It's all one flower.

Kufshenka unlocked the store making sure there were no people around her.

"I'm home."

"Welcome home, Mr. Store Manager"

Sarotka, a needle apprentice girl, rushes over with a less crying face of relief.

I didn't have my hands on dinner. The workbench is loaded with more finished products than can be said.

"You've gone a long way. Thank you. I have a guest tonight, so let's have dinner with you. Take it and go to the kitchen first."

Waiting for Sarotka to pull in with the preserved food she had given him for dinner, Kufshenka recruited a newsman and a spelldoctor. As they enter the store, they hurry to close the door and say it quickly.

"I'm sorry about your tiredness, but could you take both of these benches to the back?

"Can I have a guest room?

"One is... yeah, right. Guest room. The other one goes to my brother's room"

The curse doctor places the blanket on the workbench and transports the tailor's guest sofa to the residence for two. Left to the newspaper, who knew to himself, Kufshenka stood in the kitchen.

"Sarotka, it's a corner, so let's make it a warm soup. I'm sorry, but I need you to get out of here and get some water."

The needle apprentice girl replied honestly and headed to the well with a handkerchief.

Kufshenka turns to the cooking table cage with dried meat and dried vegetables in the pan.

The cupboard was placed in the charitable bazaar of the Disaster Support Project, and the bulk of the dishes were also turned over to donations. All that's left is a set of Kufushenka's own dishes, five tea cups and teapots for visitors and a soup plate and mug for lunch for two needle apprentices.

... I wonder where and why Asina is spending her time by now.

The news of Asina, the needle apprentice who was blamed for the evil and jumped into the heavy rain, does not come into Khushchenka's ear. I understood that you were daring to keep it out of my ears, and I didn't ask Kufshenka either.

In the usual fold, regrets that could not guide him to the right path passed his chest, leaving a bitter object in his old heart.

"Let's make some vanilla tea too."

Go out to the courtyard with Sarotka in the wrong place and rely on the lights leaking out the window to pick them out of the small field. I noticed that I still have two eggplants left, and so do I.

I put water in the pan and medicine can and hung it on fire, rubbing the vanilla well first and putting it in the teapot. The fragrance is refreshing and relieves the heartache of standing sawdust.

From the cage next to the dish cage you placed on the cooking table, take the bag of dried vanilla and add it as well.

"Something to help..."

"It's okay. Please sit down."

Cutting the eggplant, the two of them who went to the back went through the back and back to the store. Sarotka says nothing. The curse doctor says he hasn't taken his scarf yet.

By the time they returned with the other sofa in the back, the pan began to smell delicious.

"I have to get home early. Tea is fine."

"Oh, yeah?

"My wife's got a lot to worry about."

Dropping off the pawn owner of the newspaper shop at the front door of the store, Kufshenka tightened the door tightly.

"Sarotka, this guest is staying with us this evening."

"Yes. Evening."

"... good evening"

The two of them greet each other. Kufshenka said, urging the spelldoctor to sit still.

"Salotka, you rest tonight in the guest room. I'll take a spare blanket later. Sir, please come to my brother's room."

"I'm afraid so."

Sarotka is the woman - I reluctantly observe a middle-aged man wrapped around his head with a scarf that Kufshenka loves, but the two pass by pretending not to notice.

The water finally boiled and Kufshenka poured hot water into the teapot. The aroma was strong with raw and dry goods and two vanilla, and when poured into a teacup, the aroma went all over the kitchen.

Confirming that the windows and curtains were tightly closed, Kufshenka turned her gaze to the spelldoctor.

The curse doctor nods and takes the scarf, and the green hair that characterizes the people of the lake becomes exposed. Her face, covered in green beards, appeared to have mold (akabi) on her white skin. Sarotka breathed and couldn't even speak with her eyes open, but with the herbal tea medication, she regained her composure without delay.

"I'm a curse doctor at Zerneau City Central Civic Hospital."

"Before the air raid, he cured the wounded Autonomous Communities."

When Kufshenka complemented the concise introduction of the people of the lake, the needle apprentice turned a strong face to the old woman, who was both a teacher and an employer.

A spelldoctor speaks of an excuse.

"It was conditional, such as an accident at a factory with headquarters outside the Autonomous Region, and when the patient was conscious and refused, it did not heal..."

"Uh... no, you know, my brother has taken care of me, too. Thank you."

Sarotka, the needle apprentice girl, said a word of thanks with a frozen expression.

The curse doctor's green eyes are pointed at Kufushenka to see what they mean. The tailor's old woman, now unanswerable, took her gaze off. Sarotka stares at the teacup and doesn't notice the adults taking over.

"The Curse Doctor... and Sarotka. You'll be tired today, so rest as soon as you have dinner."

Kufshenka took a seat and lowered the soup from the fire that stood in.

During the meal, the tired spelldoctor did not have the energy to speak, and Sarotka looked full of herself to disguise herself as calm, and none of the three exchanged a word, just carrying firm bread and soup into her mouth.

