It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio and the needle Sarotka had left the city of Nozi and were [leaping] south along the eastern shore of the island of Negna.

"You should tell him quickly, so I'm going to pass without going into this city, how about that?

"Yes. I'm totally... okay. Is Sensei okay with not taking a break?

"You're still okay."

He has deposited letters from the citizens of Zerneau who had fled to the city of Noge addressed to others who had fled. Wherever the recipient is, we stop by the small fishing village, but otherwise we move on.

A woman who was drying fish in a fishing village receives an envelope with a suspicious face. I noticed the handwriting of the address and held my eyeballs.

"Thank you for taking the time. Wait a minute, please."

I ran into a house right around the corner and came back with a paper bag with a big palm.

"Thanks, sorry this is all I got"

"No, it's at the end of the aisle..."

"No, I don't think so."

In the end, it was the dried fruit that was to be received. This must be very painful for you to burn out.

"No more, because it's how I feel..."

"If you're done talking, just help me!

Called by the old woman who was working with him, the woman graciously rushed to the dry net to both of them.

I thought it would be difficult to get it to the unaccounted for in the city, but it wasn't.

"Ask at the bureau. If you're a Nemoralis refugee, the bureau's in charge."

I was taught at the harbor, and I walked along the roads, hearing the location of the bureau, and I was able to reach it very well. When I asked the guide and went to the contact, he told me to fill out the inquiry documents.

"I got burned out too, I have an indefinite address..."

"You just need to know who it is, so you can use your original address."

I also faced the septentorio for this, but honestly follow. The letters I have received do not have the recipient's full address, and all I know is that he escaped from the city of Zerneau to the city of Noge, and further south, he is in this city.

Upon receipt of the many blank documents, the official pulled into the back and turned the ledger with a familiar hand.

... with an indefinite address...?

The spelldoctor Septentorio once again confirmed his condition and his feelings sank. With that said, the citizenship card remained at home. That must also be reissued, but now that the coup has broken out which offices within the Republic of Nemoralis are still functioning, it seems hard just to find out.

"The man is evacuated to the Southern Temple. It's the temple of the goddess, you know?

"No… how many minutes (what), this is my first time here…"

I visited it several times during the old kingdom, but after half a century of civil unrest, the state of the city has completely changed.

Officials drew me a brief map on a note sheet.

"I hope you find a place to settle down soon, too"

"... thank you"

The casual words of the official crept into me.

As soon as he stepped out of the bureau, the needle salotka made a stretch. The spelldoctor Septentorio also looses his mind and realizes he was nervous.

"Are you tired?

"Yes, no! I didn't do anything, and, uh, this is... you know, the first time I've ever been in a bureau, you know, I said I was nervous, you know... I thought it was a scarier place, so you said I was horrified..."

Coming to think of the girl's previous life, the spelldoctor Septentorio turned to the note paper map, not knowing what to look like.

"Me too, I don't like the atmosphere of the bureau. … Let's go before sundown"

"You just looked at the map, you can't magically go, can you?

"You know, most of the city has boundaries, and you can only jump where you're allowed to."

"Oh, I was. Is it far?

"Come on......? You don't know the distance on this map."

Sarotka peered at the spelldoctor's hand and looked around.

Apparently the bureau faces the boulevard and should go straight down this road.

There were more pedestrians and more trucks crossing the driveway than there were in the northern end of the city of Noge.

"Even in this country, you run so many trucks"

"Right. You can't carry catfish in [endless bags]."

"Muzimbukro......?

"It's a magic bag that goes in a lot more than it looks like. It's disposable because it runs out of technique in one go."

"Heh... but it's good to be convenient"

The spelldoctor Septentorio was a little surprised by the thoughts of the Kirkrussian girl, but didn't say anything. There are eyes here.

Sarotka follows without a single disgusting face, even if she finds that the destination is the temple of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake.

... you think this is a good opportunity to know the difference between faith?

"We usually pray directly to Lake Lacus."

"What? Really? So when are you in the temple...?

Around, Sarotka lurked her voice.

"When there's something to celebrate at the coronation or the kids, and there's trouble."

"Aren't you going to Sunday prayer or something?

"Except for the festival, you're never going to be there the day we all decide"

"Really?"

Explain how to worship in a low voice as the sun rushes beneath cloudy weather.

Sarotka whispered anxiety.

"I, I don't have the magic, I don't have that crystal, can I go into the temple?

"The temple of the goddess is liberated to all beings united by the edge of the water. They won't reject anything but demons."

The eyes of a heathen girl are opened to surprise and doubt. The spelldoctor nodded and uttered words of prayer.

"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.

"Guys... buddies...?

"Yes."

As Sarotka shut up to the wind of thought, the spelldoctor said no more and hurried to the temple.

There are no signals, and police officers standing at the intersection are organizing traffic with flags and sirens. In the city of Zerneau, it was assisted by signalling machines along with surveillance on high traffic streets.

"There's a truck, but there's no signal, is there?

"Right. I've heard it's because electricity is only about self-generating in hotels, restaurants, etc. in cities with many foreigners."

"Really? So isn't it inconvenient for someone who can't use magic?

"Even a powerless people, if they know the spell, can handle it with spells, magic tools, [magic crystals], etc.... Lacrimaris has fewer powerless people than Nemoralis, so you'll make it."

The spelldoctor Septentorio reminded me of Farkill.

The next big city is the city of Grom, the home of an orphaned boy.

… Will all mobile retailers still be in the city of Kardafstvaw? Or would you have given up the truck and had Mr. Fiarlka carry it?

The bitter thoughts of that day filled my chest, but I killed my expression so the needle girl wouldn't understand me.