear on their faces, spreading like waves, and the landscape changes as if they had speeded up time.

"... Dr. Glass... teacher is really..."

Doesn't mean it can be harvested right away. But the crops that the people on the farmland had lost were not dead - even if they were dead, they were still alive.

From afar, I hear voices - it's voices of joy. The farmers, who were trying to escape, run unnecessarily. Sooner or later, the harvest will begin, towards the sea of wheat.