It's all one flower.

"Mr. Oriole said that he was free..."

The curse doctor Septentorio, whose treatment came to a paragraph, was drawn to the old lady and led to a corner of the garden. A small field has been created and several types of herbs have been planted.

Oriol is the young guard who led the curse doctor and the funeral parlor.

Septentorio, who had known the Pharmaceutical Company guards for a long time, did not even know his name until he came to the lair on the island of Lanterna.

"I don't know how to [think owl]."

"Hmm? Oh, really? Well, just remember the place."

The old lady, who had pulled the curse doctor, dropped her shoulder and said all that, pulled back the cobblestone in the garden.

Septentorio did not return to the mansion and walked slowly between the herbal fields.

Some varieties were medicinal herbs that he also knew. Hate, I don't know any spells that make magic drugs out of this.

The medicine of the [Blue One-Winged] Faculty, repaired by Septentorio, does not use medication, but is primarily a magic of healing trauma.

Even the [flying] school of spelldoctors are familiar with drugs because they use surgery and medicine to heal wounds and diseases.

I guess the old lady expected that.

Septentorio felt somewhat sorry for him.

... Why are you growing so many herbs when there are no [thinking] pharmacists (dullness)?

Doubt blurred my head, but I immediately deny it myself. I'm sure there's a fellow pharmacist elsewhere.

This safe house was full of seriously injured people who could not possibly be treated with magic drugs.

Apart from the room guided on the first day, there were also several patients who had been put to sleep but had already run out.

The guards Oriol and the others took the bodies out to the garden, leaving the latter to the funeral home Agoni.

The deceased aspirants became [tears of the sorcerer] and returned to the mansion.

Each and every little crystal, of different colours, was a concentrated magic inside, pale and glowing.

He will die and be thrown into battle with the Republic of Artel. Until the time when the magic that dwelled within was exhausted and crushed and scattered...

In just a few days of coming to this lair, Septentorio had healed more than fifty people, including minor injuries.

A dozen also whom Agoni mourned and turned into [tears]. Destruction in Artel territory seems to be a pretty tough situation for the Nemoralists willing.

They've given so many casualties, but still, more than that, they're willing to go into operational action.

Many of the aspiring are powerful people, wizards who have completed some sort of scholarly technique.

Even the [spiritual dove] scholastic technique used for chores and such in everyday life, if you devise a way to use it, shows terrible killing power.

In half a century of civil unrest, he threw himself into battle even housewives and children with guidance from [Flying Eagle (Taka)] school military and police officers, their OBs, etc.

Septentorio himself captured terrorists with [manicured water] techniques used for cleaning, dishwashing, etc., when he was subjected to terrorism prior to this war.

Nonetheless, in the pre-construction period, Artel, the scientific civilization country of the "Kirkurus nation of the powerless people", is forced to struggle.

Normally, if you leave the scene promptly after the sabotage, [leap], the willing side should not have to send out so many casualties.

Weren't the powerful people isolated on the island of Lanterna suffering from Artel's oppression?

Instead of responding willingly, is it interfering with the willing battle by being at the behest of the Artel government?

But then, the aspirants would apply a [leap] exclusion junction or something to this lair to prevent the encroachment of the wizard. If the enemy has a wizard, they will soon find him and crush his stronghold.

... why...? No, the hell, what kind of sabotage do they...?

Willingness repeatedly came to my request for help while the Septentorios were depressed in the woods on the north side of the Kublum Mountains.

Because of this situation, he was desperately persuading the curse doctor and the funeral parlor.

After the air raid, the days spent in the woods intersect with the memories of the evacuation life we lived during half a century of civil unrest.

Septentorio, a long-lived race, has already lived nearly ten times his apparent age. Would this have lived four hundred years?

Not long after the start of half a century of civil unrest, the family of the goddess Panisea Uni Flora...... they killed all their relatives just to say they were the people of the lake.

