The white bouquet that Ortio-kun received was beautifully wrapped up with a few Rosa buds from the previous world… and a star-shaped white flower like the one he said was a white star, a small flower like blurred grass, with green round leaves like olives balancing at the edges.
I'd love to have it, but I'm not maiden enough to keep it, unfortunate woman me. Dry flowers if you have a home, but fresh flowers don't look good in your traveling outfit. Let's try to create a faithful heart here and go to the city temple for worship. It's a world where people and God are close. If that's what you looked like, prayed with this bouquet of flowers, Ortio-kun and the people around you wouldn't say it anyway.
With such futile intentions, yes, with a temple connection, if you called it a kingdom. It seems Mizuki was the first to take care of you. It's a story. Finally, the main cathedral says it's stained glass elaborate or so beautiful. Next time I see you, I'll say, "What was it like? Let me ask you something subtle." I'd like to go sightseeing or something once I get a chance. A sense of purpose gradually shifts sideways and sideways.
Well, to get back to it a little bit, because there is a religious system called the Temple that generally devotes white fresh flowers. This white bouquet of flowers is "good for you”.
In doing so, we can escape through the streets where we can worship the appearance of the temple of the Shinto faction, close to the eastern side of the city, the aristocratic district, but not entirely. It's evening time, but there's a lot of worshippers. There wasn't enough crowd to line up, but I joined the line and grabbed the bouquet to make sure it didn't hurt just to get in the way of those who really came.
One or two will finish their worship and give this temple, one of the priests will gently drop him off, their women, and the order of worship will proceed again at a distance of one or two.
Climb through the entrance doors and the dim interior is lined with sofas and religious paintings of people's cheers. In front of the chapel where we are now, the candle fire that lights the beautiful candlestick is shaking.
Flowers were carved into the doors of both open trees, and as the doors crept into the hall, there was a view of an elongated stained glass attached to the upper window, lined up neatly towards the back.
I guess there are regular benches for Mass, in deep, calm shades. This one also looked lined up from the front entrance side to the back.
Next to the church where the priests are, there are the offerings of the faithful, and in the deepest part, paintings depicting idols and gods. Some of the candles that blur and float them have a good aroma that seems to have a mixture of perfumed oils.
The type that incorporates a lot of light or floats light into darkness has the personality of a base that seems to be the opposite pole, but the temple's chapel is roughly such a "make”.
In that place, where there is little noise, however sacred, in order, I dedicate the flowers in my hands to the stepping stone, and when I return to my standing position, the prayer pose. It is a heroin-like array that wraps both hands at chest height, as is often the case with fantasy things. I tried to pray for Ortio-kun to grow up safely, and I just tried to end my worship Connectively.
"Excuse me."
and the priest, smiling and speaking.
Naturally he said, "Yes?" And in response, what is it? inquire.
"I'm sorry. Only one of Oliva's rooms was unavailable..."
The clergyman who said that looked sorry. From the white offering we just offered, we cleverly removed one of Oliva's rooms.
"Please, bring it"
and a room similar to an olive leaf, carefully returned.
Okay, and as I received it, I said, "This grass, it's called Oliva". I managed to return to the aisle, leaving the temple behind.
You think the clergyman was watching such a hindsight? Even here, I knew I wouldn't notice.
—— What to do. It's just a little early to get back to the inn.
If that's what you felt, there's one measure.
Actually, I was wondering about Festa's winning medal, the olive (Oliva) on the back. Ortio-kun was in sight when he showed it to me. And receive a bouquet of flowers, oh, there's an olive here too. Still, if it were such a coincidence, the world would be overflowing. ——— But if they say it till then.
—— You're gonna have to go! Pagan Temple!!
Noisy!
Sleeping in my blood, occulty trace ingredients (minor comp)!! ( "))
And, well, that's why.
I was there when I moved my legs and set my sights on the west temple...
And the time is exactly evening.
before the pagan temple, stained with an orange sunset, is
The width of the street facing this one is narrower than that of the Shinto system, and there are times and other ties, which are less signs of people.... If you don't hesitate to talk, there's more like no sign of people. Still, I guess the door doesn't mean you shouldn't even come in at this time because there is a loud opening for each person... guess.
The iron fence that surrounds the building is more than a temple in the Reich. Beautiful geometry, reminiscent of the Grand Mansion. Because of the dislodging, he proceeded with a kick-ass noise, knocking through the door of the temple, which brought about the opening of every man.
As soon as you get in, there's light in the chapel, only in the back stage. A man standing there turned this way to the orange light muscle inserted through the skylight.
Look out for me with Oliva's leaves, and the man makes a call. It was as if it were a transverse gesture inviting the children of a nobleman, but knowing that he had been told to come, he walked out of the temptation.
We stopped about two meters from each other, at a distance.
"I'm surprised, ma'am."
And the lord who speaks quietly.
As I looked behind me and moved my gaze, I gave an attitude of "introducing" an idol nestled in the back.
"This temple celebrates the existence of Arias the Wise..."
Certainly at the end of my gaze, the person in the robe with the wand in his hand. Mr. Arias... if you say so, it may seem so. Something… something that seems somewhat, but feels disastrous. Because it's made of black stone, or I feel devastating air...
That? When I say Mr. Arias, he wasn't a pretty warm guy?? At least that's what it says in history, isn't it? … and.
I guess my weird face was telling the truth. The lord of Lisertia smiled with a small smile.
"You can't afford to be a woman."
and.
I didn't feel anything in particular at that time, but later I thought, "That's rude," such a voice.
"Come on, I'm closing this place down already. You should come out with me."
And, he pushed his back to the entrance.
Oliva's pattern on the door I headed for.
Oh, hit, was it ---? That's all I think.
In the street in front of the pagan temple, say goodbye to your lord.
But I can't digest it, but I cover it around my head.
I'm sure there's nothing wrong with thinking about it.
There was something worse than being ridiculed. It's a small bone condition of a fish with a stab in the back of its throat. It's a good story if you don't mind, but I can't forget it for a while... there's something that I don't think I can do.
At that time, black wings burst beneath the Dark Temple.
There's no reason for the city's residents to know that they've started melting blue.
Fluffy and confused by the crowd, I walk in Central Square too.
—— Something you're going to do...
Still thinking.
But if I don't, I'm gonna go get some nasty food! and when you see the thread of digestion.
For a moment.
Damn.
And like I did.
Bullshit.
And it's like I felt something.
Feel the exhilaration close, like some kind of bug news.
Instead, he stops and looks out for views of the city.
The feeling of deliberation can come from the west street.
I don't have any enemy skills, but I'm sure someone with them feels like this?
I could imagine that, I was absolutely certain.
I have to see it.
We have to meet, he said.
Walk to the point where flutter and everything intersect.
Nearly.
Meet Mr. Kleis---, crouched by a horseman whose legs are said to be fast.
Meet, fulfill.