It's all one flower.

The sound of a bug marking the end of the summer arrived slightly (kasu) from the woods, shaking the silence of the study.

"The fact that there is a warcraft, there is still some magic in Alton Gaza."

The spelldoctor Septentorio mouths the answer.

Farkill nodded again looking at the graph's title, "Changes in the number of deaths and injuries caused by accidents (traffic accidents and bites caused by demons and warcraft (this way)).

"There are many powerless people in civilized nations, and the majority of them have half a vision. You can't get away with it because you can't see it, and you're eaten without knowing what's going on."

Intelligence agent Razornik strokes the surface of the tablet terminal to display a map of the Alton Gaza continent.

There are many scientific civilizations in the north of the Alton Gaza continent, which stretches from north to south, and two-wheeled countries in the south. Only one Diaphanante country, located in the highlands near the centre, is a purely magical civilization.

"I'm sure there's no lie in Cotto that the magic of the northern part of the continent has diminished in the battle against the demons of the three worlds of old, but the only people without original power are the frowning spits."

"I guess so. If you are known to have magic in Kirkulus, you may be burned."

A boy of a powerless people turns a frightened eye to the words of two wizards.

"That's not all. In Banksia, even if you have spiritual vision, you are neglected and despised."

"In a society where you can't even say what you can see, the very idea of protecting yourself from demons doesn't seem to exist."

A spelldoctor, Septentorio, recalls an earlier graph and speaks of the imagination of the distant continent of Alton Gaza. Intelligence agent Razornik put an ironic grin on the edge of his mouth and ran his fingers through the screen.

"Have you ever seen a Kirkurist church?

"No...... what is that?

Among the Fraxinus, the faithful of the goddess of the lake often offer their prayers directly to the lake of Lacus, which is told that "tears of the goddess" are better than going to the temple.

Apart from the coronation, few followers took to the temple of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, and the long-lived racial spelldoctor Septentorio, who was over four hundred years old, had only worshipped enough to count.

The Septentorios, the people of Lake, are almost all wizards.

Green hair often stands out in the distance, and even if it merely comes close to a Kirkurist church that turns down witchcraft as “evil (ah) shiki (purposeful)," it looks nasty on the other side.

"This, the Church of Kirkulus. Cathedral of Banksia"

The tablet terminal showed a huge building with majestic and heavy decorations.

Razornik picks the screen with two fingers and plays it. Some of the photos were enlarged. White stone is engraved with geometric prints that represent exquisite sculptures of priests, flora and fauna and the operation of stars.

Some of the sculptures were further enlarged when intelligence agent Razornik played with his fingers.

Fine patterns are also carved into the person's clothing. The colour was not applied, but the fine lines were clogged with dust and appeared dark.

Razornik's finger runs the screen. Same sculpture pictures but switched to clearer ones.

"This is..."

The spelldoctor Septentorio doubted my eyes. Stare as Farkill devours the screen.

Intelligence agent Razornik questioned in a pungent voice.

"What did you find this time, Doctor?

Not immediately answered, he repeated his deep breath, trying to quell the upset. Farkill's eyes raised from the terminal shake anxiously, staring down at the curse doctors of the people of the lake sitting across the street.

...... such an idiot.

The people of the lake, Septentorio, returned their gaze to the image of the tablet terminal again, just in case. Again, the same picture is displayed there. The explanation that made the boy of the powerless people hear shook.

"Decorative and engraved with the [Nest Suspension (Caquez)] school's [exorcism] tattoo"

"Huh? But... this..."

Farkill, a powerless people, compared the screen to the spelldoctor and raised his voice.

"This is what all churches, not just here, built to uphold the Kirkulus tradition look like. It seems common sense among Kirkurs to ask the Church for help if they are attacked by demons"

"If there is an unconscious“ powerful people ”among the faithful who visit the church, the [exorcism] imposed on the building will be activated."

… the same mechanism as this hidden base… Is very ordinary architectural style a top secret in the magical civilization area in the culture of Kirkulus?

As the spelldoctor said in a half-hearted manner, intelligence agent Razornik touched the screen and made it display a list of dates.

"There is worship every Sunday, and all the festivals and little events add up to about a third of the year. We talk about troubles, we treat the poor, and, well, every day, someone comes to church."

The list displayed shows the dates of the festivals and events of Kirkulusism in a surprising line. Every month there were events celebrating the wisdom and miracles of Saint Kirkulus, and in the middle of the month there was a concentration of events concerning the people listed in the Saints.

"You have a way of getting as many people into church every day as possible."

"That's what I say, Cotto. It's helpful to know. I have another interesting video, which is a bit too long, so I haven't downloaded it"

"What video is it?

Anxiety and curiosity mix with Farkill's voice asking questions.

"If you want to see it, you should go to church on Summer Festival Day"

They turned to Razornik, half laughing, wondering what was funny.