It's all one flower.

After breakfast, the manager of Leno tells the four people of the Autonomous Region.

"We're coming to the temple there. Excuse me, please leave a message."

Needle Amiella took her lips off the cup of tea and put all the pretexts she thought about last night into her mouth calmly.

"May I, too? I'd like to see what people in Wangdu are wearing..."

"Sister, you're so enthusiastic about your job"

Medvege laughed bitterly. Morph embarrasses Medvege. Captain Solgnac turned his eyes to say something to Amiela, but did not object, in front of the innkeeper.

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana looks at something perceived as windy.

"Well, let's go together"

"Thank you"

I want to see the exterior of the temple and the appearance of the people in it, and know a little bit about Fraxinus. The needle Amiella sincerely thanked Awellana for putting out the help ship.

Three of the Star Road Prostitutes pulled him into the room without saying anything, and everyone else gathered at the front door of the inn dressed for the outing.

"The white building you see from here is the temple west of the goddess."

A large white-air building was visible to those whose gatekeepers indicated by the palms. There are no stargazing spires like the church of Kirkulus, and a loose round roof shines in the morning light across the roof of the houses.

Few people went down the sidewalk, but elongated ships loaded with people and luggage crossed the waterway and were busy on the water.

... This is a city with waterways at its heart.

From the inn, which said it had renovated the noble hall, to the temple west of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, there was no single driveway. Nowhere can I get a truck out of an [endless bag].

Much older than the city of Cardafstovaux we saw on the island of Lanterna, we didn't even see bicycles, as opposed to poles and motorcycles, throughout the historic city.

The large, moist houses are made of white stone, and when you gaze at them, the walls and walls are stamped with powerful words you've seen everywhere before.

If I dropped my gaze underfoot, so did the cobblestones on the sidewalk, and I couldn't see a single miscellaneous demon in the shadow of the building.

The building in the city of Cardafstovaux was decorated with colorful tiles, but the whole city was under the impression of being white and clean because the king's capital, Lacrimaris, was a Fraxinus sanctuary.

The roof is furnished with coloured ceramic slabs, such as the colour of the earth and the green. Many regularly layered plates looked like fish scales were applied in the distance.

I don't even think of comparing it to the Ristover Autonomous Region.

... It's a magical country, there's no factory, so I guess the building won't be coal-fired.

Factory noise and coal smoke, truck cration and exhaust gases, if it rains, the passages of Barack Street that get soaked and dobbed alike with domestic drainage and excreta...... painted (smudged) with all that dirt and smudge, the days I lived with the Miscellaneous Demon come back to life with a lot of bounce, poking at the difference how terrible my life has been so far.

Until he left Ristover Autonomous Region, Amiella considered herself a lucky happy man.

Even if I didn't get my hands on the dark business behind me, they ate something every day and my mother and siblings became sick and sorry, but my father kept working fine and sent Amiela to high school.

Every time the teachers and adults said, "In the Autonomous Communities, scholarship is valued according to the teachings of Saint Kirkulus, and unlike outside the Autonomous Communities, tuition is not charged", he told the Saints to offer a prayer of gratitude.

Tuition was free and children had to work to earn a living, and in Barack Street, many children, like Morph, could not even attend elementary school.

After graduation, he was hired at his grandmother's best friend's tailor, dressed beautifully every day, and fed a decent meal for lunch.

Outside the Autonomous Community...... the countryside of the city of Zerneau, the cities of the western part of Lacrimalis and all the cities of the island of Lanterna in Artel territory...... No, even the city of North Zakart, which was devastated by air raids, or the city of Mosto, which says it has been reduced in size to village level, is so splendid that it cannot be compared to the city of Barack in the autonomous region of Listwar, where Amiera was born and raised.

... What... is so different?

Farkill showed me on the internet that the city on the mainland of Artel was also neatly beautiful. There were many tall buildings lined up, but not a single window was broken. The roads were paved with asphalt and cobblestones, never to say that the Dob River was alike, etc., and the identity of the people was good.

... because the city of Artel is beautiful. Cotto is not wacky because he is a powerless people, is he?

Finally, I guess the difference in faith is not the cause either.

On an elongated ship passing beside the Amielas, a man stands at the back end and casts some spell, pointing to the front. I'm sure it's the magic of manipulating the ship.

Their clothes are loosely constructed throughout, fastening their knee-length jackets with colorful embroidered bands.

The sleeves (so on) have plenty of room from shoulder to elbow (twist), but they are thin from elbow to wrist and are designed to adhere perfectly to the arms. The thin part is elaborate embroidery, the area around you is dyed, maybe placing some kind of spell like a pattern.

Both men and women have trousers underneath, and Amiela, who has no knowledge of witchcraft, does not know whether the difference in color patterns applied with embroidery or dye is due to the type of spell or to personal preference or gender.

Like Chloenier, if you learn the art of [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] school, you can probably work as the same "tailor's needle" as before among the wizards, but you still haven't had that much determination.

All the street trees are more splendid than any tree in the Kublum Mountains. Amiella doesn't know the species of trees or their age, but I'm guessing it's Qin Peel (Tonerico) or Oak (Casi), who I heard was deeply related to the Fluxinusian god.

The dark green, in harmony with the white city, also soothed the feelings of Amiela, the first Kirkurist to visit.

When elementary school students Amana and Elantis rarely chirp, they say something, and their brothers and sisters smile one word or two.

Amiela, who walks a little late, and Awellana, a pharmacist (dull) of the people of the lake, each keep their thoughts shut, but Roark and Farkill follow in chatter.

... I really don't know anything.

When I lived in the Autonomous Community of Listver, my neighbors finally ate and went every day and couldn't afford to keep and study the teachings of Saint Kirkulus.

In the Barack Zone, there are only a handful of kids who can graduate from high school.

Blessed with that luck, Amiella had been asked by her neighboring aunts to read up on bureau stickers and prints for parents that the child had taken home from school all the time. Born during half a century of civil unrest, many parent generations were unable to go to school due to the war. I was treated like an intellect just for explaining a little of the difficult rhetoric written there.

... but I know nothing about the type of tree, nothing about Fraxinus, nothing about magic, nothing outside the Autonomous Community.

The weather forecast Farkill checked for me on the internet this morning, it's also sunny tomorrow.

Even if I safely cross to Nemoralis Island by boat tomorrow morning, what can I do from there on ahead? There was no one key thing to decide who to live for.