It's all one flower.

As Asina the needle shook her neck to the side, her golden hair shined in the thin light of the chapel.

"What's so funny about falling for me with a lie with no roots or leaves like that? Please stop putting on weird rhetoric."

"I'm uncomfortable with your lies." I'm the innocent victim of privacy. "

A former swallower pavilion owner points to Asina with her left hand, which became unfavourable due to burns sustained in the Great Fire.

"I didn't throw up. Why don't you believe me?

"Because the Autonomous Communities don't magically expose lies, you can say whatever you want, you're lying, you're cheating on the priest and the manager, and you're in an oily job."

Kufshenka unwittingly looks at the priest with breath and returns her gaze to Asina the needle.

Asina looked in turn at the former swallower pavilion owner and priest with frightened eyes and the manager of the tailor, Kufushenka, his employer.

"It's all, it's this guy's lie. Me, I've been working serious, haven't I? Mr. Store Manager, you were watching, weren't you?

Kufshenka slowly shook her neck to the side and swung away the gaze of the stirring needle.

"Asina pushes all the troublesome work on Sarotka, shrugging the thread, the cleavage, the needles, the buttons we recovered from the old clothes, and she flushes them. I don't know..."

"You lied like that to Sarotka?

I can't believe it, my eyes open when I say, I look at Kufushenka. If you don't know anything, you're going to be fooled by these eyes who believe you're the victim and don't doubt you.

Kufshenka returned a harsh gaze to Asina.

Sarotka didn't say anything.

Another needle...... Sarotka, always atrophied. Occasionally, I caught Kufu Shenka's attention by staring at the work room drawer (hibishi) and needle box as I said something.

If I was going to tell you something, I don't know what Asina would do with a grudge while the manager was away, she seemed scared and unable to say anything, but what she wouldn't say also seemed to stir up and torment her guilt.

"Then why are you saying such a thing? It's wet."

"Asina, how many years do you think I've been on this road? If you look at the seams, you can see at a glance which one worked."

"Sure, I just got a little something to tell you where I don't know, but I didn't push the work or anything"

The voice that clearly denied it did not waver, and the voice sounded like it was telling the truth.

Kufshenka overheard Asina's lies and told her the evil things she had grasped for a long time.

"Even buttons do. How many people do you think I'm seeing? I know you're lying to me and you're walking around choosing expensive buttons for gold and silver and coral and shellfish."

"You're telling me you believe in that kid's makeover faster than I do?

"What are you talking about? Sarotka didn't say anything to me."

"Then why are you telling me that?

"I've been busy here, so I've left you behind in scolding, but at this point, let me tell you something. People who don't say anything don't know anything... they don't realize it."

"There's no evidence, but there's about that rumor..."

"Asina. On the matter of buttons, I also hear a lot of stories from supporters and a lot of people working in churches. Which is the truth?

The priest's quiet grief-filled voice blocked Asina from trying to argue with her employer.

"Whatever you say... I haven't heard from them directly, so whatever..."

"It's before the saints. Please answer without falsehood."

"That's because sometimes the reason the manager gave me a button is different."

"So did the store manager really leave Asina with the sale of the buttons? As a reward for Asina, did you pay expensive buttons? Asina gave you free of charge for saying you'd throw it away because it's unnecessary? Did you ask Asina to use it in exchange for food for the bailout business? Did you give it to him to use instead of a business card to connect with a wealthy customer?

Kufshenka had heard all five stories lined up by priests, directly from the mouths of regular customers, familiar faces and supporters of Senator Laquaeus, who had been sold stolen goods to Asina. No, he complained that he didn't sit at the front door until he bought it.

People's suspicious eyes pour on needle girls.

Rain legs never faded and struck the chapel roof.

"I have never given Asina or Sarotka a button. We pay for our work with food."

Said the tailor's manager, Kufshenka, caged his strength in the hand holding the wand.

Add to block the burglar's escape route.

"I don't even have bags made in practice that I take home because they don't sell, but I don't have expensive buttons on them."

"Do you fall for me with lies like that even to the manager? Why?"

"What the hell do you get out of me falling for Asina? Don't let the boring escape you."

Asina complains of the damage with dignity. The people you're with are starting to wonder which one of them is telling the truth, and you can't even pinch your mouth and watch them roar.

"The person who is swallowed by that attitude of yours and the atmosphere of your voice and believed in lies is the victim. You'll be sad to find out they sold the buttons you stole from the store."

"You said the manager gave it to me, but you forgot it and stole it"

... Oh no, now you're going to tailor me to a messy old man?

Kufshenka shrugged and looked at Asina's well-rounded mouth. The needle's mouth is dark. Because of the bad weather, I thought it was because of the weak light plugging through the chapel windows, but even if you look closely, it's still the only darkness there.

Even looking around at the people who had completely stopped working, there was no one whose mouth was only dark.

... What do you say?

A former swallower pavilion owner hits Asina with an exasperated voice.

"Asina, come on. Now you're treating the manager like an old man."

"No, that's not what I said... but recently, they forgot the errands I asked for, or told me they stole my donations..."

"Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. The manager says," Everyone who makes a donation has to make an inventory and keep a record in the office. "

A static confectioner shop owner pinches his mouth as if it were all over him.

He noticed a contradiction between Asina's words and the facts he actually saw and heard.

"'Cause you're gonna have to give us the instructions first, and you're gonna have to do exactly what you're told. If this is messing with you, how messed up are we?

People working in the church nodded at it as well.