It's all one flower.

In the evening, as the curse doctor of the people of the lake said, another lake folk funeral parlor Agoni appeared in the garden.

Roark stops his hand pulling out the herb and extends his hips to greet him.

"Welcome back"

"Whoa? You sure..."

Even for so little time we were together, the funeral parlor remembered Roark's face. Loosen your cheeks and put the pig down.

"I've heard a lot about you, but I need to get rid of this guy first, because it's dangerous."

"Dangerous?"

The pigs of prey do not move on the ground after finishing the grass ri. You look dead, but are you just passing out?

Agoni said by showing the silver badge he had raised around his neck (today).

"I'm [the white butterfly that leads]. I know how to mourn human beings, but I don't know how to keep demons from spreading in edible meat."

"Ah...!

Preventing the decay of the corpses of bird beasts and the occurrence of miscellaneous demons and demons and preserving them as edible meat is the technique of the [Condolences] vulture eagle (bald eagle)] school.

Cut into small pieces and salted, to some extent preventable, but difficult to process in such a large animal.

If you are a small fish, the height is known where the demon is possessed. Awellana, the people of the lake, was gently shaking salt on the fish drained of water and putting it in a bag, just in case. So far, I have no particular problems.

"Because the blood drain has been done over there... how many?

"What?"

"How many of you are here right now?

I heard Agoni pull out a mountain knife hanging from his waist and dismantle the pig. Roark answers by counting the fingerfolds.

"Well, there are twelve of us, the curse doctor and Mr. Agoni, fourteen of us."

"Right. That's good. It's not just the two of us, we have to ash the excess. I don't want to."

Roark felt indescribable and watched Agoni work.

Everyone else does their own work in the villa. He made wound medicines and helped with them, worked fine on spreading grass, baked, repaired clothes, and organized data.

One Roark, there was nothing he could do, and he was concurrently collecting materials and taking care of the garden.

There are also four kinds of herbs that will calm your feelings, herbs that will become wound pills, and weeds that can be eaten. Weeds that could not be used, bagged by type, were piled in one place.

By the time Agoni returned, the front door had cleared out just about a truck's worth of range, but still, the garden was huge. It's a lot of work just outside the flowerbed.

... For the time being, you can play grass.

If I was a previous Roark, I would have broken my heart from within doing nothing if I had been told to do the garden on my own as much as the high school grounds. Now I'm even happy to offer to work from myself and work on it for days.

"Corner, my brother grassed me and let's make it grilled here tonight"

"What? At night, outside...?

Roark looked at the funeral parlor Agoni in surprise.

The remnants of dusk dye the white walls and walls of the villa golden. The funeral parlor's old man grinned at his shaded face at sunset.

"In this fence, it is protected by a powerful [junction]. There's no stopping it from gushing from the inside of dead meat on the rocks."

"Really? Then I'll call everyone."

Grab a bag of vanilla and herbs and enter the villa.

When I opened the door, I smelled the fragrant smell of bread burning.

I go to the kitchen for a small run. I was just getting the baked bread out of the oven and it was cold.

"Mr. Leno, Mr. Agoni is back. There's a pig, let's eat in the garden."

"It is. Then I think I'm gonna get out of the truck or something. Pina, Tis, Amana, can you go get everyone?

The girls replied with a bright voice and quickly left.

"Let's not carry bread until we get the desk out or something"

"Right."

Vanilla and herbs were placed on the workbench and the two of us went back to the garden.

While waiting for Medvege, manager Leno and funeral home Agoni exchange greetings for a reunion.

"Wow, it's been a long time since you've had a bakery brother."

"Long time no see. Mr. Agoni."

"Whoa? Did you remember my name?"

"Yes... Why did you just ask the curse doctor? Oh, it's me, Leno."

I'm Roark.

Even now, Roark hastily named his name.

The girls bring everyone out.

"Oh, it's been a long time, too, Lucky."

"Long time no see, funeral parlor. Hey, look. In the meantime, did you even move to a butcher?

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. I got this one.

Agoni fingers and laughs at the silver butterfly shining at sunset.

Roark was wondering why terrorists and their victims could laugh at each other so uncontrollably.

... because I originally knew a curse doctor? No, but the captain and that kid seem different.

Watch Captain Solniak and Boy Soldier Morph tile as he helps prepare dinner.

Morph seems to be the first to see a pig. Ask this excitedly, Agoni and Medvege answer the joke mix. Captain Solniak was trying to laugh at it.

Roark, too, has never seen a wild pig so close.

In a newspaper article about crop damage, I've seen pictures, but the actual size and beast smell, the exhilaration that we're all going to eat. It was my first time with everything.

