It's all one flower.

The sweat of the dancing believer shines in the summer sun.

Until just two years ago, many families in the Eastern Diocese of the Listvar Autonomous Region were unable to bathe even when they were sweating. Especially for the younger generation, it was an unimaginable outrage to wash their dirty bodies with clean drinking water.

Not now.

Desalination plants were added, and although once a week, everyone could bathe and wash.

Every time it rains, there is no barracks with sewage, and people live in prefabricated temporary homes.

The risk of heat stroke could not be eliminated, although there was no longer any fear of wind or rain. However, the number of people suffering from dermatological diseases decreased drastically as a result of bathing and washing. Since then, people who suffer from infectious diseases (or not) have rarely been killed.

Those who joined the circle of dance at the Summer Festival dance with sunny faces, dressed in clean clothes without stains.

After five dances, the song stopped.

High school students playing instruments and the dancing hand in the center wipe the sweat with a towel and mouth the beverage offered.

And the rest of the day, twelve dancers were divided into three pairs, and the four of them became one circle.

Priest Wentzus of the Eastern Diocese, an old nun, and Priest Ferreturm, sent from the cathedral, lined up beside a music teacher with a baton.

"Even if the road to Saiwai is far, the sunshine will shine brightly, protecting those who do not fall off the path from evil. Even if the path is dark for a moment, if we do not lose sight of the guidance of the moon and stars, we will reach dawn."

Priest Wentzus uttered a prayer word in the old common language, put aside a breath and began to sing the hymn loudly.

"With the scorching hands of a bowl of bamboo, grill, and purify..."

The old nun sings as the guitar follows the same melody with three bars late. Three more bars of flute followed late, and from the next three bars, the singing of Trumpet and Ferreturm priests followed.

The first circle of dancers dances with the singing of Priest Wenzus, the second with the old nuns, and the third with the singing of Priest Ferreturm.

Singing is another hymn that is longer than before.

The factory director sent out the demonic armor. The one who noticed the gaze answered.

I'm singing in common language, but this is also a cursed song.

What kind of magic is that?

After all, the factory manager nodded and asked questions.

It's not a common language, but it's Demonic .

It's a technique to retreat from a mischievous demon or something.

... this doesn't make sense under the sun either.

Khufushenka was reminded of the emptiness, but none of the demon guards laughed at the Kirkurians' senseless magical imitation. Serious attention is paid to the dancers who dance in circles in accordance with the singing of the priests.

With the scorching hands of a bowl, I will burn it, and cleanse it.

Wash and purify your hands with the water that comes from the great fire, and purify yourselves.

And they shall come down every day, and have dust in their hearts, and dust in their hearts, and dust in their hearts, and dust in their hearts, and dust in their hearts.

Get down at night, and wash and cleanse the alley of dust.

Winds that pass through the Taiko, and the sun, and the moon, and the clouds. "

The singing of the three priests reaches the people gathered in the front yard of the church, not beating the tone of the instrument even without the microphone.

The leading Priest Wentzus finishes the singing. At the same time, the first circle stopped moving, the old nun's song and guitar stopped after three bars of delay, and the second circle of dance also stopped.

Waiting for the tone of the flute to stop, the song and trumpet of Father Ferretolum ends. The third wheel also stopped in the last position of the swing, bowing in a flowing motion and hanging its head.

A breath and a big applause fills the front yard.

Three priests, twelve dancers, and forty-eight high school students in charge of musical instruments entered the chapel.

The wizard stops clapping and listens.

Is this the end of the festival?

No, I'll do the same thing at the hospital or factory for three days after that.

There are three types of musical instruments, one by one, and three of them go around with one dancer.

"There are quite a lot of instruments this time, so, erm... 16 groups of instruments?"

"There are only three pairs of priests, but the hymns and dances are performed by the priests, and the number of people will be properly aligned."

"Huh? Can everyone in the autonomous region dance like that?"

The magic fighter looked around the guest seats.

“I learn to play hymns and flutes at school during music time, and I sing at Sunday prayers.”

"Dancing is learned during physical education, and since the summer solstice, there are no strangers to the practice sessions held by aspiring workers in the workplace and districts."

"There are people who can't dance because they smell dull, and there are sounds that can't be helped."

"Even those who were too poor to go to school can learn somewhere if they feel like it."

The factory directors explained with a slightly proud face.

The demon guards nodded as they watched the Autonomous Region scattered to their respective places.

"Even if the original meaning of song and dance is lost, if the correct form is conveyed, I think it is good to have preliminary knowledge that can be reproduced in a valid state immediately."

The festival costume can't be made in its original form because there are no ingredients here, right?

Questioned by the demonic guards, Kukhsienka, the Star Way craftsman, nodded unwillingly.

If you craft it with the right materials and [knit the hooks (Yoshikiri)] school magicians cast the spell of activation, it will work properly.

"It's amazing that the melody, the dance, and the embroidery have been passed down among the people without power for over 2,000 years without change."

Even though I can't confirm that people without power can do it properly

The demonic guards looked impressive inside their companions.

“So why do you think songs alone have lost their original lyrics?”

Kufushenka asked thoughtfully.

The factory manager waits for an answer with a face mixed with anticipation and anxiety.

"Even if you write only powerful words, if you don't understand the pronunciation, it's impossible, right?"

"My personal guess is that there are not many wizards in the area where Kirkukism is prevalent, so even if I could just copy the characters from the remaining literature, I wouldn't be able to ask anyone, so I didn't understand the pronunciation."

The factory directors nodded in confusion as the demon guards lined up their hypotheses.

"Ah... I see."

"There were no records in the old days."

It's just a common language, isn't it?

Kufsienka sighed.

Somehow it became commonplace and became a fixed and authentic teaching within the Order of Kircurus, which led to the loss of the original appearance and effectiveness of magic.

Sorcery is an evil work.

This passage in the Bible tends to walk alone, but it only referred to the [Abyssal Skylark (Hibari)] school that created the monster of the Third World, and the magic of battle that was used in fierce battles that changed the terrain between wizards.

The northern part of Alton Gaza was the site of the creation of three world monsters, and it was one of the most devastated areas of the time.

The saint Kirkles Lacteus probably tried to pass on the protective techniques that could be exercised even by people without power with aids, and the magical tools that could help with the creation work.

A book that prevents the dissipation of technology that was rapidly being lost.

It was the "sacred scripture" that Kirklus Lacteus had bequeathed.