It's all one flower.

For the first time since he abandoned his family, Rourke was in the temple of Fraxinus.

For the first time in my life, I seriously pray to Panisea Uni Flora, the Fraxinus goddess, not the usual Fraxinus pretence.

... May the edge of the water connect and Mr. Amiela meet with relatives.

If all of this is connected to one thing in the water of Lake Lacus, it feels easy to pull the edges together.

It's a miracle to just say that you have someone who looks just like you, but now that I saw the prayer earlier, I felt like there was also a miracle that said that the person was Amiela's relative.

... May Mr. Awellana reunite with his family. May Mr. Cruillo and Amana meet with your father. Farkill, may you meet with your relatives.

If Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, feels sorry for her family separated by the war, she will surely let us meet her by hand. Awellana, in particular, is a people of the lake. He said he was a fisherman. Blood muscles and professions are deeply connected to the lake.

... may everyone else safely cross the lake and reach Nemoralis Island.

Roark's grandfather and parents are hidden Kirkurs who deceive their surrounding eyes in the pretense of being Fluxinus and live muddy outside the Listver Autonomous Community.

In the house follow the teachings of Kirkulus and glorify the Fraxinus gods if you step outside. Ever since I was tempted or unwilling, I have been forced to take such a dual life for granted, and since I became an elementary school student and dealt with my real Fluxinus classmates, I have seen with a chilling eye those who fall for religion.

The Kirkuls living outside the Autonomous Region were hoarding Roark's home and licking his wounds, but Roark had always wished he could move to the Autonomous Region and live honestly if falsifying his faith would break his heart so much.

Of course (of course), the Fluxinus also have lying (lies) thieves, and the Temple's [Crystal of Magic] is slightly burglarized. Every time there was a soggy article in the corner of the newspaper that said, "[Crystal] Thief in the Temple" etc.

... all those lying pukes and [crystal] thieve-like cunts, treating them like buddies together is fucking devouring.

Inside, there was such rebellion, but within participating in festivals and worship to avoid being suspicious of neighbors, I became more attracted to the doctrine of Fraxinus than to Kirkrus.

This is especially true when you get into middle school and get along with the Viyounooks.

In the doctrine of Kirkulus, the powerful people Chertpolov is, of course, subject to acquittal as the wicked, the disgraced, even Viyunok, who has magic but is ineffective and cannot use magic without aids. Only a thief who was at one time rough treated him as a "clean people without original sin" simply by saying that he was a powerless people.

... even though they don't lie like their fathers.

It was good to falsify faith in order to preserve ourselves, and I didn't want friends who were just born with magic to be treated as sinners and restricted from dating.

... Then I thought Fraxinus was still better.

The noise earlier changed Roark's perception dramatically.

of the people of the lake. They did not know that Amiela was a Kirkulus, but they prayed with a cage for her, the people of the land. I touched the way I prayed for someone else in red who met me for the first time, and I think I finally figured out what "one water child we are all one" meant.

... I can't put it into words well, but that's what I said.

Open your eyes and gaze at the [Crystal of Magic], where glowing prayers and magic are caged at the altar. Every little light that shines in a bowl-shaped hole is just as gentle as it was earlier.

... like Kirkulusism, I don't call someone different from myself a sinner to be the one to be rid of. It's a teaching as big as a lake.

Indeed, the return of the demons of the Three Kingdoms is something that must never happen.

I don't know what happened, but it's true that the Nemoralis Army demon asthma cannon is a magical creature, wandering and vandalizing through the Lacrimaris territory Tuman forest.

I can't help but think of a magical creature out of control as the return of the demons of the Three Kingdoms. We will need measures to do something to get rid of it, seal it, or render it harmless.

Within Artel's words, and only in terms of purpose, Roark was not willing to deny it either.

... so it's not wacky to do anything for a purpose.

It is unclear when and by what means the Artel side found out about the existence of the Devil's Asthma Cannon, but now we know that it has fought a war to pull that existence out in front of the international community.

Even though the reason for the declaration of war was the people's salvation of the Autonomous Communities, with the support of the Kirkulus Church and foreign faithful 'associations, Artel does not even try to start peaceful negotiations, even if the state of the Listwar Autonomous Communities is so much better that it is different.

On the contrary, he broke into the forest of Tuman to kill the demon asthma cannon and sowed the seeds of the wind tree.

… If you want to destroy a magical creature, can you trample on the wizard's life and country?

If we're going to involve forest creatures that have nothing to do with human strife, I even think what we're doing is not much different from the demons of the Three Kingdoms. There was nothing I could do against such indiscriminate attacks.

"Roark, it's Roark!

With a familiar voice shouting his name, Roark stopped and looked around the temple aisle. Pushing back and forth the visitors of the people of the lake, the young men of the people of land come towards them with a crying smile.

When Farkil and Amiella saw what was going on there, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and the priests of the people of the lake who went forward also turned.