It's all one flower.

"You must be moving, grabbing the clouds, but rely on remoteness. It's much better than nothing."

The manager arranged two envelopes at the table.

One is Kalindula's address and address, the other is blank.

"This is Kalindula's photo"

From the blank envelope, take out the old picture and show it.

The photograph, discolored to a sepia color, showed three women.

"Frisian theme on the left, me in the middle, Mr. Carindura on the right."

Amiella only knows her old grandmother. The sisters, very similar, did have a face for my mother. I mean, it's also similar to Amiella.

"Mr. Kalindula is a long-lived race, so he's still here. Take this to your clue."

"Is that okay? It's important..."

"It's okay. Because there are other pictures, and memories are here all the time."

The manager put his hand on his chest and smiled.

"When you get over there, call the store. This, Salary of the Month"

"What? But, you know, this..."

Amiella was surprised when she was offered a new purse.

"Think of it like a retirement pension. Sorry for the lack of contents, but the bank has a refund limit..."

"What? In such a difficult time... the manager's share..."

"I'll be fine. So far, with the weekly limit, next week, we'll be able to get it out again."

They gave me my wallet so I could push it in half, and Amiela was in difficulty and sorry, and I don't know what to say. Tears spilled instead of words.

The manager hugs the needle without saying anything and gently strokes its back.

When Amiela calmed down, the manager made herbal tea for me.

Inhale the drug-effective scent all over your chest and consciously quench your feelings.

"... excuse me. From what... I can't find a word of gratitude."

"It's okay. I think of you like a grandson."

With that said, the store manager wrapped his notebook, letters and photos around Luc's pocket.

The manager takes out a small cloth bag from another pocket this time.

It's about a thumb bag with long, thin strings. Open the mouth of the bag, swing upside down.

A crystal rolled out into the wrinkle's palm. It's about half the size of a bag.

The polyhedrally cut crystal was engraved with a letter-like regularity pattern, brilliant in the light that shoots through the window.

"Here, put this on your hand for a second"

Amiella reached over the table like she was fascinated. The manager puts a crystal on its palm.

Besides my thoughts, the large grain of crystal was cold.

Hilarious as ice, it spreads the feeling of being twitched away from your palms and deprived of your temperature. Instead, the crystal heated up and warmed up slightly.

It must have been handled by a very skilled craftsman.

Letter-like decorations shed a complex glow by contacting (from) the morning light.

"I knew it. You look just like the Frisian theme."

The manager sighed.

When Amiela looked at the manager, she nodded again and again with a reassuring face.

"Look at the crystal."

I'm told, I put my gaze back on my palm.

The brilliance of the crystal was due to the light lodged inside. Amiella is breathtaking. Surprise and nailed to its beauty without words.

"It's a [magic crystal]. When someone with magic touches them, they accumulate their power inside."

"Magic......"

"Yes, the bag is double inside and the [exorcism] spell is embroidered."

Don't wait for Amiela to react, explain quickly.

"If you put a [crystal] full of magic in that bag, you don't have to know the spell to protect it from cluttered demons and weak demons"

The manager took the crystal from Amiela's hand and put it back in the bag.

"I think you had the same thing in your house..."

"No...... I don't know"

As Amiela shook her neck to the side, the manager stood and circled the table, standing next to her.

"It won't work if I have it, so you take it"

"Um... but..."

"Because the Frisian theme is" I'll give it back to you, my grandson. Don't let anyone in the Autonomous Community find you. "

The manager hangs a string of cloth bags around Amiela's neck.

Amiella snorted and pressed the bag into her collar.

"Come on, it's totally brighter, and we're leaving with our luggage."

He was well slapped on the shoulder and Amiela took a seat.