It's all one flower.

The pocket of Farkill's trousers contains several sachets and handkerchiefs with [magic crystals] and a map. It's a map of the island of Lanterna written on top of a tablet device.

Farkil gave out a map of the main road, oriented in the direction of the shadows, and walked south on the driveway around the outer perimeter of Lanterna Island. On the right hand side, the woods are blue and lush, and on the horizon on the left hand side, the island shadow can be seen shaking.

... This is the direction of the shadows, so it's the Funalis Islands.

Eyes on Lake Lacus. The spelldoctor was also put on and looked at the calmly shimmering surface of the water. The tears of the goddess Panisea Uni Flora are exposed to summer sunlight independently of human warfare and beam a fragment of the crystal.

The lake blockade in the Kingdom of Lacrimaris was not lifted and there was not a single shadow in the lake. A grass hat with a tight jaw string is stirred. The wind blowing from the lake was cool, but the asphalt lighting back seared the furkill twinkly.

"What is the city you're going to now?

"The ground is the city of Cardafstovaux, with ordinary residential and shopping districts, quite large, and the buildings are often magically protected, but there are also many places where electricity and the Internet can be used"

"You look like the city of Zerneau.... there are also underground areas to say that the ground...?

"Yes, underground is another city called Chernoknyjnik, which has lots of shops and stuff."

"Are you safe?"

"What?"

Farkill inadvertently stopped and saw the curse doctor. The curse doctor who sees Farkill with a suspicious face, thanks to his magical white coat or not a single sweat.

"All I know is Chernoknyjnik. The ground was a field, and the basement was a city."

That's what the curse doctor said, he started walking forward. Farkill also listens to the spelldoctor Septentorio as he advances his legs again.

"At the time, there were horrible plants growing on this island, so people spent most of their time underground."

"Horrible...... plants......?

"It's a thing that got lost in the world from different worlds. There was a strong poison in the sap and so on, and the birds, animals, bugs, etc. in this world died just close by."

"... is that, like, baked...?

"A large number of people died after poisonous ingredients were mixed with smoke and diffused"

Farkill was stunned, but he didn't stop so hard that he proceeded with his steps.

Measures such as the one that middle school furkill could easily come up with had been tried a long time ago and had had the worst results. The spelldoctor's voice was overheard, but there was no sign of blaming the foolish boy.

A grasshopper's hat casts a dark shadow on their faces. Smurfed her green hair, the spelldoctor Septentorio continued his old story.

"The body regenerated from it if some thick roots remained, and the seeds were covered in a hard, thick shell, so I could carry it for a few days even if I baked it on fire"

"What... you mean... now... now, you're not growing any more, are you?

The voice that asks the question trembles. Farkill felt the view grey.

"Yes, a short while before the transition to a republican system, everything was wiped out"

The spelldoctor sees the distance and talks about the battle between man and plant.

The plant - the fishy wind tree (Seifu) - plucks and moves its roots from the earth in search of a land of good conditions during the day from spring to autumn. Freeze it from a distance with ice technique, crush it and pack it in a leather bag. Strictly laid boundaries and burned them down at the edge of the sun wheel or sent them back to the other world with the technique of [repatriation].

"What...? You can't bake it...?

"A low temperature flame of several hundred degrees produced poison smoke, but in the art of borrowing the surface of the sun from boulders, the poison also burned out."

"Can you also use a spelldoctor?

"No. After all, I don't have enough magic."

The curse doctor of the people of the lake laughed bitterly.

"I've gone out to royalty, I hope, and you've burned me down"

Even the incineration of garbage. Dioxin occurs in incinerators below eight hundred degrees and is mixed with smoke and diffused into the surroundings. A high temperature furnace doesn't produce dioxins, but it takes a huge amount to increase the furnace's heat resistance, so I can't install that many.

"Flowers blossomed in the spring, but the fragrance was poisonous, and it was hard to collect scattered petals and deciduous leaves in the fall."

"I gather it with a broom, it looks like it's killing me."

"Yep. When collected in [manicured water], the water is contaminated, and when the water is discarded as it is, the plants of this world in that place wither, and burning withered trees and so on, the poisonous smoke..."

"What? How did you clean that up?

"A good person collects it with [manicured water] and throws the ingredients of the blended poison into a skin bag along with the fallen leaves... after that it's the same as the main body, but whatever, that was tough"

People have been fighting this abominable alien plant for more than a thousand years since the fungus tree grew on the island of Lanterna. A life-saving study knitted up measures one by one.

After the rainfall, the land where the turbulent trees came, the poisonous components stain the soil and the surrounding plants wither to death. The blemishes and the like also die, and the soil is lean. It is strictly bound so as not to be intruded into the field, but it is difficult to maintain and cannot even prevent flower incense or deciduous leaf shards.

I found that the movement would be limited to the ground of the soil because the bridge guards realized that the turbulent wind trees could not cross the Vietofi bridge between the north and the south. Thereafter, a ten-metre-wide cobblestone was laid around the field.

Ever since we found it safe to freeze and incinerate at high temperatures, the extermination has progressed dramatically.

"Still, it took about 300 years. The seed is red and about the size of a dongle, but it's not poisonous, so squirrels and the like bury it..."

"Wow... that means you're not here anymore, right?

"Yep. Besides, if you grow up again, the city on earth is in trouble. Because of that, all the cities and villages on this island perished except Chernoknijnik, who moved his dwelling underground."

To the old story of the spelldoctor Septentorio, Farkill lost his word.