It's all one flower.

"The shipyard is still full. I haven't been there, but I learned it in geographic time."

Pinatifida whispers. Amiella nodded at it but didn't know what to say and kept quiet.

Chloenier returns to the workshop with a small carton in his hand and looks at the needle Amiella's hand and breaks his face.

"Oh, you could have worn it again. Helpful. Wow."

"No, thanks for everything..."

Chloenier put a carton on another workbench saying, "It's okay, never mind, etc.," and removed two flat plates and two vials from the shelf. Open the cardboard box lid and grin.

"I got a beautiful butterfly called an extinct butterfly, you want to see it? You don't want it because it's a worm carcass?

"Oh, no, I'm fine. My brother used to cook insect dishes sometimes and help me catch insects too..."

Pinatifida puts the sew down and approaches the other workbench. Amiella also used to go to Sheeney Green to catch edible bugs, so bugs are fine. For the first time I was interested in the name I heard, I put the sewing needle back on the needle mountain and took a seat.

Inside the box were overlapping carcasses of many of the butterflies shining in rainbow.

"What are you going to do with this?

"It can be ink or dye material. Ink only uses scaly powder, dyes use scaly powder and ashes that burn butterfly bodies."

Pinatifida turned away from the butterfly with a face she regretted asking the question.

Chloenier takes the pin set from the pen stand on the workbench, pins out the contents of the box and puts it on a flat plate. The rainbow butterfly shining on a white plate was more beautiful than anything Amiella had ever seen.

"Hey, this butterfly sucks out the light around you when you're alive, so when you see it flying, it's like a little piece of darkness flickering."

"Eh, is this a creature that came out of the phantom world like a warcraft, too?

Ask as Pinatifida gently leaves the workbench.

Chloenier opened a glass bottle with delicate finishes with a pair of fingers and turned a naughty grin on Pinatifida.

"I'm totally settled in the world, and I have a specialized aquaculturer, so hey. Now it can't be anything from the physical realm or the material realm."

Chloenier raises the contents of the bottle by chanting [dried water]. A colorless liquid touched the butterfly's scaly wings and washed away the glowing scaly powder. The wings stripped of all the scaly powder are clear, and this is like lace knitting and beautiful.

[Knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] The scholarly craftsman pinched the butterfly that had lost its shine and transferred it to the next plate, taking the next butterfly from the carton. Then he takes the scaly powder of the butterflies one after the other, and piles the clear butterflies on a flat plate.

Even as Pinatifida returned to her seat to resume sewing work, Amiela couldn't help but take her eyes off the magic of Chloenier.

A liquid containing ten heads of butterfly scaly powder and housing a rainbow glow fits into a simple ink bottle rather than the original bottle.

When Chloenier cast a [furnace] spell through the edges of the butterfly-laden plates with his fingers, the missing butterfly wreck quickly burned out. Invoke the rainbow glowing liquid from the ink bottle with [Manicured Water] and mix it with ash.

I thought a transparent glow would be lost, but the liquid stuck in an ink bottle wrapped around the light over blue gray without fading.

When Chloenier closed the lid, Amiela exhaled unexpectedly.

"Was it funny?

"What? Oh, no, I mean it was funny, it was interesting. What are you going to do with this?

"You can sell it as a material, you can use it as a dye on us, well, it depends on the situation"

"Really?"

I'm not sure about the Wizard's business.

This magic shop, Lord Guo's (Cuckoo) Nest, apparently trades mainly in barter, and Amiela didn't even know the criteria for determining the value of the object.

"Store manager, customer."

"Huh."

Chloenier stands in front of the counter at all costs with Morph's voice.

The needle Amiella went back to sewing work and thought about what was to come.

If my grandmother's sister, Kalindula, were to survive and miraculously meet on Nemoralis Island, that person would be a wizard of a long-lived race. If you are going to take care of that person outside the Autonomous Community, Amiela, a "powerful people" with magic powers, naturally will live as a wizard.

... then you have to abandon the teachings of Saint Kirkulus Lacteus, don't you?

I've never seen all the Fraxinus at a mobile dealership pray, so I have no idea what kind of teaching and what they're praying for, but I couldn't ask.

If you don't know what kind of teaching it is, you can't decide if you want to convert.

It can't be anything from the ghost world or anything from the material world.

It overlaps its position with that of an extinct butterfly.

Amiella, born and raised in the Autonomous Community, knows only Kirkulus, but has magic and is a "powerful people" considered obscene in Kirkulus doctrine. But I didn't teach you anything, so I can't use any magic, and I'm not getting a way to control magic.

Amiella today was not a wizard just because she had magic, she was a Kirkrussian, and she had no choice.

If the [infinite bag] of large capacity that can accommodate the truck is completed, the haulier Fiarluca will take you to the king's capital Lacrimaris. Lacrimaris seems to be a flaxinus centre, but says no one from mobile distributor Praether Missa has ever been there.

Apparently, while waiting for the boat to the capital, Cravel, he would only stay a few days, but Amiella was bothered by the back of his chest.

... You're so annoyed by Lacrimaris because Nemoralis and Artel are at war.

If they find out you're a Nemoralist, they might be persecuted.

Furkill later figured out what kind of country the Lacrimaris kingdom was, and Amiela moved the needle because of it.