It's all one flower.

Amiella was led to the same room as Awellana, the people of the lake.

A servant kept Awellana's coat and bag and hung them in the back closet. Amiella mimicked it, and when she tried to clean it up herself, the servant gently received a coat and a heavy backpack.

"Oh, uh..."

I don't have the experience of being treated so politely and my head turns white. When the servant put the bed in order without saying anything, he left the room in a gracious manner, "Please, have a good night's rest".

This is also a luxurious room.

It is more splendid than any room Amiella has ever seen, and the bed alone, is bigger than the Barack Hut where she lived with her family in the autonomous community of Listver.

The bed has a separate roof from the room. Bilord's curtain was opened only on one side, and I could see inside. The futon has a colorful floral pattern and is as beautiful as a dream. The two pillows were decorated with the same pattern.

The mirror stand placed near the bed is magnificently sculpted and elephant embedded in gold.

"Oh, uh, Mr. Awellana"

"Yes?"

"Uh, uh, I'm, uh, I'm kind of in a room, thank you."

"No, I'm the one who was too big to settle down, so it helps"

Keep your heads down one at a time and lower your hips to the bed. A fluffy futon took the two bodies fluttering.

"This morning, he said, it was tough early in the morning... sorry"

"No, no, no, it's not Mr. Awellana's fault, and no one thought it would be such a cot..."

In Amiella's words, the lake's people's pharmacist (dull) relieved his sorry expression somewhat, but breathed small.

"No way...... That's right. In the city in front of you, how could you..."

"Oh, uh, me, uh, us, we're out of ingredients, so tomorrow, we're going to pick it up."

The pharmacist (dull) turned his green eyes to Amiella, who became nervous and twisted.

I just got alone with the people of the lake, and I don't even know why I'm so nervous. Still managed to say it.

"Um, so, uh, if you're curious, should I, uh, ask?

Awellana closed her eyes and bowed.

... Did I say something unbelievable?

Amiella had no voice in her chilling silence and gazed at the side of the people of the lake.

Green hair hangs on white cheeks. She said she only looked like a girl in middle school, but was born during half a century of civil unrest. At least, he's an adult who lives more than twice as long as Amiela. Besides, I can use magic properly.

I guess there's something in this situation that Amiela can't imagine.

"Can I ask you a favor?

"Ha, ha! Fine. I knew you'd be concerned."

"Maybe even if Mr. Auserrattle and the others keep their contracts, they won't get out of this city"

Affordable Amiela attracted her face to the unexpected words of a pharmacist (dull).

"Talk to the captain too, and if you think it's dangerous, please don't go in deep."

The pharmacist told me with a serious face, and Amiela was bewildered.

... Dangerous? Why? You're just asking about a wacko without a pharmacist in the city?

"The Auserrattles said it was because the only medic in the city died."

"Oh, did you hear that?"

Amiella clapped out, but there's no guarantee that the big man is telling the truth. I guess the pharmacist Awellana doesn't believe that answer.

"I think that's one of the reasons, but something, it's hooked."

Awellana said, lurking her voice.

I don't know the truth about that story. Even if it's true, I feel like I'm hiding something important.

If you ask me again, I don't even know why we are so generous that we are just a bunch of refugees. People's thirst for medicine in the square was horrible.

... Sure, I might not be able to get out of the city if I make your pills as promised.

I remember this morning's riot, and Amiela trembled.

"Outside the city, everyone in the Autonomous Communities says..."

"Mr. Auserrattle is here, and I have a [exorcism] amulet here, so it's okay."

"Did you borrow it from Mr. Roark?

Amiella felt her heart grabbed with an ice hand. Awellana, the people of the lake, smiles at the needle that slipped his mouth and silenced him.

"Oh, it's nothing. It's not wacky. Wearing a magic talisman is a tight fit for Kirkurs..."

Amiella grabbed the [exorcism] amulet that the tailor's manager gave her over her jacket. He protected me all the way down the mountain road. Without this, I would have lost my life many times.

Sooner or later, we must tell them. Thoughtfully pull it out of the collar.

The sack of talismans raised from his neck felt heavier than it actually was.

"It's..."

At a glance, Awellana apparently spotted it as not Roark's personal effects or truck equipment.

The needle amiera snorts. When I breathed one loud breath and put my strength into my belly, I answered in a voice.

"In the Autonomous Community, the manager of the tailor gave it to me"

"No way......"

The people of the lake of the Fraxinus have lost their word.

"My grandmother is a powerful people. My grandmother gave me back what she had left with the manager."

The green eyes of the people of the lake open to surprise.

Amiella took [the crystal of magic] from the sachet of the talisman and put it on her palm. As soon as possible, a pale light lights up in clear crystals.

"Mr. Amiela..."

An unbelievable eye shakes [the crystal of magic] and a needle of a Kirkurist. Amiela's mouth, once determined to tell, moved smoothly.

"It was only recently that I found out that I was... magical, similar to my grandmother"

Green eyes are pointed straight at Amiela's blue eyes.

Speaking of not telling them without covering them up, Amiella continued, choosing the words carefully.

"I was born in the Autonomous Community and grew up with the teachings of Saint Kirkulus, so I don't know how to use magic"

"Uh, so, what are you going to do now?

The only way to ask that question was to shake my head sideways.

"... I don't know. I don't know if I should follow faith and cross to Artel, study magic and convert to Fraxinus, nothing… I don't know anything"

I don't know one thing about who I'm going to be, where and what I'm going to do to live.

Awellana, the people of the lake, lay down his swinging eyes, shocked by an unexpected confession.

"Oh, right. I can't make up my mind."

A painful silence descended on the lavish bedroom, and how long it had been, the people of the lake looked up.

"My grandmother was also someone who couldn't use magic, right? Then, just like your old lady..."

"No. My grandmother... has my grandmother's notebook. Can you look at that?

Amiella stopped answering herself and pulled her backpack out of the closet. The notebook remains at the bottom after digging from the mountain path.

Three old notebooks were arranged on the bed, and a notebook with (i) on the cover was given to Awellana.

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

"I'm afraid to see it alone, I haven't seen it yet."

"Well, let's see it together"

When the pharmacist (dull) smiled to reassure Amiela, he nodded small and turned the cover.

"Sounds like a memorandum of spell. It's a preliminary technique for [spiritual doves]."

"What?"

The characters that Amiella cannot read are recognized (written) in a polite handwriting.

The pharmacist opened the page and explained it to me.

The first page is a spell of powerful words, the next is pronunciation and Hunan translation, and the third page has effects and precautions. A three-page set of instructions on how to use one spell is summarized.

"Granny did the same thing we did in the meantime, which was the library, didn't she?

Before Amiella met, everyone who had been overlooked by a mobile dealership (Praethermassa) stopped by the library. Three of the Star Road Prostitutes and Roark write a map, and all of the Fraxinus say they wrote a spell from the Book of Magic that might help.

We spent three days collecting the information we needed before we could find the truck, remove the debris from the road, and start traveling in earnest.

"... did that happen"

"Yep. If you were a powerful people, your grandmother would have put it together so that you could live out of the Autonomous Community."

When I buried the notebook, I remembered the words my grandmother told me.

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

The young Amiella could not imagine what such a thing would do, she just leaned her neck.

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

… so that it can be used…… study.

Just because Amiela doesn't remember, didn't her grandmother know that her granddaughter was a powerful people? So I went with him to bury the memorandum of spell so I could use it one day.