It's all one flower.

"That's a difficult question. Saint Kirkulus was forbidden from threatening people with" evil "to prevent the return of demons from the Three Kingdoms. You say that we must build peace and prosperity in the world, not by magic, but by the wisdom of people."

The people of the chapel raised their faces and nodded at the words of the priest, who had moved to the altar.

"Depending on Mr. Kufshenka's story, it seems to be a mechanism to protect passers-by from demons and other things, not magic, but with the help of a ground vein. Mr. Kufshenka, have you ever actually been through that path...?

"No. But my friend Frisian Theme... do you remember the needle Amiella we used to hire? She's my grandmother, but when I was younger, I used to go and pick up nuts and firewood along the road."

And the people looked at each other, and those who knew Amiella and Frisian themes nodded small.

"I laughed that the Frisian theme was okay, and in fact, I went to the mountains many times and came back safely, but I wasn't scared to go. I'm sorry."

"No, it's outrageous. Thank you for your valuable and informative story."

"What's the frizzan theme, that faithful grandmother? Then I know."

A man around sixty raised his voice. Are you relieved or a grin with burn marks drawn (one) to your painful cheeks? I also heard whispers saying, "If you have a knack for what Mr. Frizan has done..."

... If there were a large number of people, some of them would be unconscious "powerful people," like Amiela and Viola.

In fact, the [exorcism] marks and spells are engraved on the bedrock, a mechanism activated by the magic of passers-by. My best friend, Frisian Theme, was a witch who completed her scholastic work. A little before the civil unrest of half a century, he married a Kirkur man and moved to the autonomous community of Listwar after the civil unrest ended. I ended my life hiding that I was a powerful people.

Residents will have to stab the nails so hard that they never go alone. Later excuses for when someone is attacked must also be considered from now on.

The priest says, anticipating the time.

"Many of you have gone to the hemline to pick up firewood."

Adults nod hesitantly. Kufushenka and the confectioners watched the people react, beside the priest.

"Then I... personally, but I don't think it's a bad thing to move on"

The priest cut off his words there and looked around at the people gathered in the chapel. Stop the needlework hand of the salvation business, and the poor eagerly listen to the word of the priest, and wait for its continuation.

"Keeping the cleanliness and the mischievous demons is also suitable for the teachings of the saints. Why don't we clear the mountain path with everyone's hands"

The people gave their expression to the priest's proclamation and responded with applause.

In the week that followed, the aspirations of Khushchenka and the other Ristover Autonomous Communities ran to prepare.

Ask a rural supporter to borrow farm tools such as bamboo, wax, saw, and scoop.

Three light trucks were also to be put out. Stand by at the hem and ask them to transport deciduous leaves, leaves, firewood (carcass) and spreading grass (Tsukusa) down from the mountains to the green space, church and school using the bucket relay method.

Kufshenka used the majority of her personal belongings left at home to pay tribute to her collaborators.

Furniture was paid to the factory and large quantities of bags were purchased, including plastic bags and flecon bags. Hand over books, clothing, utensils and cookware to the farmer. I switched all the rest to hard bread.

Senator Laqueus' administrative documents and goods have been transferred to the office a long time ago.

All that's left is minimal dressing and dishes, cookware and tables and beds.

A newsman's wife came to my gallant home and ragged me beautifully in every corner. Kufshenka, an elderly man with a hard time wiping and cleaning, sincerely appreciated it.

"Thank you so much for doing this."

"That's okay. Because we're the ones who take care of you."

Brew vanilla tea at the table and ask the wife of the newspaper after work to come.

The tea, picked with a pinch of salt, drew a lot of sweat, and the newsman's wife smiled loosely.

"Recently, a young employee stopped by the church to visit Viola on her way to work every morning."

"Well..."

Khushchenka, who had no idea, inadvertently embarked on himself.

"Every time he comes, he brings me flowers, sweets and stuff that he picks around."

"What does Viola say?

"That kid... pathetically, he still doesn't seem to be in shock, he's boisterous, but he doesn't seem to like it."

"Yes..."

Kufshenka accidentally leaked a breath of relief. I've been so busy here for a while, I couldn't get to church to see how things were going, but I've always been concerned.

"Ni told me you two had known each other since before the fire."

"... oh, really?

Kufu Shenka came with a pin but didn't say any more.

Maybe the employee provided a blanket the day of the incident, "because I don't have to give it back," a young man who escorted him to the hospital.

He showed Viola in the car and came to visit her at the hospital on holiday.

... I'm sure you're the “customer” who says he put me in the dorm for a while after the fire.

I kicked him out when I realized Viola was weighty, but I also can't understand his feelings, saying he's in a bachelor's dorm at the factory and he's not going to let me have a baby that I don't know whose child he is. Allowing outsiders to stay for days was itself a violation of the rules, and he himself feared being evicted from the dormitory.

Maybe if someone took that baby away from me, he was going to be with Viola.

"... I have to tell you what happened to my neighbor, but now I'm not."

"That's right..."

Kufshenka and the aspirations of the Autonomous Communities will also be busy cleaning the old streets for the time being.

Even if we let them know in their current state, the upset would be greater than the relief. After the body wounds heal properly and we decide what happens to the two of us, it looks like we should look at the folds and talk.

The two nodded at each other and prayed to the saints so that Viola could make a happy choice this time.