It's all one flower.

By the time the fire exploded, the sun was completely down.

Be comfortable with warm soup and sturdy bread.

"... in this quantity, you might not last a night. I'll pick it up,"

"Me too..."

"No, I'll tell you as many times as I want you to stay out of this wheel. You'll see."

Sarotka breathed as the spelldoctor Septentorio stood up showing himself outside the [simplified junction]. Leave the girl who lost her word, pick up the firewood.

... I spent so many nights in the camp that I couldn't count in the Royal Army, but the fire was... that was the first time.

At least not in my memory.

I can't calculate how long it will be enough, I come and go between the trees and the junction over and over again. Even if it's surplus, someone will pass through here, or the birds will use it for nesting.

Gradually move away from [the simple junction] and return a little down the road to pick up the dead branches.

Turning around the corner of the ninety-ninth fold with a bunch of firewood, Sarotka stood up and talked to someone.

The shadow of a girl stretching out of the fire is shaking, and a group of miscellaneous demons completely surround the perimeter of [the simplified junction]. The light of fire in this world slips through the miscellaneous demons and makes no shadows.

The person across the fire from Sarotka was taller by one head than the girl, but could not be sure of her face.

"Well. Have you lost your way"

"Oh... it's cold..."

To the windy voice blowing up from the bottom of the ground, the spelldoctor Septentorio popped his skin.

Sarotka sympathizes.

"The mountains are cold, aren't they? Please hit the fire over here."

The man is reluctant or immobile.

The spelldoctor Septentorio regained his firewood and slowly approached him as he whispered [exorcism]. Leave the word of the knot, and see the man again.

Even when the miscellaneous demon retreated and the light of [the lamp] arrived, the man's face did not know anything different from that of a man or woman, as it was hung black.

"Um... don't hesitate, go ahead"

Sarotka doesn't even realize the spelldoctor is back and recommends a safe and warm place.

"Back."

"Ah... Welcome back, Sensei. This guy's in trouble getting lost, so can I let him in?

I'm not mad in the eye of the girl who turned around.

When the spelldoctor Septentorio put firewood within the junction, he did not answer Sarotka, but caged his magic with all his might and uttered the word of the knot.

"... protect you, the reason of this world!

The abomination of the man cools down the path, and makes the mischievous demon flourish. Miscellaneous demons bounced by [exorcism] escaped to the darkness where the fire and [light] light did not shoot as they swelled up several times.

The spelldoctor Septentorio stands at the edge of the junction, pointing to "Lost” and chanting [Exorcism].

"Soft, burning hands, bake, purify.

Wash your hands, wash your hands, wash your hands... "

The man broke the form of man, scattering his bottom-cold hatred and sorrow, and swallowed up the miscellaneous demon, who had become black and fled late.

"Descend every day, and purify your heart with dust and mustard.

Descend at night, dust and mustard in the alley, wash and purify.

The wind that runs through the thick, the clouds of the sun, the moon. "

A pale light (sazanami) occurred around the spelldoctor Septentorio.

[Exorcism], which carries all the magic possible, purifies the malice that stands in the ground.

Whenever the rays of light struck twice or three times, the elaborate hatred diminished, and the black rays were pushed out of the ravine. Miscellaneous demons follow him and disappear from the surroundings of [Simple Junction].

The spelldoctor Septentorio went out of the ring and spoke [exorcised] again.

A pale light that does not produce shadows spreads to the trees, driving the intangible objects swallowed by the miscellaneous demons further behind the trees.

The curse doctors of the people of the lake did not follow them until they were in the trees, and returned to the [simplified junction].

"It's all right now"

I add in my heart that maybe...... and hide my lack of confidence with a smile.

The stunned girl did not relieve the tension and heard it in a trembling voice.

"Now... what was it?

"Perhaps it's the thoughts of those who died in the mountains. I don't even know how many chunks it's for..."

"People's thoughts... Sensei magically killed you, didn't she?

"No. I just kept it away with [exorcism] and [exorcism], and it's not a wack that did this directly"

Sarotka trembled with her shoulders as the spelldoctor Septentorio looked out for the person's departed night forest. [Lights] and countless eyes are looking at this one from the tip where the ignition light cannot be reached.

"Let's take turns to rest so we don't keep the fire on."

Resting the needle girl first, the spelldoctor Septentorio said countless stars instantly looked up to the mountain sky.

The spelldoctor found the star he had given him, "The North Star (Septentorio)," and gazed at its glow.

The stars that sit in the center of heaven and teach the north only slightly reposition themselves. When I was a military physician in the Royal Army of Lacus Lacrimaris, I gazed up at this star during the camp to gauge the time of my shift.

According to what I've heard, sailors sailing in the Whale Ocean (like you would like to) or the Peng Ocean (like you) measure the position of the ship on this planet.

Fishermen and sailors from Lake Lacus let the boat out at night only during the civil unrest of half a century, as far as Septentorio knows.

Going out to the lake, where there was no obstruction within one day, he was exposed to bombs and machine gun fire from Kirkuls fighters.

During the night, demons and warcraft were lively and dangerous, but less damage was done than fighters attacking from outside the magic range for what [exorcism] and others could prevent to some extent.

... Man armed with science is more dangerous than a monster... No, it is dangerous to be possessed by the idea that one with different faiths must be eliminated.

Whether the foundation of life is magic or science, it makes no difference to be human.

No matter how you believe in God, it doesn't make any difference to be human.

Various people belong to any civilization, any faith, any ethnic group.

There are always good and bad people in any gathering, in tone.

Not all certain groups are good men, nor are they all bad men.

Why do you not realize that you are the pinnacle of stupidity, such as judging others in the group to which you belong?

The spelldoctor Septentorio matched the information on the Internet that Farkil showed us with the story of the Alton Gaza continent told by intelligence agent Razornik, the old woman of a tailor in the autonomous region of Listver.

There is absolutely no immutable teaching on the tablet stone.

Without people realizing it, it changes slightly according to the times.

Just as the North Star (Septentorio) repositions itself.

If you missee the light showing the way, the ship will be wrecked.

Fraxinus, when fighting the demons of the Three Kingdoms, Lake Lacus lowered its water level due to the shaking of faith. The skin of the Lord God Qin (Fluxinus) withered, and instead an oak was planted to gain something.

The common believers like the spelldoctor Septentorio are no different from Qin Peel (Tonerico) and Oak, and worship them as the main god Fraxinus, but what do the priests and the royal people of Lacrimalis think?

Apparently, Kirkulus teachings of Saint Kirkulus Lacteus have already been transformed in the process of establishing the Bible.

Even the records of the direct disciples are not correctly conveyed the teachings of the saints.

One of the consequences of conveniently changing the interpretation to coincide with the time period and giving the power of time a (more or less) was the colonial domination of the southern part of Alton Gaza, from which it was the idea of ethnic self-determination that rippled over this Chinukarkul Nothiu continent.

... Without it, would the Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis still have survived?

And did you continue to be a military doctor as part of the Knights that still protect people from demons and warcraft raids?

The spelldoctor Septentorio continued to ponder the unanswered question until the time of his shift.