It's all one flower.

After Lazolnik left on [the leap], the air became a little lighter.

Though there is no strong warcraft, Medvege is a powerless people, and Cruillo has no heart for battle. I wasn't completely anxious.

... If I pass it on, the curse doctors may cut it up a little early and look for it on the way home.

"That? Guys, what's going on?

Manager Leno came out of the room he was using to make magic drugs. To Elantis' explanation, manager Leno also loosened his expression a little.

"Brother, were you able to medicate?

"My work is done because the ingredients are gone. Mr. Awellana is still working on it."

"Hmm."

Elantis asked his brother, manager Leno, that much and shut up.

If Cruillo and Medvege don't bring back the herbs, Awellana will no longer have anything to do tomorrow.

... Mr. Awellana, it's been a working stuffing all this time, and it's nice to have you rest, isn't it?

I cage in my room all day and make magic pills. I work in another room each, so I don't look at each other except at meals. Awellana has been tired for a long time, has been blurry lately at meals, and falls asleep as soon as night, so she hasn't spoken for days now.

Cruello is also a wizard, but he has a different system of technique that can be used, so he can only help with the material. So, I went out to collect some herbs, but I'm not going back yet.

The bakery brothers and sisters went to the kitchen to sort the food they had just received.

"Lady, listen to me on the radio."

"... yeah"

Funeral home Agoni urges me to follow Amana to the room where she keeps the radio. Amiella also followed the two of them.

"Didn't you even do a song show that sounded like something fun?

Funeral home Agoni turned it on while watching the radio section in the newspaper last month.

While the Nemoralis are at war, they are at war, even though they have not attacked the mainland of Artel. Focusing on those with land exploration, the paralyzed Nemoralis people [leap] into Artel territory and wage guerrilla warfare in urban areas on a personal basis.

I didn't think she was doing such a smooth (relaxing) show, but Amiela kept her mouth shut to keep Amana from getting anxious any longer.

Agoni turns the knob of the polling station, and after listening a little, changes the station. I finally searched for something that looked like a song show and smiled at Amana.

A light intro is followed by singing voices from several girls. Amana returned a weak grin at the care of the funeral home Agoni.

... that? Is this... a hymn...?

Arranged in a pop tone, the lyrics and melodies remain a Kirkurist psalm that glorifies the wisdom of Saint Kirkuris. You noticed in the lyrics, Agoni and Amana looked at each other with a subtle look.

Amiella has also sung in churches in the autonomous community of Listwar.

The majestic atmosphere of the original song is ruined.

The part I can't hear everywhere is probably because I'm singing in a common language.

"Artel, it's fashionable to say this."

"Is this a Kirkulus song?

Ask Amiela, who shrugged by accident, with Amana's indescribable face.

"Sounds like it. It's not a song like this... it's changed a lot."

"Are you sure? The magic song will no longer work if you change it..."

"Uh-huh, I don't know. Maybe it's fine with Artel, but in the Autonomous Community, I wasn't singing this way, so I was a little surprised too."

Funeral home Agoni laughs bitterly.

"Young Co thought he might prefer to say this, but isn't he? Eli and the old folks at the church are going to be pissed off."

Amiella had nothing more to laugh at than the words of the funeral home Agoni.

Since the beginning of the war...... no, since I knew I was a powerful people, since I thought of the helplessness of Saint Kirkulus Lacteus, I thought my faith in Kirkulusism had withered.

I still can't abandon my faith because I deny everything I've ever lived, I thought.

... what a secular and nasty arrangement.

I offend the singing of the girls flowing from the radio. It's a lovely sweet way to sing. He sounds tongueless and young, men seem delightful but inflammatory, far from the lyrics of the psalms and the "intelligence" preached by Kirkrus. I even found myself disgusted with being able to put a song like this on a public radio wave at an Artel in the Kirkulus country.

... me, do you still believe in saints? How much I prayed for you, you didn't help me at all?

Amana and Agoni's conversation goes from right to left. Amiella wanted to block her ears, but she couldn't help herself.

I don't want you two to worry about this. Little Amana leads her brother Cruillo, who will not return yet. Agoni turned the radio on to cheer up such an elementary girl.

"The next song is" Before the Sacred Star Mark "at the request of Luffus-based star daughter (Ko) Life and many others. Star-Daughter Life's message: 'With my faith, I want to clear Archione's strays and restore her to her righteousness on the path of the Holy Star'. It really does, doesn't it? I pray too. The song is an instant (again) star daughter (this), and the hymn arrangement“ leads to the mark of the holy star "… please listen in a cage of prayers so that it reaches Archione and the others"

DJ put him on the prelude and read out the request in somewhat play-handed condition. The voice is followed by the singing of the same girls as earlier. As with this song earlier, there was an arrangement that made me want to blush my eyebrows.

"Ah! Mr. Razornik!

Amana rushes over to the window. Amiella also approached the window. Funeral home Agoni opens the window and speaks to the garden.

"Wow, brother, that was fast. Is something wrong?

"I've contacted you. Mr. Cruillo and Mr. Medvege came to the city to meet the curse doctors."

"Huh?

The three voices align.

"When the Warcraft chased me out into the driveway, I was picked up by a bus that took me by accident."

"Brother, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Razornik responded with a smile to Amana's trembling voice.

"'Cause it's okay. Everybody's running errands at the store right now, and when they're done, the curse doctor's gonna take them home."

"Brother... good..."

Amana's voice is interrupted by tears of relief and joy. Amiella hugged Amana and slapped her back gently and gave her away. Amana buries her face in Amiela's chest, kills her voice and cries.

"Brother, I'm sorry for so many times"

"Ha. I'm so glad you're crying, and so am I. Then I'll come back."

The figure of Razornik, who cast the spell, scratched out of the garden of the shackled villa.

"Good for you, miss. Don't worry if you're with the curse doctor."

A large hand of funeral home Agoni gently stroked the same blonde hair as Amana's brother.