It's all one flower.

One of the young women tries with a suppressed voice to say calmly.

"Asina sounds like she's been having a lot of fun talking about someone else during the festival break."

"I don't even want to hear this one, Bella Bella Bella Bella..."

"Even if you say it in a bright tone and in a pleasant atmosphere, it's a bad word."

"Guys, I didn't say it too strongly because I don't want to make the place feel bad..."

The other daughters continue one after the other, and Asina's isolation emerges.

"That's not a bad word, I say this happened, with a public discourse arr..."

"All lies! You don't think that's going to get through to the person who's not there?

"Not only me, but all the kids who took part in the practice, the priest, the sister, the manager, the salotka, the people in the other stores - are you being mean to me?

"You're the only one who thinks that's a normal public story, not a bad word."

"If you're telling me you didn't mean to be mean, you're the evil man whose soul is close to the demon."

The priest shut up and watched the ladies, whose ever stacked little tags of patience came off and punched their grievances all at once.

The rain never stops, and the freshly planted street trees scatter the leaves of the trees in strong winds. Occasionally, lightning struck the dim chapel and thunderbolts echoed to the bottom of his belly.

"Guys, you're worse than a witch."

Asina glanced at the former swallower pavilion owner with a tremendous shape, but in such a moment that she thought it was a mistake, she returned to her original sad and honest expression.

A woman with a scarf covering her head burn marks rolls up all at once.

"It was just now and it's not. The manager asked me to skip the job, and we were lying (lying) about coming to see you, and I came with my bare hands, and I said," It's a treat we all took from Viola, "and it's not lame!

"Who and who have you deposited your sympathy with? If you ask that person, I can prove to you whether or not you're serious or not, and I'll clear you up at this point."

"We're all busy people, so I can't believe you left it with me and let me take the extra effort with that..."

Asina complains, not removing the mask of a weak good man.

Kufshenka struck the chapel floor with a cane and raised her voice.

"Asina, go home now"

"But it's such heavy rain..."

"The yarn you dull, the cleavage and the buttons and the needle you faked selling off as broken, and the fact that you were pushing the work to Sarotka and going somewhere, they're all supposed to be not in you, right?

"I didn't do that."

Asina denies it clearly with a strong tone. The word also became a miscellaneous demon, and for a moment, it clouded the air and disappeared.

"I know where you're going too, but where and what were you doing, can I say it in front of everyone here?

"I haven't been anywhere. I was working properly."

"From the discontent of the meal I served, from what, to what, it's been conveyed to me, and I, myself, have ascertained it with these eyes and ears?

"Is the manager like hiding and eavesdropping? No, you're not, are you? Are you a person who believes in a pubic mouth with no roots or leaves?

Asina tries to stir up the guilt of saying something tight, denies giving Kufu Seenka's lack of presence, seeks help from her surroundings with a particularly frightened eye, and tries to tailor her employer's statement to irrational rhetoric.

"I've been going to advise you, many times before, to correct your mistakes, but just slap my pussy all over the place, and Asina didn't skip herself, did she? Enough."

You thought you were forgiven, Asina's cheek looses.

The priest shook his head sideways small.

Quietly, Kufshenka's voice echoed in the chapel filled with the sound of rain hitting the window.

"Asina, I will terminate my contract with you as far as I can now. Don't ever come to the store again."

"Are you saying you're firing me? That's a lie, isn't it? You call a thief and you fire him for believing rumors and pussies without roots or leaves, even though you have no proof?

"If I give you proof, I'm gonna have to stick you out to the police?

"I didn't do anything wrong. If you have proof, I'll be happy to go to the police."

Kufshenka is getting a headache from the lack of speech.

In grandeur, some of the people who were present in the chapel look at the priest and Kufushenka with a loss of confidence.

If you don't know anything, you can't help but act that Asina looks like a "innocent sinner and a weak girl about to be deprived of her job".

An aunt who is the leader of the work makes her sigh exaggerated.

"Asina, we're all coming down the mountain soon, and they threw up the Miscellaneous Demon, so you're in trouble. Why don't you come out?

"Terrible...... in all this heavy rain, are you going to leave and say it?

Asina shows her wounded face in the body of the victim, who is thrown out of the church without sin.

The confectioner said it was a shame.

"Everyone who worked hard in the mountains did."

"But the people who worked on the mountains are just as good as washing their bodies."

"Just fine? You used to say that when you said you didn't want to leave because it was terrible rain, didn't you?

Asina turned away from her face as she was frightened by the grim gaze of the confectioner's grandmother, and turned her eyes to the priest only to protect her weak self.

The priest asks.

"Asina, what do you think about the mischievous demons coming out of your mouth?

"Do you believe in everyone's lies until the priest? Everyone's cursing me in worse terms..."

Was Asina really shocked, her face floating brightly in the lightning was pale?

Kufshenka asked the question, choosing the words carefully.

"Asina, have you ever seen a mischievous demon anywhere before?

"No? This is a clean place with no wizards, right? Isn't that awkward?"

"Not once, really? What would you do if you were lying like that?

"Do you doubt even this much? Sometimes, even if it comes from the bodies of those who died in our house, please do something about it before you touch your eyes..."

Contempt seeps into Asina's voice.

"What you're talking about is demons and warcraft, and it doesn't matter if the wizard's here or not."

Asina tilted her neck to Khushchenka's words.

The priest overlaps the explanation.

"One of my tasks is to clean up the cluttered demon hoards. Miscellaneous demons are filthy beings that arise from unclean places, darkness, corpses and evil thoughts of people, and they occur in large numbers every day in this autonomous region."

And those who were with him saw Asina with one answer.

Those who have verses in mind nod at each other, looking at each other.

The priest told Asina in confusion.