It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio even took an unfamiliar mountain path east.

Looking down from the middle belly of the Kublum Mountains, Piščanik District was devastated by air raids, and it was well understood that people's lives remained lost in the distance. Removing debris alone is going to take years.

... could be rebuilt from half a century of civil unrest. This time, no matter how many years it takes, I'm sure we'll figure it out.

Turn your eyes from the black burns and gray ruins that spread beneath your eyes to the end of the road, then step on the thick pile of deciduous leaves and head east. Other than the occasional appearance of cuts in the rocks and elsewhere, trees thrive and northern visibility is not advantageous. Where I can see it, it's a burn.

In front is the old Kublum street buried in deciduous leaves, where young trees and shrubs grow from deciduous leaves returned to the soil and fallen stones and trees lie. The road, which had been out of the reach of men for only thirty years, had been completely assimilated into the mountains.

There is only one thing in the dim mountains that continues to be influenced by people: [exorcism]. Miscellaneous demons drifting in the middle of the day like dirty mist avoid, and look so bright in the dim mountain path.

A rubble that converts the power of the earth's pulse into magic to activate the technique continues from the western end of the Kublum Mountains to the eastern end, protecting those who go on the road.

Off the road avoiding servants and rocks, a thin miscellaneous demon was kicked in by [exorcisms] embroidered in white.

The spelldoctor Septentorio lets his breath out and goes while wiping his sweat.

It's not the first road to pass, but the last time I passed through here was during the old kingdom over two hundred years ago. In the meantime, logging and tree planting have been repeated, and some of the terrain has changed due to natural disasters.

I can't [jump] to a place where things have completely changed. Even if there was no change, I have heard that when the country was divided after half a century of civil unrest, a [leap] excluded junction was imposed around the Ristover Autonomous Region.

Either way, the spelldoctor Septentorio was older than he was when he was a military doctor in the Royal Army and had nothing else to walk on his own feet by whipping him on the plugged body in the middle ages.

A little after noon, when I avoided the servant and raised my face, my vision inadvertently opened.

The neighborhood is already on the south side of the Ristover Autonomous Region, but for some reason, you can see the cobblestone with the streets dug up and the powerful words engraved.

Did you just work on it recently, or the branching cuts on the trees by the street are fresh. The cobblestones left traces of sweeping them with a shovel, and it was seen that they were not washed away with [manicured water] like the farmers of Zolata district.

... you're telling me that the magically unusable Autonomous Communities have come this far?

Kirkurs' Autonomous Communities must be resistant to using magically protected paths. I can't believe it's Russia, but as far as the state of the road is concerned, I have to make that decision.

The spelldoctor Septentorio cautiously descended the knee height steps.

There are traces of rain flowing in the bedrock, and the powerful words carved there are packed with black soil, but there is no harm in walking. Both sides of the street were also dug to the same height as the cobblestone, a step lower than the perimeter. Thousands of chopped roots pop out of shredded soil and shake in the wind blowing through the streets.

As I went early enough down the street where the smell of dirt stood thick, I saw a moving shadow between the trees. Even though clumps of miscellaneous demons happened to appear in the shape of people, they have a presence.

... the people of the Autonomous Communities... are they?

What's the matter, stare between the trees. There are three people on land. It's just men. Saying you can see it from here, you can see it from over there. Moreover, white coats often stand out in the mountains.

I thought I'd spend some time off the streets, but then I reconsidered that rejection would make them anxious, and proceeded straight on the cobblestone.

The spelldoctor Septentorio stopped walking close to the distance we could see each other's faces.

The other side has noticed. Look at each other in confusion and whisper to them about something. The eyes of the lake are anxiety itself.

"Hello -"

When Septentorio, the curse physician of the people of the lake, spoke first, the three looked at this one with frightened eyes and held back a bunch of firewood. He was working on picking up the fallen branches and tying them up with spreading grass.

... Did you get here by picking up firewood?

I understood the purpose of the men in crude clothes. I'm not sure you can believe it, but I'll tell you it's harmless here.

"I am a curse doctor at Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital. I'm about to go to the southern city of Noji, but is the road excavated up to that one?

Three men consult in a whisper and one leaves the scene with a bunch of firewood. The latter two picked up a thick branch and turned to the curse doctor of the people of the lake, raising their voices.

"This north side is the Ristover Autonomous Region."

"You're not coming down here, are you?

Fully void, but the two voices were trembling.

... [Invisible Shield] Should I have hung it?

But now, if I cast a spell, I'll make them even more alert. The spelldoctor Septentorio said in a calm voice.

"I'm not going to the Autonomous Community. I want to go to the city of Noji in the south."

"What are you gonna do when you get to that place?

"The city of Noge is not a destination, it's a transit. He asked me to help support the evacuees in Wangdu, and I'm on my way."

"You're not going through this, and you're going anywhere with magic."

When a young man around twenty said, a young man in his mid-thirties saw the young man with a bitter face.

Not knowing how far they know, the spelldoctor Septentorio carefully explains in a quiet voice.

"I can't [jump] to places I don't know... magically. We can't get ships out of Nemoralis territory on the island of Nenia right now with the lake blockade in Lacrimalis."

"So, that's so cool...... and you want me to cross the mountain with my bare hands?

"Yes."

The two talked aloud and silently saw the curse doctor of the people of the lake. For them, a wizard with green hair is probably the object of fear.

... I won't do anything, so I'd like you to let me through.

If it were possible, I would have liked to know what was happening to the Autonomous Communities now, but it would not be possible in this way.

It's easy to push through, but the spelldoctor Septentorio waited for his opponent to react. One of the people who left the scene went down to the Autonomous Community and either one of them or the police... maybe they would call a vigilante.

... I hope the people you talk to are troublesome when they bring up weapons.

The spelldoctor Septentorio learned if it was a wound-healing technique, but he didn't know how to fight.

"Did you clean this road?

"Yes."

Older songs snort more. The spelldoctor Septentorio smiled.

"Thank you. It was easy to walk and helpful."

"You've been in the mountains all this time?

"No, the only other place close to Zolata District is because the farmers at the foot are cleaning up the same..."

The two hiccups exchange words and see the curse doctor and the way beyond without saying anything.

... Should I go through before more people?

Feeling disturbing signs, the curse doctor of the people of the lake took a step forward.

The men did not frighten themselves, but they did not move.

A few breaths, silently staring at each other, the spelldoctor Septentorio approached them.

I could see the force caged in my hand with the thick branches, but proceeded with an unaware pretence. To the extent that he is beaten with a stick, even the [shock-resistant] white coat will be sufficient and preventable.

There's nothing I can do about getting a gun or blade taken out by a boulder, but now somewhat, I brace my stomach and get closer and closer if I don't mind being treated rough.

"I just want to go to Lacrimaris territory. I'll let you through."

They were frightened, but did not move on the spot like a root had grown on their feet. More and more power cages in the hands that hold the branches, and the fingers become white.

The spelldoctor Septentorio met in front of the two, without stopping his steps.

"I'll be right there."

"Ma...... wait!

The young man spread his hands and let them pass. To its eyes filled with stray and fear, and to its further plea, the spelldoctor stops walking. An elderly man lay his eyes down on his side.