It's all one flower.

It was not long before sunset that I crept through the gates of Lacrimaris, the king's capital, and there were few people on the street. A cobblestone sidewalk continues along a two-lane or so waterway, with oak (casi) and quince (tonerico) planted at equal intervals on the shoreline.

If you look closely, the curbs and cobblestones of the waterway were engraved with powerful words. Fish swarm in clear water. Green aquatic plants swayed according to the flow and the depth was not sure.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. You can't catch fish on your own because you have fishing rights in this waterway."

"Ah... yes"

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana nodded mysteriously, and the boy soldier Morph, wanting to peek into the waterway, smashed his tongue. Carrier Fiarluca laughs dull.

"Don't worry, the king's capital is a fish-centric meal."

Sure, if you ask me, there's a fragrant smell of baking fish on the corner where the lights start to light up.

Leno and the others were pushed back into the sunset and walked a narrow path along the waterway to be guided by their long stretched shadows.

The waterways of the Wang capital flow quietly towards the northern bay without demons showing their faces in the dark like the Njefried Canal in the city of Zerneau.

I guess it's safe even at this hour. An elongated ship passes by Leno's side loaded with loads. The shipment is fresh raw vegetables. The foremen of the people of the lake had masterfully manipulated the ship by magic alone, without the use of a dagger.

"There are only twelve places here in the temple of the goddess of the lake, so it's convenient to wish you a safe journey. I'm free to sail anyway, and why don't you go tomorrow?

Bringing them along with tourist guides on the roads was a fine inn no less than the mansion of the head of the commercial union in the city of Dossici.

... Something tells me I'm going in with this lame cool.

Reno, somehow, looks at his sisters. Pina and Tis also cared about their outfits with large bags.

"I paid for the inn in advance until the day after tomorrow, so don't worry"

"That? And my share?

When Farkill heard, Fiarlka stopped and stared at the Lacrimaris boy and said:

"The ship to Grom is out every day, and we don't have to rush anything, do we?

"Uh, well, yes..."

Farkill missed his gaze from Fiarlka's green eyes by caging his mouth.

... Oh well. Mr. Farkill, even if the house is in Grom City, we don't have a family anymore.

Leno felt sympathy by perceiving the intricate chest of the Lacrimaris boy. At the same time, the story of Fiarlka seems quite brutal and looks into the eyes that seeped discomfort into the hauliers of the people of the lake.

Fiarluca didn't notice Leno's gaze or, in a light foothold, went through the mansion gate and spoke to the gatekeeper's cabin. Exchange two or three words with the clerk inside and head to the front door of the mansion.

"A vendor bought this lost noble hall and converted it into an inn."

Fiarluca walks in the dim garden in a way she knows on her own, and Leno and the others follow her as she restocks her luggage and looks under her feet.

When he reached the front door through the garden relying on a light leaking out the window, the young man opened the splendid wooden carved door with a compliment.

An elderly man standing in the front welcomes with open arms.

"Welcome aboard. Fiarlka Cleric"

"I'm a haulier now, so don't worry about it."

Carrier Fiarlka laughs bitterly. The side of it, my eyes weren't laughing.

... Cleric?

Juvenile soldier Morph spills polarity and questions.

"What's a priest? You're not a haulier, are you?

"That was a long time ago, and now I'm a haulier. [Jump] It's my job to bring people who can't or are new to the Holy Land. If you want to pray, the goddess will accept it from anywhere, you can do whatever you want."

A throwing voice returned and Kirkuls boy soldier Morph looked around the inn entrance hall with the bad looking eyes of a bat. Leno and the others get stuck and kick ass.

An elderly lake people dressed in tuxedos lowered their eyebrows and gazed at Fiarlka, looking at each other as to what was wrong with the ten maids lining up on both sides of him.

"I told you when I booked, these people, I'm going to Nemoralis Island on the morning flight the day after tomorrow, so thank you until then. Well, call me if you need anything."

Fiarlka said unilaterally and left.

An elderly man returned to me with the sound of the door closing, giving the maids tequila instructions to carry Leno's large baggage. A row of mobile distributors Praether Missa was guided to the room in awe.

The apartment was the same as it was at the mansion in the city of Dossici, even though he didn't say anything.

