It's all one flower.

In front of the temple of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, there was a dock leading from the waterway in the form of a huge garden.

Visitors cross over many piers. The green hair of the people of the lake soared against the wind from Lake Lacus, and Amiela remembered the Sheeney Green Space.

"We usually make our prayers to the goddess Lake Lacus."

"Really? Well, uh..."

Amiella accidentally swallowed up words to explain Awellana, the pharmacist of the people of the lake.

... Nothing, don't you need this temple?

I can't put it in my mouth in this place on a boulder. The pharmacist Awellana said with his eyes on the temple of White Asia.

"We come to the temple when the baby is born, when the child has something to celebrate, when the wedding and the funeral, and the Blue Festival of Praise to the Goddess."

The celebration of the child is the first time… teeth have grown, stood, walked, spoken words, breast teeth have fallen out, magic can be used, the first period has been celebrated, voice-changing, passing some exam… and many more in detail in the milestones of growth.

If you ask me, there were many visitors with children.

Children of all ages look happy, surrounded by their parents, grandparents, brothers and sisters, in sunny clothes that can be clearly seen in the eyes of Amiela, who visited them for the first time.

There is no such thing as a refugee other than the Amielas. Even if I skipped the matter of faith, I felt terribly out of place and had no place for myself.

Young men and women get off the ship. A young man stood at the pier first to help the maiden disembark, and the relatives watched the two with a sunny smile.

It must be the wedding costume that the two young men wrap up in. The male and female white long clothes were tightened with green bands of the same colour as the hair, the man wore a crown knitted with twigs with leaves busted, and the woman tied a green ribbon to her chest and sleeve.

People disembarking from many ships join together to the temple, spreading a joyful smile and happiness. The elongated ship left the pier without sound when the bow took a group of children instead and cast a word or two spell.

From what I've seen, about 20% of worshippers are people on land. I guess that doesn't make the Amielas look odd.

"Mr. Niptra, isn't today's charitable concert the Grand Temple?

A man of the people of the lake, who spoke worryingly and fastened his belt to his white long coat, stood between Amiella and Awellana. The Leno store managers go ahead unaware.

A man wears a horn cap with one blue flower embroidered in white, and a silver badge (today) raised from his neck is two swans flying side by side. I don't know what school it is, but Amiella associated herself with the bride and groom earlier and made the point that she would be a clergyman performing the wedding.

"No, you're wrong."

I don't know which one I spoke to, but the pharmacist (dull) Awellana told me to a fellow priestly young man.

The young man of the people of the lake, like a priest, saw Amiela with astonished eyes.

"I'm sorry about this. Because it looks very much like... Um, so, are you a relative?

Everyone at the mobile dealership visited La Crimalis, the king's capital, for the first time. I don't know who Niptra Neumae and the others are, but instead of her relatives, if she hadn't been evacuated on a different route, there wouldn't be a single acquaintance, and even if she had, there would be no clue in this large king's capital that there is an unlimited chance of seeing her.

"This is the temple west of the goddess, and Niptra Neumae's concert is the Grand Temple, but time, are you okay?

"No, uh, no. Me..."

I was worried that I wasn't sure, and when Amiela denied it, there was a surprising voice coming from around me.

"You're lying, aren't you?

"You look like this?

"It's true that someone else's likeness is there."

"There are three people in the world who say you look just like them."

Looking around, at some point the worshippers stopped to look at the Amiellas. When I was lightly put on my arm and looked back, Farkill pointed the tablet terminal at me.

Niptra Neumae's profile.

The blonde woman with the singer's title is certainly very similar to Amiela. If you're told you're the twin sisters who have been separated, you're likely to believe it inadvertently, but Niptra has a gorgeous smile, full of confidence, and a completely different vibe to what Amiella wears around her.

Below the photograph is [Singing] Faculty, Long Life Race, Date of Birth Private, from the city of Ljabina in the days of the former Lacus Lacrimaris Republic, privately known as Kalindula….

"Kalindula......"

Unexpectedly breathe and stare at the screen as it eats in. Underneath it seems to be a background as a musician, but the rest of the sentence is out of screen and unreadable.

... the same name as your grandmother's sister...?

Kalindula is the name of a flower. It is commonplace as a woman's name. If there were a group of women born in the same season, about one in four would be.

"Mr. Amiela...?

Farkill cares about Amiella, and worshippers sip and watch for something too.

I'm not sure if it's what I said, but even if I go to Nemoralis Island like this, looking for my great-aunt is like grabbing a cloud. Amiella took one deep breath and looked into Farkill's eyes and said:

"My grandmother's best friend told me to rely on her because my great-aunt is on Nemoralis Island because of her long-lived race."

"Maybe that person's name is also Mr. Kalindula...... what is it?

As the pharmacist (dull) Awellana took the lead, a twist rose from the crowd. Farkill and Roark turn to Amiela with mixed anxiety and anticipation.

"I only got one picture of me when I was younger, not having met him in person..."

"Did you burn it in an air raid?

Farkill's eyes are anxious.

"Oh, no, I do. I got your picture, it's after the air raid, so it's okay. It's in the inn's luggage. But I haven't heard a singer or anything, and it could be different, so..."

Along the way, I said to the flourishing worshippers on Amiela itself, but it didn't reach them.

"I knew I was a relative."

"Families of living apart?

"I'll let you know!

There was a mix of voices that I didn't know if it was friendly or a joke, saying they would teach the singer himself during the concert in the Great Temple, among the words that a large crowd manages to exchange at will.

The old ladies begin to pray to the lake early on, tearing that it was pathetic to be burned out in an air raid, and that it is also the servant of the goddess to meet her in this way.

Not of the kind to feel in danger, but it became a fuss, and Amiela saw a priest who had begun bewildered. He also prayed in the direction of the lake, completely unaware of Amiela's gaze.

"Um... what do we do?

"I don't know... I won't dare, I'll worry if I don't rendezvous with the store managers"

Unexpectedly, it becomes the center of the hedge, and the four of them turn to each other for consultation. The oldest pharmacist (dull) Awellana says so (more), but it seems pretty hard to get through the exuberant hedgerows.

Niptra Neumae is a fairly famous singer, and people who heard the story gathered more and more to see "Mr. Like" at a glance, while the green hedge thickened.

Does the pharmacist Awellana also not even float to the name of dissolving wild horses on boulders, or he just sends a gaze to the clergy for help. Farkill and Roark stood still.

... I've made a fuss... what should I do?

Finally, the clergyman looks up and puts the people who push each other to see "Just Like Me" in a reasonably good way.

Those who were satisfied when they saw Amiella, or those who gave up behind the hedges, go away, but with the addition of those who heard from them, the hedges are never smaller.

The clergyman also began to think of the boulders as muddled, bowing his head small with regret to the Amielas, and raising his voice to the wild horses.