It's all one flower.

"The store manager is an autonomous community power, so you really shouldn't even say it in front of yourself, right? Sorry for the extra tip."

As soon as Asina said softly and lowered her head, something fell off.

I can't hear it falling on the floor, distracted by the fierce rain hitting the windows. Kufshenka stares under Asina's feet.

... what is it?

Asina raised her face, stretched her spine and turned back to the priest.

"Priest, if you asked me to delay my attendance a little because I wanted to practice the summer festival dance, the store manager wouldn't forgive me at first. Because your work is more important than faith, Sarotka joined the manager and called me to skip..."

Out of its pitifully complaining of its predicament, a shapeless, cluttered demon pops up and disappears around its chest. The goofy eyes of the people gathered in Asina's mouth.

Asina curls in a cautious manner how confident she is and how much she has devoted her words to preaching to both of us the importance of faith.

The priest uttered words of prayer, waiting for Asina's words to break off and for the discharge of the miscellaneous demons to stop.

"The sun, moon, stars, and stars of darkness that become void (depression) also illuminate (well).

The sun and moon stars, all that live, the heavens and earth, the reason of this world, keep thee. "

People muttered the words of prayer following the priest, but only Asina's mouth would move for prayer.

"Do not judge that person solely by who he is. Inquire into the content of the words, the purpose and content of the actions…"

"Priest, I suddenly changed my mind. It's hard to understand."

An old woman, who was helping with the work, said shyly.

The priest rejoices with a bitter smile of sorrow.

"It's a trick not to be fooled by a cheater. Don't judge a person by his or her identity, title, appearance, or appearance, or voice or attitude."

"People aren't as good as they seem. So?"

"Be careful what the person says or does for you, not what you see or feel"

"The contents, hey... If they talk a lot, where should I look and be careful..."

I shake my head all the time that the old lady is up to it.

"Actual events… you have to take a careful look at the facts and judge them carefully against words and actions to see if there are any differences there"

"I knew it was a difficult story. If I could have done that, no one would have been involved in the plant's capital fraud."

"Right. It's difficult, but it's important to be careful not to let your titles dazzle you."

The priest smiles at the old woman and sees Asina and Kufshenka, the swallower pavilion owner and a couple of confectioners in turn. He turned his gaze to each and every one of the eyes gathered in the chapel to ask whether he understood the word of the priest correctly.

Asina seeps a slight sense of superiority in the face of whether she thinks the priest is on her side, and looks around at the people.

... If you don't notice the inconsistency between Asina's words and deeds, that person is who she was until then.

A leader in the bagging task of rewards slammed the word on Asina with disgust also in the open.

"Who would believe a little girl spitting from her mouth?"

"No... that's a terrible way to put it... didn't the priest just say that? Don't be confused by the title... the troubled cot I was made manager, shouldn't I say so much?

Asina pretended to be sad that she could not believe what was right, even with a mouthful as if she had been blamed for pointing out inconvenient facts, but from that mouth a darker mischievous demon was thrown out, falling down to the edge of her knee and disappearing.

"If this isn't the church, you, you're just buried in the Miscellaneous Demon and out of sight. Can't you see the mon out of your mouth?

A former swallower pavilion owner pointed his eyes at the blonde girl looking at the filth. Other people snort and frown.

"Asina herself looks like a monster to the royal eye of Murtiflora."

"Do you affirm the wizard's evil eye?

Asina turns a blind eye to what is unlikely for a man with a pinched mouth.

The priest said in a calm voice.

"In worship last week, you just explained that part of the Bible, didn't you? Haven't you just joined the prayer and heard what it's all about?

"It was difficult to talk to you... because I, am an idiot..."

Asina says, imitating the old woman earlier.

The priest did not say anything about it, he merely repeated the contents of the Bible which he had made us read last week.

"The scriptures say that those who realized great mistakes, with or without magic, united all of the powers that they could possess and fought the demons of the Three Kingdoms. And seal the last piece of shit in the north, and it's written that it's the Murtiflora watching"

"But magic is evil..."

"The scriptures state that it is the people of the Royal House of Murtiflora who can see the demons of the Three Kingdoms and the filth before they became miscellaneous demons, whose vision is not due to witchcraft, but born. They maintain the seal of the demons of the Three Kingdoms and liquidate the mistakes of mankind of the past."

"But you're a wizard, aren't you?

"Master Kirkulus Lacteus, the saint, has judged magic to be a bad business so as not to repeat the tragedy caused by the demons of the Three Kingdoms again, but he has not said that the powerful people… are evil beings themselves"

People who are less familiar with Scripture listen to priests with interest.

One Asina was spitting out miscellaneous demons, along with words disputing the scriptural narrative.

"Asina! Words denigrating foreign royalty are turning into ghosts from the edge of what I said. Can't you see who you are?

"Oh, Mr. Asina, you're the one who, spitting dirty mischievous demons out of your mouth, denies what the Bible says, defies the priest, and you're the one who's evil?

A former swallower pavilion owner and a man with his mouth pinched just now pointed at Asina and said quickly.

"But during half a century of civil unrest, we all say that wizards are scattered, terrible, cottoned bad guys, right? I'm a powerless people, and I didn't do anything wrong..."

"Murtiflora's royalty would have nothing to do with half a century of civil unrest."

"Such a distant country...... hey?

The aunts look at each other in awe.

"Aren't Artel at war to help everyone in this Autonomous Community from the Wizard of Nemoralis?"

Asina overlaps her words in search of a tuner, but at the same time she pops up because of the vanishing mischievous demon, and no one was on her side.

Skinny men argue outrageously against discomfort as well.

"My grandfather told me that during the civil unrest, a friendly wizard helped me to get away to Nenia Island. Wizards aren't all bad guys, either. Don't forget that. He said it till he died."

"Oh, that's what the priest said earlier, that whoever the person is and any title, that's all you have to judge."

The master of the confectionery shop snorted, but Asina also snorted.

"But everyone says wizards are bad guys... I can't use magic because I'm a powerless people..."

A young man whose one knee is no longer bent due to a terrible burn raises his voice just asking me to make it a good addition.

"Who are we all?

"People who are not here."

"Then I'll ask everyone back from the mountains in this rain, okay?

"If anyone listens to a whore spitting on his mouth, he's the rotten Asina of the sexual roots."

A former swallower pavilion owner instructed Asina to use her entire left hand, hardened by burns.