It's all one flower.

At the end of June, the last time she visited the church, Viola says she was alone.

"Oh, what happened to the baby?

With both hands in his one-piece pocket, Viola looked up at the altar with her expressionless eyes. Summer clothes awarded as rewards for making brooms were old and faded, with a stretched collar and a single chest button hanging over them.

After a long silence, Viola said in an unchallenged voice, without looking at each other.

"And the priest... you're worried about the baby"

Turn your back and walk away.

"Priest, oh my god!

"It's an accident!

"Pray for the final..."

The workers rush in and Viola runs away in the wrong place. The white wrist pulled out of his pocket was tightly red.

No one has seen Viola since.

After responding to the accident, the priest asked one of the faithful to go check on him. The faithful returned with a change of blood to the place where the priest was being pursued by a fine chore.

"Priest, oh my god! The baby's dead!

He contacted the police in the estate district and visited the temporary house with three priests, their followers and policemen.

"The door was closed, but the lock was open, so I opened it."

There is nothing else in the corner of the room but a paper bag with a properly folded blanket, clothes and towels, and a "(broom).

The baby was rolling on his back under the window. On the neck bent at an unnatural angle, there are red marks. Much thicker than Viola...... probably by the hands of an adult man.

"What about the mother?

"Earlier...... I was at church about three hours ago, and while the reports of the accident came in and I was bummed, I went somewhere"

"Maybe the neighbor knows something, right?

Priests and believers answer cop questions. The policeman took the notebook out of his pocket and asked the priest.

"Has anything changed?

The priest did not cover it up and spoke of what happened when Viola visited the chapel. A cop writes it down.

I knock on the next door and call, but both neighbors of the Viola house had no reaction. Both are locked.

"Oh, officer... even the priest..."

As the three turned around, a resident middle-aged woman stood in her hand with a cloth bag. Answer the policeman's question that you are from three neighborhoods. The priest is also an aunt I have seen in church several times.

"Is that me? I started sewing in elementary school this morning, and the ingredients died, so I came home."

As a reward for my work, I received this bag and a loaf of bread. I will try to raise the good-looking shopping bag made of old cloth.

"Do you know where Viola went?

"No... you haven't been to church? No way, he's falling on some side of the road in the heat...?

Every year in the Ristover Autonomous Region, a large number of people lose their lives due to heat stroke. Many fell at this time of year when it began to get hot.

"No, once about three hours ago, I came, but I left right away..."

"Now, guys, I've got some work to do, and I'm away early in the morning, except for the guy at the end."

"By people on the edge, are you a resident next to Viola on the right?

Nodding to the cops, the aunt said.

"I'm still asleep because I'm on the night shift, and when I shut up, I yell and go wild. Which is louder, but so is Viola. So, I always go to church... the habit, when I go home, is that we're all sleeping just at dawn, but you keep the rattlesnake loud. But we're all giving up because we're not the kind of people Hanashi goes through. Oh, it's the one who says, in that fire... all the time..."

My aunt was dissatisfied at once, and she noticed the priest and whispered. The policeman asked about Viola's recent state and so on, and let his aunt go home.

Residents on the edge returned to the place where the policeman called for support wirelessly and the priest prayed for the peace of the baby's soul. I hold the liquor bottle like it's important.

"Is this it? I got paid in, so I got a little excited and went to the liquor store at the estate.... I swear, I didn't steal it."

The man, already drunk, let the cops stretch his chest.

"Nice to meet you. I am a priest of the Eastern Diocese of the Autonomous Region of Listver. Don't you know Mr. Viola?

"Viola?"

"It's the girl next door"

"Oh, that whore, is that the name? Did you even tickle your customer's wallet?

"No. She always does handiwork in church like making brooms. I can't see you today..."

The priest prays to the saint Kirkulus in his heart and responds with a quiet voice to the man's bastard answer. The man had a humble grin and laughed with his nose.

"Daimyo, that's not enough, so you went back to your original business, right?

A man pushes away a believer standing in front of a door and puts a key out of his pocket. A policeman called off a man trying to enter his room and asked one question after another, including where he had been and what he had been doing since this morning and how he had recently turned into Viola. The man answers everything without staring and just enters the room.

Forensics arrived and examined the whole thing to house the baby's body.

After the judicial autopsy, the priest held a small funeral without anyone else present, and the next morning he delivered the ashes to a joint cemetery close to the mountain.

Nearly a month later, as was often the case in the former Autonomous Communities, there were still rumours of "killing unwanted babies and running off with men," etc., but we don't know who killed the babies, nor do we find Viola.

"I don't believe Viola is a child who does that"

"Yep... I hope you're doing well somewhere..."

"At that time, if I hang words to guide Viola..."

The priest regrets that he made the wrong choice. This past month, bitter regrets have been causing priests. I always behave as I do in front of the other believers, but when I am alone with Kufshenka on the matter of the bailout business, occasionally, I expose myself in my chest.

Kufshenka couldn't find a word to hang on to the matter.

The priest tells me from forensics that there were traces of acts on the floor of that room. As our neighbor says, did Viola bring in the guests herself or was she broken in? In unsatisfactory conditions when visiting the church, the latter is likely, but in both cases, as is often the case in the East End District, the police carried out a one-time investigation just in form and ended it.

Senator Laqueus' sister Kufushenka also uses connections such as tailor customers and sponsorships to hit on Viola's whereabouts, but doesn't get a single clue.

Kufushenka returned to the estate district merely describing the ingredients he had been transported to the confectioners and the food preserved for reward.