Funeral home Agoni brings a metal strut and skewers from the villa, and it's pork barbecue tonight. Around the fire of the [furnace] set by Cruillo and Agoni, wait for the meat to cook.

Manager Leno asked the pharmacist (dull) Awellana to make another [furnace], and made a soup of wild grass and pork in a deep pot he received during this time.

While waiting for the dish to be ready, manager Leno cut the meat and Pinatifida stabbed it on the skewer. They both have their first plastic bags in their hands and are working over the bags.

"It stinks a little beastly, but it nourishes a lot. Eat up. If you leave it behind, just ash it."

"Eating raw can make you sick. Make sure the fire comes through."

Agoni and Septentorio told me, they all nodded magically.

Juvenile soldier Morph asks a horrible question to the spelldoctor Septentorio.

"Let's explain that later. Come on, it's burnt."

The spelldoctor removed the skewer from the strut and handed it to Morph.

... Ah! Is that what you call it?

Roark noticed that the spelldoctor Septentorio avoided explanations during the meal. Of course the pharmacist (dull) Awellana (of course), manager Leno and Pinatifida, Captain Cruillo and Solgnac also look subtle.

The brothers and sisters at the bakery had replaced their plastic bags with gloves when they touched the raw meat earlier to avoid touching them with their bare hands.

… hepatitis E and parasites…?

Roark took two firmly burned skewers and gave one to Farkill.

"Oh, thank you"

"You're welcome. Mr. Farkill, have you ever eaten a pig?

"No, it's my first time. You look like a pig for what it looks like."

"Right. Relatives."

Saying that, I breathed and chilled.

"Huh? Ahhh!

"Ha ha. 'Cause I eat in a hurry."

Morph, who wore it quickly, burned his mouth. The fatty meat was equivalent, seemed to be hot, and the lips were lit with flames.

A spelldoctor, Septentorio, set up about a glass of water with [manicured water] and let it touch Morph's mouth. Boy soldier Morph closes his mouth with a surprised face. The spelldoctor cast yet another spell, releasing the water.

"Baking is hot, so be careful"

"... yeah"

Juvenile soldier Morph is flattered, but he doesn't seem reluctant to treat the spelldoctor. Morph's lips had healed beautifully.

... With that said, I wish I had helped Mr. Awellana without complaining.

Were you used to this life and faint in faith?

Or is it a personality that you would be familiar with there if you had the opportunity to touch the teachings of Fraxinus, just because you were born and raised in the Autonomous Community of Listver, so you only knew Kirkrus?

... Me too, really...

If my grandfather and my parents hadn't pushed me, I would have believed in Fraxinus.

Surrounding the island of Negna, a vast lake of Lacus shines just around the corner. I was taught from an early age not to be grateful for the tears of the gracious goddess, and was raised to be a Kirkulus.

It was there that they hid and made him pretend to be a Fraxinus in order to gain a rich life outside the Autonomous Community.

Everyone around me is a Fluxinus.

In front of my grandfather and my parents, I acted as though I was reluctantly pretending to be a Fluxinus, but I really enjoyed the festival purely and thanked the gods.

Beryoza, a near-old Hidden Kirkulus girl, had no doubt whatsoever and had ascribed herself to the teachings of the powerless saint Kirkulus.

"Sometimes I say not to be persecuted, but it's a test of the strength of faith."

The glow that dwelt in Belyoza's eyes was insane somewhere.

He looked neat and had a lovely bright smile, but he didn't want to get along.

Each other's parents were either going to let the two of them get married in the future, or they were putting something on it to bring the two houses to and from each other and set aside an opportunity to be alone.

Because they have a common secret and are parentally approved, or Beryoza, they seemed to intend it entirely. When I came to the Diaphanes in Roark, I always brought handmade sweets.

Shake off the sweet, sticky memories and hit the pork.

It has a smell, but it was quenched by the sweetness of the fat and the thick taste of the meat, which immediately stopped bothering me. I didn't think the meat that I just baked, which had no flavor whatsoever, would taste so good.

Are we all the same, less and less meat?

"Delicious."

"Hey."

Elantis and Amana smile at each other.

Everyone was so full of wild meat that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't eat it anymore.

"Even if you want it later, hey. All right?"

"I can't do this anymore..."

"Thank you very much."

Mouthfully say thank you to the pig and agoni.

Agoni nodded and ashed the rest to prevent demons from occurring. A spelldoctor, Septentorio, dissolves the remaining ashes in water and sprinkles them on the flowerbed.

Everyone mourned the life of the pig without speaking out, offering in their hearts a prayer of gratitude.