... family and faith, seems friendly... so you made up your mind?

Reno enters the assigned room, thanking Fiarluca for the arrangements. I asked a question when I thanked the man who carried my baggage.

"Thank you. Luggage, I'm sorry it's too heavy. We're mobile distributors, and for once, I'm the manager. For a short time, thank you. Um... Mr. Fiarlka was... a cleric? Of the goddess of the lake?

"Oh, I'm afraid this is. I'm late, but I'm asking for the manager of this hotel from the Order. Thank you very much."

We don't even call each other names.

Is it understaffed for the manager to even carry luggage, or is he being treated specially because he is a guest brought here by Fiarlka?

As the maids set aside their luggage of Pina and Tis and retreated, the manager of the people of the lake uttered the answer to the question.

"It's the left. It's right around the corner. I worked in the west temple."

"So it's only recently that you started a haulier, right?

"Yes, will this be a little over twenty years..."

Leno thought it was recent from the intercession on the front porch, but he was told what he was before he was born to eat like he was recently. Pina and Tis look up at the manager's face with a mixture of white things in his green hair.

The manager continued to sigh mixed with his gaze at the windows closed with thick curtains.

"Originally, I worked at the Temple of South Zakart now without. During half a century of civil unrest, the city and the temple were burned down in a day by the bombardment of the Kirkurs…"

Fiarlka and the priests of the goddess of the lake [jumped] to the Zakart tunnel, taking the faithful as long as the magic lasted.

At that time, a South Zakart citizen and still a young ruler was also saved from the flames by the [leap] of Fiarluca. Citizens of South Zakart, including those who fled on their own, remained less than a third of the original.

The interior of the tunnel was protected and safe by surgery, but there were also evacuees from nearby fishing villages and rural areas, and those who could not get in helped each other to hang [exorcisms] and [simplified junctions] to reveal the night.

The next morning, in a burned-out city, each faction competing fought over the [sorcerer's tears] of the air raid victims, and many citizens went to see how it was rolling in.

Sometimes it was originally a major traffic shock, with Kirkurus tanks passing through the burns and Fluxinus wizards fighting over and over again, and the inhabitants were unable to rebuild or return. At the time, even the Fluxinus disputed with each other, divided into the main goddess and the goddess of the lake.

The rulers, the children who lost their closeness and the untouched citizens, the clergy took them to the Holy Land in [leap].

The Wang du was hard-protected by boulders and did not send a Kirkurist attack.

The people of the lake and the people of the land...... No, the difference between the believing gods made the people living in the sanctuary approximate, but they did not even take life, as elsewhere, and on the surface they cooperated to protect the land from the attacks of the Kirkurs and to keep peace.

Behind, mainly aristocrats and other persons of high social standing were pulling the feet off each other of the hostile sects. I guess the adults' attitude was pretty blatant and the rumors as bleak as they could get into the children's ears because the manager, who was still young at the time, was enough to notice.

This mansion was an aristocratic hall lost in such shady strife.

"Even after half a century of civil unrest, there weren't enough experts in the [nest hanging (caques)] school and so on, so the cities of South Zakart and Mosto, which have been battlefields and completely destroyed from time to time, were not rebuilt after all"

Leno overlaid himself with the figure of the people of the lake who had lost their homeland, and hastily denied it.

... The Nemoralis government has rebuilt the city of North Zakart. Even the city of Zerneau is sure to lift restrictions on access when it's peaceful.

Of course (of course), rebuilding Tsubakiya's home and store will be a long way off. However, the technique of [furnace] taught by Cruello can be used even in [magic crystals]. You can pull a stall in a rear car, but you can if you want to work in a bakery with a reconstruction worker.

... where we go, we don't lose it.

"Cleric Fiarlka worked in the sanctuary for thirty years during the civil unrest, but suddenly he said he wanted to help people more directly and left the temple."

"That's the haulier...... what is it?

Pina's voice I asked was a little trembling. The manager answers the sighing mix.

"It's the left. Are you helping the Fraxinus who are being persecuted by being left behind in Artel territory, such as the island of Lanterna..."

The sound of a knock tore through the soggy air.

"Your meal is ready"

"Okay. I'll show you right away."

Leno and the others went down to the dining room behind packing.