It's all one flower.

Revealing the night on the crossroads of the Kublum Mountains, the two slipped out into the realm of the Lacrimalis kingdom on the south side.

...... Dear Panisea Uni Flora, Thank you.

The spelldoctor Septentorio prayed in his heart that he would consider Sarotka (his tits).

Find a wooden slice by the hiking trail and step in. It was an evacuation shed and a small square to do a little work on.

Eyes to the east. Lake Lacus, which receives the morning sun under his eyes, always looked more and more divine.

In the west, the stuffy woods are wrapped in mornings and slept fine. The sounding voices of the birds announce the time of awakening. It would be busier if the sun were clear.

... There's a bloody wind tree somewhere in that forest...!

Reminds me of my Royal Army assignment and my skin pops under my white coat.

The southern shore of the island of Negna is far from seemingly sumptuous, and of course (of course) the island of Lanterna, which once fought against the bloody wind trees.

But in front of the villa's garden, where I spent recent months, and the North Gate of the city of Kardafstovaux, which bounced many times with Farkil, it was thought possible. Using the technique of [Leap], you can go there without setting aside time.

The destination now is not the island of Lanterna in the territory of the Republic of Arte, connected by the island of Negna and the North Vieetofi Bridge.

Forests stretching from the mountain hem break off in front of the eastern shore of the island of Negna, with slight flatlands leading south along the shore of the lake. Paths sewing meadows and fields connected towns and villages. In front of you, you can see the port town of Noge surrounded by a fence.

... You've been rebuilt.

The city of Noge, devastated by half a century of civil unrest, looked smaller than the memory of the spelldoctor Septentorio, but man's fortune had returned to the same land.

Eyes on the city's eastern shore.

I did not see any shadows moving on the lake because of the presence of the beam, or because of the blockade on the lake.

"From now on, I will [jump] in front of the city of Noji at the foot"

The spelldoctor Septentorio pointed his green eyes at the girl beside him.

Sarotka, who was distracted by the landscape of sumptuousness in the morning, looks up at the spelldoctor with a face like a wake-up call from a dream.

"Um, but Sensei... said you can't go where you don't know...?

"Now you can go where you can see clearly."

Give the right hand to the needle salotka. The girl stepped closer and took the spelldoctor's hand, nodding.

For once, it is jumping from Listver Autonomous Region to Kublum Street. Overnight protection would have diminished my fear and aversion to witchcraft.

The spelldoctor Septentorio nodded back and cast a spell.

"Cross the Pengcheng and drive from here to him.

Hand roll, fold, and jump onto one leg. Put yourself there. "

Immediately after the word of the knot, he did not place it for a breath, and a high wall stood in front of him.

Sarotka looks around.

The two of them standing are cobbled streets. With a width that fills two or three people side by side, the growing grass forms a green wall around them.

Turning around, I could see the Kublum Mountains, which had been there until earlier.

Again, turn to the fence.

"Cities in the Magic Civilization Zone are surrounded by walls carved with spells of protection to prevent the intrusion of demons and warcraft"

As the spelldoctor Septentorio pointed to the stone set's walls, Sarotka turned her attention to the colored letters.

"... the second green pattern from the top is the same as in the Bible... right?

"That's right. It's a [exorcism] spell and a curse. In the same technique, in clothing and buildings, they use different curse marks."

"Really? How so?

Naturally, the spelldoctor returned a bitter laugh.

"Hate, I don't even know the details because I'm unprofessional. The [knitting reed cuts] school, building, etc., are the [nesting suspension (cake)] school, and, uh... the technique is different."

"How many gakkhas is Sensei?

"I am a [blue winged] school... healing wounds with surgery alone... a school like a surgeon"

The spelldoctor Septentorio pinched a thin chain and raised a raised silver badge (today) from his neck. Needle salotka tilts her neck.

"Even though it's silver, blue...... what is it?

"The blue and white wings are divine beasts transmitted to myths older than the myths of Fraxinus"

"Sinju......?

"They're going to fix the collapse of life. This holding stitches the broken infinite needle"

The serpent on the badge spreads the wings of a bird with only one on it and wraps it around a needle. Snakes are symbols of death and regeneration; wings are the power to fly far and high. It was told that if two blue and white wings were aligned, they could connect their lives and fly everywhere.

Sarotka did not distract herself from the badge designing the Divine Beast "Blue One-Winged” and expressed her doubts.

"Don't you want the Sensei to have a pagan God's emblem?

"Pagan...?

Until you said it again, I was never conscious at all.

Even though I explained it in my own mouth.

The spelldoctor Septentorio put his badge on his palm.

A distant old time before this land was moistened by the tears of the goddess.

A fragment of the myth left behind by the ancient faith where the ritual was lost.

... That's a strange thing.

In those days, what were the spelldoctors septentorios called "the people of the lake"? No, I'm not even sure it existed.

The spelldoctor lifted his eyes from the badge where he had elephant beasts.

Sarotka looks anxiously at the curse doctor of the people of the lake, in total awe. If I could undo it, I smiled on my face saying I wanted to nash the question I had just asked.

"Until they said that, I was not at all aware that it was a pagan god beast"

"What?"

Relief and new questions often arise on Sarotka's face.

"As for knowledge, it was in my head, but I wasn't connected to my faith in my heart"

"Um... me, hey, extra cotto..."

The girl of the land people clouds her face.

The spelldoctor shook his head quietly beside him.

"No, it's fine. Because it's a lost myth that never goes up to people's consciousness anymore. Nobody cares, not just me."

The faith of that era has been lost, but the old spell, which we do not know when it was established, is passed down to the present and protects people's lives.

... That's a strange thing.

Many techniques were lost and made new over the years.

Some schools "rediscover" old art from a few clues, such as ancient documents and word-of-mouth. They [Ayumu (Toki)] Faculty interests are exclusively (mo), and in the resurrection of lost art, they are only investigating and preserving secondary "status of records" and "clues to surgery" about life at the time and the connection between faith and witchcraft.

... What gods did you pray to yourself, Panisea Uni Flora?

The Fraxinus gods are great wizards of the deified antiquity.

They now seal the drought dragons, produce lake water, and continue to protect all life in the land from dryness. The magic left over from their own [tears of the sorcerer], deified, was at last exhausted, and for a long time later, they supported the technique hung on [tears] by replenishing the magic offered by the people living in the land.

The Lacus Nenia family of the lake people and the Lacrimaris family of the land people were originally responsible for managing the water supply and sealing requirements.

To ensure that the necessary [magician's tears] role was not forgotten so that the magic replenishment was uninterrupted, the records conveyed became only a myth, and they who gave their lives were the object of prayer.

It would not have taken long for both families to lay down their theocracy.

"Come on, let's go. We'll make sure the Fluxinus live."

"Ha... yes. But can you open it?

Standing on the same ground, I couldn't see the city at all.

The north entrance door attached to the high barrier is about the size of the back entrance of the private house. I didn't even know if there was a gatekeeper over there.