It's all one flower.

After lunch, Captain Solgnac and employee Cruillo checked the tree stand.

From a pile of felled branches, pick up two affordable ones at a time and touch the trees. When I found out the width of the hidden path in [Illusion], now they headed backwards side by side.

The road was as wide as two adults could walk with tree branches and hands stretched out full. This would make it easier to get through the trucks of the overlooked mobile dealership (Praether Massa).

The boy soldier Morph, who was ordered to wait, dropped them off until their hindsight was lost and invisible in the illusion of a tree stand.

"Boy, what was a curse doctor doing in a toco like this?

"Come on? There was a fence, and there was a grass over there, Bo Bo, and he was standing there."

Medvege, who was likewise ordered to wait, repeated the question in all likelihood, but nothing more could be answered to Morph.

Instead, tell him what he said.

"Everyone was with me, and I was surprised how I got to Toko like this."

"Well, you'd be surprised. This is enemy territory."

That's what Medvege said, scorning the illusion of the forest where the two disappeared.

... Enemy land?

To whom and what enemies?

Artel Republic against everyone as Nemoralis. The Wizard of the Lanterna Islanders, who grudges against the Kirkrussians. Fraxinus...... No, a Kirkulus country that breaks all wizards as "evil" without question.

Kirkurs and Fraxinus, the people of the land and the people of the lake, the powerful and the powerless, the long-lived and the everlasting race...... faith, race, magic or not, occupation, age, gender, education, skill...... everything is a fragmented group.

On the contrary, he is also the perpetrator and victim of terrorism.

I didn't feel like I could successfully explain to Boy Soldier Morph who "we" were.

On the face of it, refugees of Nemoralis burned out in air raids. Here are the Ristover Autonomous Communities people who were burned out by the Great Fire, but the only thing that really is the neighbor Ne Amiela.

The needle Amiella keeps a close eye on the forest where the two disappeared.

... we can move across the bridge to the mainland of Artel.

Boy soldier Morph didn't originally have any of his stuff or anything. The family would have died in an example fire.

I have more belongings now.

The bag Amiella made me contains a grey trainer that Farkill gave me, a paper cup with wound medicine that the pharmacist (dull) Awellana made me, and salt that manager Leno split for me.

The pharmacist Awellana taught me how to identify medicinal herbs that become wound pills, and how to cook many avenues of edible grass for the manager of Leno. Broadcaster ruins and libraries taught Medvege to read and write.

All that, in the city of Dossici, he was fed daily wandering in the mansion of the head of the commercial union, and his body became sturdy. I slept in a fuzzy bed and ate a lot of sweet treats too.

... I didn't know there was such a delicious mon in the world.

Remember, see manager Leno. At the mansion, he was baking bread and sweets. He was as good as the mansion craftsman, making delicious things.

So do Pinatifida and the little Elantis. It wasn't magic, it seemed technical, but both were out of reach of the morphs.

Pinatifidas Three of the bakeries are also turning the same anxious gaze toward the forest as Amiela.

They shouldn't be in Artel.

I wanted to get him back to Nenia somehow, but Morph didn't know what to do.

... a powerless people, so if you convert to Kirkrus, you'll be with them forever, won't you?

Watch the brothers and sisters in the bakery with pale expectations.

With that said, I've never seen you do anything that sounds like Flaxinus prayer. Earlier, he also helped me build the Sacred Mark Flag by remembering the Sacred Word of Kirkulus to break through the Inquisition.

Manager Leno did nothing, but Pinatifida told me from herself that she would help build the flag.

... that? Could be pretty handsome, huh?

What city is ahead of you across the South Vieetfi Bridge and what people live like.

The Republic of Artel began the war in the name of the salvation of the people of the Autonomous Region of Listver. At least, it would be better than the Autonomous Communities.

... Right. Our house, it was less than ruins.

Literally, I have been forced to live sipping muddy water and crawling through the ground.

Many of the girls, when they were about the age of Morph, were daughter-in-law or customer taken by employees and other old men in fixed-term positions. Morph's sister worked hard in her inner job, without having to do either because of her infirmity.

Neighbor Amiella doesn't seem to have to do that because her father earned money there and she was also given a job in her hand.

...... hmm? What? That guy, why?

Farkill even mentioned the name of the city and church to the Bridge guards. I can often tell you that the Lacrimaris have relatives in Artel.

"Hey, brother, how do you know the city of Artel?

When asked thoughtfully, Farkill raised his face from his tablet device.

"I don't know. I don't know."

"What? You said bullshit, and you just happened to hit it?

"I just went to the map site and said the city and church on the continent side closest to the bridge because I could see the radio coming through"

"Hmm."

About half to Morph, I didn't know what he was talking about, but I couldn't take it, and with that board, I just found out that I could do a lot of research.

"Well, what a city, what kind of toko is that?

"Hmm? See? Wait a minute..."

Farkill strokes the board and invites him to the boy soldier Morph. Sitting next to me and peeking at the board, there was a map. Nor is that a top-heavy plan I saw in the library. It's a real map, like looking down over the city.

"This is an aerial photograph of the city of Ignikans"

Next to the bridge Farkill pointed to, the city name is noted in red. Long words, but if they said that and followed the letters, Morph managed to read them too.

"And this is Astrum Church. On the photograph of the building is the mark of the Church of Kirkulus"

The roof indicated by the Lacrimaris boy was ridden by a sign surrounded by an ellipse around the star shape, beside which was written "Astrum" in blue.

The building stood out as the tiny red brown roof stretched. Surrounded by a little square.

When Farkill moved his fingers, the church grew larger. The moment your finger touches the mark in the corner, the picture twists and turns. Normally it's an angle from the ground. Much bigger and more splendid than the church in the autonomous community of Listver, there are many cars parked in the square.

As my fingers moved, the view flowed.

Walk through the gates of the church and out of the premises. The front was a shopping mall like the one we saw in the city of Zerneau. Across the four-lane road, a variety of shops line up. The person entering and leaving the store was seen from the gap between the cars going and going.

Farkill's fingers move and his point of view changes with a twist.

Now he walked along the walls of the church. The faces of the people on the road were blurry and not sure, but they were all dressed beautifully. Not a single one of the same suitors as the inhabitants of Barack Street has walked.

Around the perimeter of the church the map was closed.

"We're running out of batteries, so take a break"

"Ooh... uh... thanks"

I look at the blackened board with the comfort of waking up from my dreams.

"Captains, it's late."

That's what they say, face the woods. I didn't see the two of you.