It's all one flower.

584. The magic of round washing

Sarotka was squatting (groaning) with her knees in her arms, but noticed her footsteps and raised her face. Tears spill at the same time as cheeks loosen in relief, rushing to rub his face and delude him.

The spelldoctor Septentorio placed a stone in the center of [the simple junction] with an unaware pretence and washed his hands and stones with [manicured water]. Bring the dirt-spitting water to a boil and cool immediately.

The eyes of the colour of the earth watched without blinking until a portion of the water mass entered the bottle as if it were a creature.

"Are you scared?

"What... yes, no... I thought it was strange..."

"Really? I ordered the water with powerful words. I washed my hands and stones, sterilized them at high temperatures, and the bottle cracked as it was, so I cooled it down before cleaning it up. The floating water is ordered to stand by."

Describing what was going on, one by one, Sarotka, the needle girl, nodded many times and asked with a thought face.

"Can you do it all with one spell?

"No. Same in the first half, but folding in orders in the second half. The area depends on the technique. This [manipulative water] … the technique of ordering water is relatively free to incorporate orders, but there are many techniques that cannot change the spell word for word."

"Really?"

Sarotka silences herself with a thought face.

The spelldoctor Septentorio lowered his hips and slowly contained them in his mouth by pouring some of the water that kept him waiting in a copper mug. Water crosses the inside of the tongue and cheek. After gaining moisture, I finally noticed the dryness.

"You'll be sweating and disgusting, too. I'll wash it."

"No, um..."

"Are you worried? You won't drown."

"Well... the... clothes... are..."

With a mosquito ringing voice, I finally realized that I cared about taking it off.

Occupational patterns, rarely perceived as heterosexual.

The spelldoctor Septentorio had a fresh reaction from the girl, but at the same time unspeakable grief engulfed her and she grinned bitterly.

"You can keep your clothes on. Powerful people do most of the laundry and bathing at the same time."

The spelldoctor Septentorio let Salotka stand and chant [manicured water]. Let the warmed water touch the hands of the needle. The momentum pulled in like a girl's hand touched hot water.

"Was it hot?

"What, no, you know, it's warm... surprised..."

"The temperature can also be adjusted to a certain extent. Is this good enough?

Sarotka nodded this time stroking the surface of warm water without running away.

"You wash it sequentially from your head. Keep your eyes closed if you're scared."

The needle girl shook her neck to the side and untied the hair rubber, staring at the curse doctors of the people of the lake.

The curse doctor commands the water to cover her hair. The coloured hair of the earth swayed in the water, flirting with the stream. A day of dirt or mud attached at some point clouds the water.

I was somewhat upset to wash it while I was stuck, but the curse doctor didn't distract me and washed the girl's hair.

"I'll let you go."

Release the water from the dirt falling head and let it go outside [Simple Junction]. Throw away the dirt in the wood and put it back in the junction again. Sarotka follows the whereabouts of the water with her eyes and wonders what she will do next.

"Wash face and neck to bottom"

"... please"

Sarotka nods in an upright immovable position. The spelldoctor Septentorio always felt somewhat strange washing others with the magic of washing himself.

Wash face with a small amount of water and discard dirt. The separated water was merged into the original mass, and from the neck down, the snake crawled through the water currents so that the body surface and clothes were washed simultaneously. Throw away the dirt, and let the water crawl again, and call out the third time.

"It's over. Good luck."

"Oh, yes, no, you know, I, I was just standing, and Sensei is more tired of using a lot of magic, right? Pick up firewood, I'm coming!

"Wait, please"

Grab the girl's arm as she rushes out of [the simplified junction].

"I'm going to light the fire with surgery now."

In one word, Sarotka stopped her legs and bound her lustrous earth-colored hair with hair rubber with her liberated hands.

The spelldoctor Septentorio took a thin branch and drew a circle on the surface of the stone. The branches shred and the powder leaves the trajectory nagging. He touched the center of it with a branch tip and cast a spell with a slower, clearer pronunciation than usual.

"Little shards of sun wheels descend. Light heat in the wheel. Fire."

A wall of flames is created along the inside of the circle, forming a fire column. The branches in the circle have burned out, but the areas protruding outside are not even burnt.

And the eyes of the colour of the earth were directed toward the green eyes.

"It doesn't get hot outside the wheel. To keep warm… Transfer this fire to the branches and into other prepared firewood…"

I was completely oblivious that there was no [cold resistance] to Sarotka's clothing.

"But here, full of wet fallen leaves..."

"Sounds impossible. If you dig deep, you'll have dirt, but you don't have the tools."

"Even magic, can't you?

He looked like a bum after I said it, and the spelldoctor Septentorio smiled weakly.

"It's not a wack to do anything magically, but you seem to use it. Let the ground dry by removing the deciduous leaves with the earlier [dried water]."

"Then, in the meantime, pick up the firewood..."

"It's dangerous. I'll pick it up, so stay here. Would you make me some soup?

Place in two copper mugs with pieces of water and dried meat, a little dried vegetables, so that only half of them are in a circle.

"The only thing that warms up is in the circle, so please mix it with a spoon and wait"

Once the rest of the water is discarded, the curse doctor separates it into wooden pieces by himself.

The sun has been leaning quite a bit. Insert the lit twig into your pocket and pick up and collect the dead twig. Lower a handful of minutes into the [Simple Junction] circle first, and again, descend into the land.

"The sun, moon, stars, and stars of darkness that become void (depression) also illuminate (well). The sun and moon stars, all that live, the heavens and earth, the reason of this world, keep thee."

Drive away cluttered demons and weak demons gathered in damp soil and scratch the water with [fucked water]. The things in this world looked uncomfortably at the completely dry ground and lost themselves to the darkness behind the woods.

Pick up more falling branches as you take the water mass back.

Not only were servitudes gathered, but also miscellaneous demons attracted by the smell that seemed to drift around them, but they were held back by [the simple junction] and kept away from Sarotka.

When the spelldoctor Septentorio returns, the weak things pave the way for fear of [exorcism].