It's all one flower.

Rourke took the original star Shirube Seatets and headed for the streets lined with restaurants close to the Western Temple.

A middle-aged man from the mainland of the Aatel Republic sees the streets filled with pilgrims seeking breakfast from lodgings and tourists peeking into the morning market.

Everything seemed unusual, from the clothes with spells and marks, to the people of the lake with green hair and eyes, to the city protected by magic.

... I think Lanterna Island is a similar place.

When rescuing the inhabitants from a private house surrounded by earthen fish, Sheetetes was handed the [Magic Crystal] by the guard Oriole and the beast exterminator as compensation for the extermination.

Several people, including him, found themselves unconscious and powerful. I crossed to Lanterna Island in exile.

Sheetes did not descend into the underground town of Chernocnyjnik, but stayed near the bus stop in the above-ground city of Kardavstvår, where he spent his days in vain.

I was hungry for the bread that the bakery provided pretending to be waste, and I did not dye my hands for evil, but I did not try to get used to the life of a wizard.

After being called to the king's capital, Lacrimalis, by the hauler Fiarlka, he seeks knowledge of life in the magical civilization area and absorbs the water into the dry sand.

It is the seventh day that I have come to the king's city today. It's the last day of Rourke's vacation.

On the first day, Firrka picked up the sheets and took them to a deserted island floating in the bay of the capital, where she heard about the Star Marker (Shiraz).

It was nice to get some information that we didn't have before, and to get a little behind the roster files in the cloud, but it's complicated for Roark.

On that night, I met with Padre Reflexio and visited the Western Temple with him. Fiarca, a former priest, gave me an overview of Fraxinusism.

The morning of the second day.

It's nice not to be denied.

When Shirubetsu slept overnight, he seemed to like Fluxinism completely.

With a sunny smile on his face, Rourke was puzzled, but he told her his schedule with an appropriate conversation.

After breakfast, I'll go to the library of the second temple.

Second Temple?

“This is a Fraxinus sanctuary, so there are many temples.”

Earlier this morning, I received an e-mail from Fierka, the haulier.

I've spoken to the Second Temple's Guru Krutzis, and he has asked me to go through the Kirkuk scriptures.

... after returning to Lanterna Island, I guess I'm afraid I'll have to spread it to other original star markers.

"The second temple archives hold donated Kirkuk scriptures."

"Did you write the sacraments in the Fraxinus temple? Who's doing what?"

Sheets suddenly peeled her eyes.

“When the first Kirkuk church was established in the Aatel region, the Rufus Church of Light gave it to us for mutual understanding.”

"Mutual understanding... but there is no sacred scripture in Fraxinus."

"Well, yes, but at that time, everyone would have known it as general education." I also showed it to you once, but it was a fine manuscript. "

The sheets made her eyes even more rounded.

"Will you show it to the general public?"

"It's a closed rack, but if you tell the shrine official on duty, he can let you out." I think Fierka contacted me this morning and prepared it for me. ”

”Oh... I see”

Rourke changed the restaurant every meal.

In order to pick up as widely as possible the stories of customers and clerks, Sheetes seems to have interpreted them to teach the life of the magical civilization area from various angles. After each meal, I was thanked for the excess.

... an old man's babysitting, gathering information, studying in a library. Were you lucky to be on vacation like this?

I learned some irrationalities, but first I worship at the second temple of the capital.

Seeing the temple in the early morning light was majestic, and Rourke unconsciously stretched his spine. During the week, there are still few visitors during these hours. The two walked down the aisle looking slowly at the mythical sculpture on the wall.

Consciously, the details of the temple are different from those of the Western Temple, even within the same sanctuary.

During the art classes at the Rufus Seminary, Kirkuk church art was taught that changes should never be made. Church art is an easy-to-understand way to convey the scriptures to people, and it cannot be changed in order to prevent misinterpretation.

The details were spells and marks.

Others seem to have made sense for the trinkets, and the priest read out the passage of the scripture and explained it.

Rourke thought it would be faster to teach each believer to read and write the scriptures himself.

It is more complicated to give a unique symbolic meaning to decorative accessories and teach them, and it is easier to make interpretation differences.

The old Kirkuk priests seemed to be idle, intent on strictly observing their teachings.

In Fraxinusism, as long as the muscles match, we don't pay attention to the differences in the details.

In any case, in the message game, there was a feeling that it was impossible to convey each word and sentence in a different way.

Focus on what's more important than that.

... that's it.

Rourke dedicated the Crystal to the altar, which gave magic power to the Sheetes on the Way to the Temple. Sheetes also dedicated [Magic Crystal] to the water altar, as she was taught last night.

Well then, let's go to the library.

As Roark urged, the sheets followed in a footsteps that seemed to unload the load.

The archives of the second shrine of the royal capital are still standing in the woods, as they were last year. After passing the trail of cicadas, I entered a stone building guarded by various techniques, and my sweat was caught.

The powerful Heat Resistance technique was supposed to protect the library.

I walked through the shelf and took them to the closure counter in the back.

The green-haired Guru Cruci smiled gently as his eyes met Rourke.

Good morning.

“Good morning, I'm here to see you, Bishop Fierca.”

From the desk in the closure reception, take a manuscript that seems to hurt your waist if you want to hold it inadvertently, and place it on the counter.

"And this too, please"

I put a number of thick books next to it.

On the leather cover, there are detailed drawings and spell markings of small birds. The title was a powerful word, but Roark could barely read it.

Is the book of Yoshikiri... a grimoire?

“That's right, it's easy to understand when you read it while referring to it.”

Rourke scratched his head.

"I don't really understand the meaning of just copying the whole thing to help me make a spell."

I see. Let's take a look at it together.

The clergyman of the people of the lake helped me get out of the counter and carry the book to the reading desk.

"This is a scripture that's all about the clergy."

Huh?

It's a precious book in history, so please be careful not to get it dirty.

Rourke gave the sheet a thin cloth glove.