Septentorio's only survived because he left his family in the medical industry city of Kulbunika.

The city was also burned at the end of the civil unrest, fled to the woods with his life and managed to survive.

At least the powerless people did not follow them to the woods inhabited by demons and warcraft.

Septentorio asked the forest for help, even in this war.

Many who evacuated together, once the air raid settled, moved to urban areas, but Septentorio was unwilling to return to the city.

I never asked why the funeral parlor Agoni would stay beside me.

Is it because they are from the same lake?

During the civil unrest of half a century, he had to hide himself not only from the Kirkurs, who regarded magic and powerful people as "wicked", but also from the same Fraxinus.

The "branch party of Qin Pi (Tonerico)", dominated by the people of Lu, was in conflict with the "Light Party of Lake Water", which focuses on the people of the lake.

The followers of other gods, such as Sturasi, patron saint of Rock Mountain, are a minority.

During half a century of civil unrest, the voice was either silenced or forced to give (crease) to one of the two major sects, and it was also oppressed.

The main and goddess.

Sectarian strife was also, as it were, a protest between political parties, directly linked to racism.

Since before the civil unrest, the people of the land also have the followers of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake. Conversely, there were those who served the people of the lake and the Lord God Fraxinus.

Those minorities were branded "traitors" by their respective races and sects and were first oppressed.

They dyed their green hair green with the colour of the earth, the colour of the earth, and were diligently trying to preserve their faith.

Septentorio is a people of the lake, so there is more faith in Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, than in the main god Fraxinus. But I never intended to exclude the people of the land or those who serve the Lord God because of it.

The weight of life has nothing to do with a believing God.

Prior to the spread of the idea of ethnic self-determination, people enjoyed the Festival of Fraxinus, regardless of race or which God they believed in primarily.

Septentorio also participated in not only the "Blue Festival", which recreated the battle between the Goddess and the Dragon of Drought, but also the "Oak Festival", which prayed for the Lord God for a long time, and the "High Top Festival (please)", which toured the mountain of Patron Saints of Rock Mountain.

He was not interested in the festival of Kirkulus and spent time without interfering with one another with the pagans living in the neighborhood. The Kirkurs had almost no contact because they did not visit the spelldoctor.

... because the country is divided into all parts, and the faith is divided...

The Republic of Nemoralis is principally the goddess of the lake, and the Kingdom of Lacrimalis serves the main god Fraxinus. The two countries maintained friendship, even after the division, as the same Fraxinus nation. Both regard the Republic of Artel as a virtual enemy state.

In each country, they also protected sects that became minorities.

Even though we were bleeding during half a century of civil unrest, now we respect each other's faith as if nothing had happened.

But it was no longer an innocent interdenominational exchange that preceded half a century of civil unrest.

I was reminded that it was a "religious alliance" to counter a common enemy called Artel, the Kirkurus nation.

Now, the aspirations of the Nemoralis are a mixture of the people of land and the people of the lake.

Septentorio exhaled heavily and drove out the depressing mood accumulated in his chest.

... Now, let's not think about the extra and focus on treatment.

Many aspiring wounds were gunshot wounds and those caught in explosions and directly hit by fragments.

It takes a lot of work just to remove the fragments.

If the fragments are visible on the body surface, even amateurs are likely to be able to take them, but that doesn't quite make it so. Accidental injury to blood vessels and fear of causing major bleeding.

... Can't you procure more protective equipment so the fragments don't stab? At least, like a curse...

Security guard Oriol said he also had fellow members of the [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] and [flying eagle (taka)] schools. Is there not enough ingredient?

"Spelldoctor!" Oh, my God!

Funeral home Agoni comes running cobblestones.

"What's up?

"Hey, look at this guy. Huh!

I hear the patient didn't arrive. Agoni spread the newspaper in his hand and poked it at the septentorio.

At the top of the international spectrum, the headline was "Nemoralis Army, Using Magic Organisms as Weapons".