It's all one flower.

"I don't know until I see the actual movement, but this dance is like a [dancing sparrow] demon dance of [exorcism] school."

"Kufshenka, can you dance?

Told by Kalindulla and Frisian themes, Kufshenka closed her curtains and let her dance.

Only a fraction of the crowd dances with different choreography per part could dance to Kufushenka, but they still figured it out for both of us.

"I knew it was [exorcism]. Something I've seen many times in the temple."

My best friend's sister, Kalindula, had already graduated from college at the time and worked in the Temple of Fraxinus as a singer.

Stand up and take a peek at the dance gesture Kufshenka showed you.

"Here. This part says," Sun, moon, stars, everything that lives. "

"Same as here in embroidery."

Khushchenka was stunned when he said embroidery with his fingers on the frizzan theme. You're certainly right if you ask me, it's a drawing I've been watching in the clothes of powerful people living in the neighborhood as well as them until now. It's so strange how I didn't realize it before.

"Really..."

That's all I finally said. Frisian theme asks Kufshenka.

"Why are you teaching magic in a Kirkulus school for girls? This much common sense, so the wizard teacher's in class too?

"How could... I don't know either. The teacher is a nigger, a powerless people... I'm sure."

Kufshenka's voice trembled at the disturbance of her heart.

My best friends and sisters seemed to guess, and they got to the matter and didn't have to say any more.

"Oh, yeah. I showed you a textbook or something, just keep it to yourself. Please."

"Oh, yeah. All right, I swear to God Krautowa."

"Who's Master Krautowa?

The first name I heard popped out of the mouth of the frizzan theme. To whom do my best friends swear?

"Who is this Fraxinus goddess?"

"There's no such thing as a temple just for Master Kuratowa, and we are worshipped together in the temple of Master Sturasi in Rock Mountain. You're a minor goddess, so you can't be a Kirkurist without knowing."

Kalindulla makes up for her sister's explanation, and the Frisian theme adds by realizing the lack of explanation.

"Master Kratova is a goddess of vows. It's been told that we fought together as witnesses to the vows of other gods to destroy the dragon of drought."

"Oh... yeah. You really have all kinds of gods in Fraxinus. Do you guys remember?

"There are many other saints in Kirkulus, as well as Saint Kirkulus, aren't there? It's like that."

I felt the three of them figured it out somehow. Later, we spent some time chatting without other love, and that was the end of the day.

That day's shock rises to an old, thinner chest, and Kufushenka softly spills her sigh.

"You're getting cold"

The newspaper cared, and Kufshenka shook her head and looked up to heaven that she was okay.

The sun leans, his back is pushed by the cold wind, and he leaves the streets of the mountains with one person, another.

Ever since then, they've kept their vows to the goddess Krautowa and kept the secrets of the Bible that Kufushenka showed them. Kufushenka showed the scriptures to the wizard heathen from no one, and he could not be blamed.

Friendship lasted a long time, and we also attended each other's weddings.

The Kalindula and Frizan themes were tied together in love with a Kirkursian man whom he knew through Kufshenka.

... Back then, you were forgiven.

If you are a land people, you don't know which god of which religion you believe, by the looks of it.

Wear the same clothes and you won't even know if you have magic or not.

You don't know who holds what faith, unless you're a neighbor or someone close to you. During half a century of civil unrest, many of the people who had ever believed turned to their enemies.

Ever since I became a member of society, I've been busy with each of them about work and home, and even when I lived in the neighborhood, I never had all three faces, but my friendship continued.

Whether a dark shadow fell on the Prime Minister or a civil unrest erupted, it did not change us to be friends who guide each other.

For the safety of my family, I sent letters to each other as long as the mail arrived, even if I moved my residence away. From what I've seen, I don't even know if I have magic, faith, or race.

Sometimes it didn't arrive because of the civil unrest, such as the burning of posts and bureau buildings or the assault of the couriers, but the three continued to wait for news, believing in each other's safety.

At the end of half a century of civil unrest, Khushchenka and his brother Halpator, the spouses and children of Kalindula, were lost, and the Frisian theme left their husbands, their youngest daughters and their husbands' parents.

Kufshenka and Raqueus, of course (of course), moved to the autonomous community of Listwar according to their faith, and Halpator became a member of the National Assembly and became known as Trap (Raqueus).

The family of the Frisantheme also lived in hiding in the Autonomous Community, and Kufshenka and Raqueus secretly supported the family of their best friends.

From those who know about past friendships, there is a danger that the Frisian theme will be known as the wizard of a powerful people. As Laqueus emerged as a congressman and became famous within and outside the Autonomous Community, he met less frequently because of the Frisian theme of his own safety.

After her uncle and husband left the world successively and lived with her two daughters, she snuck her hands around to protect her best friend mother and child.

Because of that, that girl was rumored in the shadows that she was Lacueus' concealer, etc., but decided that it was safer, and Lacueus and Frisian Theme said nothing.

"Mr. Store Manager, are you okay?

"Yeah, I'm fine. I was remembering the frizzan theme. Maybe it's time you picked me up because I remember all the old days?

"Please don't tell me that. Mr. Store Manager, I'm still in Ate."

"Really? You can't rely on such a ninety past grandmother forever, even though you don't know when you'll be picked up."

He wrote about the takeover of the disaster victim support project. Even if Kufshenka is gone, the newspaper and confectioner shopkeepers, the bankers, will be at the center of the turn.

Only Kufushenka and Nishi can make festive clothing within the present autonomous community. I don't care what you think of raising Sarotka as a tailor who just became a needle apprentice. I have already asked the priest and the priest for the future of Sarotka.

Property without an heir enters the treasury, but in this situation it is not known what it will be used for.

Kufushenka's personal deposits were crude and put into the Autonomous Communities' disaster support projects. The shares held were also sold.

I haven't gotten my hands on the store's working capital yet, but since the air raid, new fabrics have stopped coming into the Autonomous Region, and there have been few (mostly) orders, and they haven't been commercialized.