It's all one flower.

Last night I rested with the same caution, just in case, but I slept better than yesterday because the militant guerrilla was away.

We finished breakfast earlier than usual and the same eight jump to the base of Nenia Island as yesterday. The only spelldoctor, Septentorio, came right back.

Farkill, who stayed in the garden and waited, speaks out thoughtfully.

Welcome back, Doctor Spell.

"... I'm home"

Septentorio, the curse doctor of the people of the lake, frowned and solidified, but immediately loosened his expression.

"What's wrong?

Everyone else went back to the villa, making sure we were alone, Farkill said.

"It's still training today, so the guerrillas probably won't get hurt. I also have Mr. Awellana's medicine... so..."

"Do you want me to [jump] and take you to the city? Hate (unfortunately), I..."

"No, you know, on foot, I want you to follow me. I want you to remember the location of the city of Kardafstovaux."

Farkill hastily corrected the spelldoctor's haste.

The spelldoctor's green eyes stare at Farkill.

How does the eye of a wizard who has spent more than four hundred years reflect the furkill of a middle school student? The boy of the land people took the gaze of the curse doctor of the lake people and looked back.

"Fine. I think I should get to know the island better."

"Currently... is there a trick to being a curse doctor in the days of the Old Kingdom?

"Yep. At the time, there was no city by the name of Kardafstovaux. I'm sure there's no shadow left at all when I find out."

The spelldoctor Septentorio turned his gaze out of the gate. Blocked by the illusions of the forest, you can't see beyond. The sun shoots into the real woods and little birds and bugs wake up. Farkill raised his voice so that he could not lose the lively voice of the creatures of the world.

"Well, I'm going to get some baggage!

"I want to prepare it, too, so please wait for half an hour."

While waiting for the spell doctor in the dining room, Farkill inspected his luggage.

I'll try to get out the contents of the bag. Wipes bag filled with magic medicine. Pharmacist (dull) Awellana made it by yesterday. This time it's all powder, so the weight is no big deal. One serving at a time is wrapped in the medicine wrapper that the curser gave me. The five types are divided into envelopes made of photocopying paper and put together in a wipe bag.

Two bottles of bread for lunch, the rest of yesterday's dried apricots and drinking water. I repacked it to my bag with the map and tablet device.

In a hemp bag, a cap from a grasshopper. Aside from what the two of them would wear, I stacked the ten replacement pieces I had deposited from Medvege in a hemp bag. Ask Chloenier of Lord Guo's nest about the sale price of the replacement and negotiate whether he can resell it or replace it with something else.

I can't carry all the magic pills that the spellsmith asked me to carry at once. Every time I went to the city, it was delivered little by little, but it wasn't even a fifth yet.

Medicine made of herbal material from this base had to be given to the old lady, Silva, and wound medicine was to be given to militant guerrillas. That burden is huge, but I can only help the Furkills gather materials and work with their hands.

... Besides, I'm having trouble picking materials from Warcraft.

The spell store owner told me, "Don't be shy," but I didn't say I'd give you a break. I guess I'll have to get it somehow.

Pharmacist Awellana said the horn of a bull on fire is a material of medicine for cirrhosis. In the list I made as I heard from the spellmaker, it is among the objects to be given as the material. I guess it can also be used as a material for spells.

... If you break the nucleus of existence with magic, all the bodies of the world will disappear, so a physical attack, or magic, has to be taken off the steeple and defeated.

Farkill, a powerless people, doesn't even know if he can magically do such a trick. How many guns should I shoot? Before that, can you find this warcraft? Can we run into each other and go home alive?

... those people... you can't go back to Nenia for the rest of your life then...?

Pharmacist Awellana can [jump], but not the others. Once the war is over, you may be able to cross the North Vieetfi Bridge, but depending on how the war ends, you may never cross it again. Besides, they could have dropped the bridge again.

"Thank you for waiting. Let's go."

The spelldoctor Septentorio wore a hospital white coat and wrapped a waist pouch underneath it. If you look closely, the hem and sleeves of the white coat are embroidered with white thread. It would be a spell of protection. Screw the [blue wings] badge (today) into your white chest pocket and head to the gate.

"Spelldoctor, boy, be careful."

"When you're in danger, you'll get away with [jumping], so you'll be fine."

Waving back to Medvege, who came to drop me off at the gate, Farkill stepped into the illusion of the forest by joining hands with the spelldoctor.

The right hand connects with the spelldoctor, taking his left hand forward one step at a time, making sure he's underfoot. A surprised bat popped out, squeaking. Even though I know it's an illusion, I'm somewhat scared to hit the trunk of a tree and go. The spelldoctor breathed when he saw Farkill's left hand thrust through.

"Do you remember which tree is an illusion?

"No... er, they have the same width path as the gate, but I'm also a little unsure, so I'm checking to see if I can touch it with my hands this way."

"Really?"

The spelldoctor put an empty hand in front of Farkill. The feeling of grass touching your feet is real, but all the trunks of the tree, your hands push through without any response.

On their way out of the square, the two exhaled loudly. The spelldoctor looks back on the path he has just come.

"I see… you have no idea."

"But if you mark a boulder, the meaning you're hiding in [illusion] is gone."

"Indeed."

The two of us laugh bitterly and walk down the road leading from the square to the driveway. Not only the cicadas, but also the many types of insects that Farkill did not know were thriving.