Kufshenka told the earlier story by brewing honeyed tea to the curse doctor while he bathed Salotka.

"That kid's brother worked at the factory. I was hospitalized in a civil hospital in an accident, and as soon as I got back to the Autonomous Region, I was killed by the star markers I was waiting for."

The spelldoctor has no words and gazes at the hot air rising from the cup.

"There are many people in the Autonomous Communities who don't really think of the star sign, but because there are so many prominent supporters, they can't criticize it."

"The priests too......?

Kufushenka shook her neck to the side in a squeezed slight voice.

"When the Autonomous Communities had just been created, the priest of the Western Diocese said, 'The Bible says,' Kill those who have been used with magic," etc., not a single line is noted '... "

Kufshenka sipped the tea with regret that it should have been made into vanilla tea and put it on her exhale to push the grief behind her chest.

"Gone... my successor priest, and the priest of the Eastern Diocese, can no longer say anything"

The Bible also doesn't say "Kill the Wizard". All the terrorism and murder of the star's mark is their own extreme interpretation.

It specifies that magic is evil, and that the wizard who uses it is evil, but it doesn't say anything about killing him.

In the first place, only fragments of the ancient documents that are considered the true (Shinseki) of the saints remain, and it is very difficult to correctly read their intentions. Moreover, the common perception of theologians and priests is that the ancient documents kept in the cathedral of the Republic of Banksia are mixed with multiple handwriting.

The first part of the Bible, "Seikokokoko", was created by joining together the unmistakable fragments of "Records Left Behind by Multiple People".

At the stage when the scriptures took shape today, there would have been a lack of important parts, misalignment of the order and a mixture of different handwriting where each handwriting should be divided.

It is the theologian's job to read the Saint's intentions from incomplete records.

In the countries of the northern part of the Alton Gaza continent, a number of schools were disturbed by differences in interpretation, which at times also caused wars and civil strife. Knowing the history of his (or his) land, the terror carried out by the star's mark (servant) would appear to be a hoax.

As a girl in school, Kufshenka was taught that saying in theological time "do not rely on witchcraft, but explore a new world with wisdom and effort" is simply saying "do not rely on witchcraft in a cheap way".

Those who mark fundamentalism base their words on the second part of the Bible, "The Light Trail" - the direct disciple of the saints, and later of those who were listed as saints: "The nations that depend on magic are doomed, and the new kingdom of light is shining."

This too, the people of the Lake Lacus region interpret it as "referring to the historical facts of the Alton Gaza continent," but the fundamentalists interpreted it as "a description of the future".

Because the Lake Lacus region became the last battlefield with the demons of the Three Kingdoms, the events of the times in which the saints lived remain a historical fact.

An object written down by a living witness of a long-lived race, or an artifact that you can tell about at the time if you use the [* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

The great powers of the Alton Gaza continent, which produced the demons of the Three Kingdoms, and the surrounding countries, with the exception of Diaphanante, ran out of magic and, instead of relying on magic, could no longer use magic at all.

More than two thousand years later, unless wizard blood enters international marriage, ghosts (kenkis) are rarely born in the northern part of Alton Gaza continent, as opposed to powerful people.

- The countries that depend on witchcraft will perish and the new light will shine.

It is now unclear what the direct disciple intended to write, more than two thousand years later, but it is only certain that a passage in the Bible's "Light Marks" has claimed many lives.

Without that sentence, there might not have been colonial domination in the southern part of Alton Gaza, lots of wars, countless terrorism and murder.

... The Saint said to pioneer the future with wisdom, but I can't believe an inadvertent word that can be interpreted by any disciple dyes the future in blood.

All I can say is sarcasm. If Saint Kirkulus Lacteus had seen this situation, what would he have said to his disciples?

"I'll get my bunk ready."

In order to escape the painful silence, Kufushenka served raw vanilla and vanilla tea in a saucer of tea utensils and headed to the guest room.

Rub the raw leaves well and place the saucer on the elbow hanging of the couch. I took a spare blanket out of my bedroom, went out to the store and stuffed the pieces in a large wipes bag made by Sarotka.

The tailor of the night darkness is quieter than usual, and the space where the couch has disappeared looks like a place you don't know. I returned to the guest room with a blanket from the newspaper shop that had been left on the workbench and two impromptu pillows.

He exhaled howlingly at the scent of vanilla standing all over the room and headed to his brother's bedroom. In the empty room, only the sofa in the store is stuck.

... You really won't see that kid again.

We lost each other's spouses and children in the civil unrest and spent decades with our families alone with their sisters and brothers.

Neither of us ever thought that until the minute of the deceased's family... etc., we were over ninety years old. It's not strange whenever you take your breath away.

Vaguely, I thought one of them would pass away first in the near future, but I didn't think it would end up being pulled apart in this way.

... life, you don't know what's going to happen.

"Rest before your body gets cold."

Sleeping on the floor and speaking in the bathroom, Sarotka nodded with a complex look.