It's all one flower.

To Amiella now, I didn't care about the chills at night.

Soon, the square will be surrounded by cluttered demons.

The outlines of the trees just appear blurred by the starlight, but the appearance of the miscellaneous demon was clearly visible. Blend into the darkness, mingle, seep out.

I can't even speak out for horror.

Countless eyes stare at this one, but they don't come close.

Apparently, the [exorcism] potency of squares and roads.

There is no one else in the leafy square but Amiela.

I can't possibly sleep calmly in a place like this, but if I don't, I won't be able to move. Wrap your coat tightly around, cover your neck and mouth with a muffler, and lay your backpack down with a pillow.

When Amiella began to gloat over whether fatigue had prevailed.

I wake up with a little noise and can't sleep well.

On several occasions his eyes were completely blinded and he waited for dawn as he prayed to the stars.

Speak quietly and say the words of prayer in Hunan.

"The stars of the sun and moon, the ethereal dome, and the dark stars that become void (depression) also illuminate (well).

The sun and moon stars, all that live, the heavens and earth, the reason of this world, keep thee. "

Since it is a teaching born on the continent of Alton Gaza, it is inherently necessary to recite the Holy Word in the common language of Alton Gaza.

In the Hunan region, it is taught in local languages for ease of understanding.

Chanting in a common language is about priests or enthusiastic believers.

Saint Kirkulus theorized that "the stars will always pass through the determined path of heaven, and they will not be deviated from it". The sun, the moon, and the stars from the way of the holy stars illuminate every living thing on earth, and say, "If he does not step off the path, he will protect us."

Kirkulus lacteus is not the true name of a saint, but a name. It comes from an ancient term that means "the way of the stars".

With her fingers, Amiella murmured many prayer words (words) as she painted the holy mark of an ellipse (Den) representing the "path of the stars" in the void.

Morning light shoots from between the leaf-dropped branches.

One Miscellaneous Demon disappears somewhere with another.

Amiella lost all body power at the same time as the relief. Drowsiness strikes me, I can't keep my eyes open.

When I realized, the sun was high.

I don't know the time because I don't have a clock, but the stone tablet shadow is totally short.

Through the branches of winter withers, the birds fly away.

... Already, lunch?

Amiella jumped as stunned.

Place a piece of sturdy bread and a piece of cheese in your mouth and pour it in with water. I drank only a third of the water and closed the lid exactly.

Pack your bags quickly and hurry west.

Walking down a mountain path after dark is dangerous. Go faster than yesterday.

Walking, thinking.

... I was a witch.

I revealed the night with one such thin coat and woke up safely.

In the middle of winter in the mountains, despite being surrounded by miscellaneous demons.

It would be thanks to the magic hung on the hiking trail that the miscellaneous demons did not attack. But what didn't freeze to death was the magic of the coat.

The manager said, without magic, it was just clothes.

It's not cold, because Amiella has magic.

He was born and raised in the Autonomous Community of Listver, although not a very enthusiastic believer, and grew up knowing nothing else than the teachings of Saint Kirkulus.

Magic was taught to be "evil" that enlarges and fulfils distorted desires. The best thing about it is the "demon of the Three Kingdoms", which nearly destroyed the world more than two thousand years ago.

The year in which the demons of the Three Kingdoms were sealed was AD, and the "sealed history" that followed now in 2191 began. Again, the creation of the demons of the Three Kingdoms was forbidden, and the wizards burned down books describing how to do so.

Saint Kirkulus forbade the use of witchcraft itself to avoid repeating the same excesses.

People must do everything with their own hands.

Without the demons of the Three Kingdoms, a new era must be built.

To do this, we must devise tools that are not dependent on magic.

... magic... I don't know a single spell.

This coat protects Amiella from the freezing wind of Winter Mountain just because of its magic. This loose slope is filled with spell-crafted laying stones that protect those on the road from demons and mischievous demons.

... Your grandmother was a witch.

At a young age, my memory is vague, but I don't remember walking from a stone tablet that day on my way home.

When I found out, I was in the tailor's courtyard.

Now that I'm an adult, when I think about it again, there's no way an old woman and a toddler can walk back to the city before sundown.

My grandmother must have used magic on her way home.

I don't even remember being stopped in particular. Did they think it was a dream, or did they?

There were three notebooks buried by the stone tablet.

Only (i) (ii) (iii) and the number were noted on the cover, respectively.

Inside, I'm scared and still can't open it. I fell into the depths of the rucksack.

... I'm not a witch yet.

I don't know a single spell, and I can't help defending myself without the goods the manager gave me.

Perhaps I'll never see my father again.

Was that fire something someone in the Autonomous Community had lost fire or was it an arson of wizard revenge for terrorism?

Amiella exhaled loudly, asking where the white-standing exhale went.

Now I had to think about surviving a little more than worrying about irrevocable things.

Kick extra ideas out of your head and even go mountain roads.

The narrow roads that sew through the withered trees tend to break off, eroded by shrubs and servants for how long people did not pass by.

It becomes a beast path and continues thinly west.

Will the Border Guard not use this path?

Amiella stopped from time to time, scratching the fallen leaves with the branches to confirm the laying stone.

From among the servants, countless eyes look at this one. Breathtaking and hurried down the road to escape.

... somehow get out of the city... then...?

I don't know what to do.

If the people of the Autonomous Communities leave the district without a permit, they will be punished.

Normally, if you pay a fine, you are immediately returned to the Autonomous Community. If that's not possible, I can put you in jail for a few years.

We are at war now.

I have no idea what disposition awaits after my arrest.

I didn't go to the cops to find me.

We must hide ourselves from being Kirkuls from the Autonomous Communities and secure a place of work and residence.

Now that the war has begun, do you have a needle job?

The manager did not tell us why the Republic of Nemoralis and the Republic of Artel would fight.

Outside the Autonomous Community there are many wizards.

If you're a wizard, it's not that hard to protect yourself from the scourge of war.

During half a century of civil unrest, it was on this island of Nainia that it was the main battlefield in today's Nemoralis territory.

Because there were many Kirkrus of the powerless land people, and there were fierce disputes with the Fraxinus.

Many lost their lives in the civil unrest, and the majority of their survivors crossed the Vietofi Bridge and fled via the island of Lanterna to the Artel region.

The battlefield grew more intense and the Vietofi bridge was dropped.

After the end of the war, the Kirkurs, left behind in Nemoralis territory, were forced to convert, and those who adhered to the faith were gathered in the autonomous community of Listwar.

The Vietofi Bridge was rebuilt, but then when the Kingdom of Lacrimalis launched its policy of magical civilization bias, the side of the Artel Republic sealed off the bridge.

With the intention of the King Lacrimaris party to speak of national reconciliation, trade continued in detail, but the deal was cut off by the Artel side, and direct flights were abolished.

Between Nemoralis and Artel, there has been no national traffic since shortly after the peace agreement.

... Can we do something about it and cross to Artel by boat?

After the disconnection of the national traffic between Lacrimaris and Artel, we had to travel far by air connecting the third countries of the continent with Nemoralis.

There are no travel documents or anything. The cost of transportation will not be enough.

Besides, after you cross to Artel, what kind of eyes would you get if you were found to have magic? If faith is the same even with magic, will you acknowledge it?

... You can't help but care about the tip that's way ahead of you. Now we need to get through the mountains and get out of the city.

Amiella went west even before sundown and kept walking.