It's all one flower.

In the garden of the hotel there was something like a roofed lounge a step taller.

"Shall we sit down and talk in Shi 'a?"

Encouraged by his great-aunt, Carindura, Amiela went under the roof with him. In a hut without walls, only eight pillars support the roof.

... How come there are no walls when you have a chair or something fine?

Lower your hips thinking blurry.

Lake Lacus lay quietly across the white fence. A demon ship enters the bay, pulling a white trail.

Carindura said as she looked at the silver pocket watch.

"I have a meeting in the Second Temple today. What are you gonna do?

"Uh... how about...?

Even if they ask me that, I don't know what to do.

When Amiella leaned her neck in trouble, Carindura offered her options.

"Join me for a meeting, go home and leave a message first at the Nemoralis Island house, help volunteer at the Grand Temple, see the city and postpone another night and think a little slower here...... a lot of things but what do you want to do?

... I still have you, Farkill, today... what am I going to do?

The conversation isn't going to continue even when I'm alone with the Lacrimaris boy.

Besides, Farkill can finally return to the local city of Grom tomorrow. I'll be busy getting ready. I'm still alone in my room saying I can help you.

If Amiella goes to see the King's Capital by herself, and gets lost, it's unlikely she'll be able to go back.

Accepted that I had magic, I wanted to convert, but suddenly the help of the Great Temple of Fraxinus is too high a hurdle.

It's a heavy load to go home first and leave a message alone.

... I want to be with my great-aunt, and I want to know a little bit about Fraxinus.

"Can I come with you?

"As long as you do, I'll be fine. I want to introduce you to everyone."

Relieved by Kalindula's soft expression, Amiela listens.

"What meeting is it?

"Radio recording."

"Lacrimaris'... is it?

"It's a Nemoralis civil release radio. There's a corner of the orchestra to encourage the scattered public, and it's part of it."

"Even though it's a Nemoralis radio, are you going to talk to me in the King's Capital?

As Amiella tilted her neck, a similar face was pointed across the lake.

From here, the other side of the bay just looks blurry and sumptuous.

"Lacrimaris and Amitostigma have evacuees sing local rhymes, record them and broadcast them."

"Are amateur people singing?

"That's right. Before singing, they named me, and they said," This guy's doing fine at the evacuation. ”

"Oh, so in the middle of the king's capital..."

To Amiela's satisfaction, Carindura nodded satisfactorily.

"That's what I say, Cotto. When the people of the region are not found, the singer of the Lyabina Civic Orchestra sings instead, and this time he asks me to sing too."

"Really?"

The effect of how much encouragement I get in my hometown song is unclear, but I would certainly be glad to know the safety of someone I know who took refuge in a foreign country.

... I would love to know that the manager is safe too.

More than six months have passed since Amiela left the Ristover Autonomous Region.

In the internet news that Farkil showed us, with the support of the Federation of Barbatum and the Republic of Banksia, as well as the Order of Kirkulus, the reconstruction of the Autonomous Communities has progressed dramatically, but I can't even see how the individuals living there are.

... Mr. Store Manager, what are you going to do now?

My grandmother and her best friend, Kufushenka, are the same age. The manager lived a lot longer than my grandmother, but she's not old enough to pick you up whenever she comes.

Bad imagination worked and my chest was tightened.

"Do you know what songs are outside the Autonomous Community?

The great-aunt I questioned is nearly a hundred years old but a long-lived race. Doesn't look any different from the faded pictures I got the store manager, it works even when I say I'm a sister to Amiella, 19.

Amiella answered, fixing her smile.

"Just a little on state radio......"

Second, I remember the Artel song show I heard at the base of Lanterna Island. Those girls were singing with an unpretentious array of Kirkulus psalms.

"The rhymes are some songs that glorify the Fluxinus gods, but are you okay?

A slight discomfort disappears with Kalindula's question.

... The weather forecast song is an array of magic songs, but it was fine, right?

Let him snort, and Kalindulla pulled out his shoulder strength. I realized I cared about Amiela, who was a Kirkulus, and I can't find words for her sorry.

Kalindula said as he gazed at the lake receiving early autumn sunlight.

"The gods of Fraxinus are protecting all the creatures of the world who live in Lake Lacus and half."

The Great Aunt turned her attention to Amiela, who sat shoulder-to-shoulder.

That's what I hear and know from the others. Nodding, Kalindula turned back to Amiela, twisting herself.

"So there are no vows of faith like Kirkulus."

"So how do you convert?

Kirkulusism is sworn in in the Church when you are about five years old and can speak some proper language.

Placing one hand on the sacrament for priests placed on the altar, he swears to the statue of the saint and the path of the holy star, "I will not use“ evil (ah) shiki (purposeful) ", but will be guided by the light of wisdom and knowledge, and will walk in the way of the holy star".

When the oath is over, they are given a scripture for children and a star-shaped sugar confection.

My siblings remembered that I could not live until I was old enough to take an oath, and my heart was shaken by the chi madness of not even remembering my name.

"Nothing in particular... well, if you insist, take care of the lake, sometimes enough to visit the temple"

I remember yesterday's worship in Kalindula's answer.

The inhabitants of this land are protected by Lake Lacus, but at the same time by Lake Lacus.

Give magic to the gods and receive water instead.

The creatures of this world cannot live without water.

"Clouds and rain pour over the lake, moisturizing the earth.

The trees are green with wheat, and the river that runs through the earth returns to the lake.

It's all just one piece of water.

All those who hold water in their bodies are compatriots of water beneath the circle of the sun.

Life of water, protection of water, all the edges to which water ties (eh).

We are all one water child.

Around the edge of the water.

... just stay here...?

Unless you dare turn your back, the grace of the Fraxinus gods is infinitely given.

No, it was given at all costs and without separation to the Kirkuls who turned their backs.

"... ok"

... We, just didn't know, you've always been protected by the grace of the lake water.

Carindura nodded small and returned her gaze to the lake.

"At today's meeting, get the lyrics and the score, check the dates and stuff, read it carefully tonight, practice tomorrow morning"

"If I'm not interrupting, can I stay with you tomorrow?

"It's okay. By the way, were you talking to the frisant theme in that other way?

"What? No... Um, but..."

Kalindullah said, lowering his armpit.

"Well, you can't do it right away. We just met... slowly."

"Ha, yes! I'll try."

My great-aunt, Carindura, just smiled bitterly and didn't say any more.