It's all one flower.

Farkill stopped his leg in front of the tunnel.

Rust floats on the sign in front of the tunnel, but the letter "Zakart Tunnel" can be read hard. It wasn't like a single car on the road so far.

In the days of the former Lacus Lacrimalis Republic, there was a city connected by the Zakart tunnel across the Kublum Mountains.

North Zakart and South Zakart.

The hauliers of the people of that lake have memories of the city before it was destroyed by civil unrest and of the surrounding countryside and fishing villages. Rely on that memory to [jump] and bring people to the land.

... that sister, how old, how old are you?

Now that the country has been divided after civil unrest, the city of South Zakart has returned to a deserted field.

National highways paved with asphalt pass through the wasteland, and only the name of the tunnel retains a slightly outdated shadow.

Until this war began, trade flourished between the Nemoralis Republic of the North and the Lacrimalis Kingdom of the South. Lacrimaris still maintains friendship and sends relief supplies, he read in online news.

The inside of the tunnel is dim with just a few lights. But as far as I could see, there were no cluttered demons or demons.

[Demolition] is built into the driveway, the walls, and the ceiling.

I removed the notebook and [the crystal of magic] from the hidden pocket I had attached to my coat.

The gloves given to me by the curse shop manager are magical objects at the hands of artisans who have completed the art of [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] or [flying eagle (taka)] school.

Craftsmen of that lineage are engineers who combine spells, spells, magic caged jewellery, and more to give magic effect to their tools.

Create tools such as [Furnace Boards (Bubbles)] that make life easier, as well as weapons and protective equipment against demons and warcraft.

Aids for using the [Exorcism] technique on the right and the [Invisible Shield (Fresh)] technique on the left. Even the furkill of a powerless people can activate each technique by holding this [crystal of magic] and casting a spell.

The gloves are as perfect as they are.

Opened the [Invisible Shield (Freshly)] page of the notebook.

Many times I silently read the spell I researched and photographed online and hold the [Crystal of Magic] in my left hand. I remembered the pronunciation I confirmed in the video and gave it to my voice.

"The shield that places the invisible guard here is called" Shield Open. ""

When you say no, a small shield unfolds only once to protect the operator.

The activated word was easily "shielded open".

On the right is [Exorcism] that weakens and distracts the Miscellaneous Demons by scolding them.

I decided not to use it now to save magic. This tunnel won't be necessary.

I wrapped my notebook and [crystal] around my pocket, hung my bag back on my shoulder, and stepped into the tunnel.

Tunnels built in ancient times are stoned with inner walls.

As information suggests, curses such as [lights] were carved at the top and [exorcisms] and [earthquake-resistant] at the bottom.

Preliminary online information suggests that this tunnel is robustly protected by [nest suspension (cake)] school technique. He says the magic that activates the procedure is supplied by converting the power of the ground vein.

Magic traffic infrastructures using the power of the terrain remain everywhere, not only in the Zakart tunnel, but also in the old streets across the Kublum Mountains and the streets of the Ougari Mountains across the island of Nemoralis. Even if I could just confirm this with my own eyes, it was worth coming.

... Sorcery is not what Saint Kirkulus calls "total evil".

Some would have escaped here and protected their lives from the air raids.

I don't shoot the sun inside, but I don't have a single mischievous demon.

Because there is no fouling here.

In the city of Ignikans, Republic of Artel, where Farkil was born, the underground road that passes under the great national highway was a nest of miscellaneous demons.

Clean with salt sanctified by churches and volunteers and clean regularly. But it was soon tainted with garbage, graffiti, vomit and standing piss.

Attracted by physical and spiritual filth, miscellaneous demons keep gushing.

The basement is also insecure, a hotbed of crime such as morons, hiccups, extortion, and violent shakedowns.

The doctrine of Kirkulusism sees itself as "evil (a) shiki beings" simply because they were born with magic.

A powerful people defines existence itself as "filthy", even if it is original sinful and does not do evil.

Because there is no original sin, a people without power is considered a "clean people" because they have no magic and cannot use magic, no matter what evil they do.

Farkill was taken to church every Sunday by his parents.

After noticing the divergence (how) between the Bible and the reality of the Republic of Artel, I felt uncomfortable.

The people are almost powerless people because they became independent as a Kirkulus nation.

If there is only a nation of clean people, then no crime can be committed.

Daily news, familiar incidents, and bullying Farkill himself receives at school. Can one who does such evil deeds be called a "clean people without original sin"?

Only once did Farkill consult with him about the bullying in church.

The priest took my suffering, but with the same mouth he commanded me to forgive the excesses of the bullies.

"Vengeance produces nothing. That was fully understood in the civil unrest ahead."

"But..."

"Forgive their mistakes immature and grow up one foot ahead of them"

Farkil was disappointed with the word of the priest, and on the surface he pretended to obey, never again, to consult anyone.

At the same time, he did not blame the evil deeds of the "innocent and clean people", but was also disappointed with the adult response and the Kirkurism that told him to forgive.

All the tunnel walls seep out of the ground water, passing through the walls and pouring into the ditches dug on either side. Other than the slightly flowing water and one shoe, I didn't hear anything.