It's all one flower.

By the time the sun tilted, we had finally reached the stone tablet of the divide.

There is a little square around the stone tablet. I think I can park two trucks.

The west road shown by the stone tablet is Pisturnik District. The south continues the road to the kingdom of Lacrimalis. Apparently there is a path, hard to tell by the absence of thick trees, but the cobblestones are completely invisible with fallen leaves and dirt sand.

The inscribed letters are not visible buried in moss (koke), and the stone tablet itself is buried in half fallen leaves.

An uncertain mischievous demon peered through the shade of a tall evergreen tree.

The sky is still thin and bright, but it is physically impossible to go any further.

... I think I'll rest here already today. With that said, lunch is still off.

Miscellaneous demons can be prevented by the many [exorcisms] prepared by the store manager. The cold is fine, as long as you don't take these clothes off. Now I even sweated because I walked down the mountain road.

Can we climb this path with the feet of old women and toddlers and go home before the sun goes down?

... Oh, yeah. That was your grandmother's magic.

I walked from Barack Hut to the unpopular forest entrance. Then we magically moved to that flower trail.

"Never tell anyone."

"Yeah. I don't know."

"Don't tell your father or your mother."

"Yeah. I don't know."

"Grandma, you won't be able to stay with Amiela."

I magically moved again at the end of the tree-lined road.

This stone tablet also looked familiar.

"It's a border north of here, so you can't magically cross it."

I can't remember my grandmother's face anymore, but I never forgot that she said that with a tough look. And we buried something important here.

The two of us filled the soil back to normal and hung the fallen leaves so no one would know.

"Amiella. If you're in real trouble, get this out and use it"

"Can you use it?

I tilted my neck because I still couldn't imagine what this stuff would do for the young Amiella.

"Try to study hard so you can use it."

My grandmother smiled bitterly and stroked Amiela's head.

... Indeed, the south side of the stone tablet.

That's when I helped tear the leaves apart with the branches.

My grandmother dug the dirt and buried it.

Amiella unloaded her luggage and, just like that day, drew down the fallen leaves that had accumulated at the root of the stone tablet.

Is this place a bubble or the falling leaves pile up to below Amiela's knees? Since it collapses from the edge where it can be removed, it had to be eliminated to a wider extent than I thought.

Finally, flat stones and damp soil become dew.

And Amiella picked up the stone of the great palm, and dug where it was.

My grandmother, too, dug here with this stone. Excluding dirt, dig deep as you widen the hole.

I was thrilled with the stiff response. A square contour appeared as the stone was switched to the branches and the soil was dug along the edge (two) of the hard object.

What I dug out is a box of metal enough to get on both hands.

Wrapped with fallen leaves and rubbed (also), and the snug soil fell off. The lid was also completely rusty and stiff, but when beaten with stone it was barely opened. Beat the contents with momentum.

Amiella picked it up in a hurry.

It is tightly wrapped in a plastic bag. The gloves were removed and carefully unpacked.