It's all one flower.

By the time the gray clouds were faintly stained with Zhu, we finally reached the southern temple.

I never lost my way, but there's more distance than I thought and my legs are like sticks. The exhausted Sarotka was completely silent.

"What do you want to do? Do you want to take a break somewhere around there? I'll deliver it in the meantime..."

"No, me too... If I may come in, may I join you?

"You don't need my permission. The goddess will not refuse."

Because of the late hour, the front yard is idle. Recarrying the luggage eating into her shoulders, the needle girl stepped into the temple with the spelldoctor.

Septentorio took a grain of [magic crystal] from the pedestal at the entrance, but Sarotka did not touch her hand and gently turned away. Follow the previous person on a wide and long aisle.

The wall was affixed with a surfacing depicting a mythical scene, and Sarotka proceeded with her legs as she carefully looked at the wall to read the book.

Temperature and magic transfer to the cold [crystal] in the hands of the spelldoctor.

A cleric walked in the dark hallway with [lights] on.

"Excuse me. I heard you were evacuating this person here..."

When I showed the envelope's address, the elderly cleric nodded small.

"There are a lot of people, so I'll check back later. When you have finished your visit, please come to the assembly hall. It's the right hand of the temple."

"Thank you"

Sarotka also bowed her head as the spelldoctor Septentorio thanked her. He followed the one before him as he heard a voice chanting [lights] away at the lighthouse on the wall.

At the deepest end of the temple, the water drawn from the lake tours, and its waterways are incorporated into the magic formation. A step-taller, soft-bottle-shaped altar is also part of it, which gathers the power of the [crystal of magic] served and sends it to the [tears of the sorcerer] of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, resting in the Great Shrine. Qingyu continued to fight the drought dragon and make water.

The spelldoctor Septentorio also kneels with a devotion to the [crystal of magic] that dwells in magic and glows pale. Sarotka knelt next to it.

... Dear Panisea Uni Flora, It's our ancestor. May the days of peace and tranquillity return to the banks of the tears (Lacus), and may the good fringes be joined and the tears quenched, and may all our water compatriots be preserved.

Leaving the temple, the sun was completely down.

I should have taken the inn first, but I regretted a little, but I would point the [light] and go to the assembly hall.

I remembered my hunger at the smell of the sunset and saw Sarotka walking next door.

"Oh, now, did you hear me go hungry?

"No, I didn't think it was this far away, sorry"

"No, no, because it's not because of the sensei that's far away"

In front of the assembly hall, the men and women of the earlier clergy and the people of the land were waiting.

"Good evening, sorry at meal"

"Welcome and I'm sorry to bother you"

That's what the cleric said, and set his gaze on the spelldoctor's hand.

"Nice to meet you. I am a curse doctor at Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital. On my way to Wang Capital, I received a letter from someone who evacuated to Noji City."

When I tell you the name of the sender, the face of the man and woman who look like a couple is broken.

I give it to my husband because the address is a male name. When he saw the handwriting, he muttered the sender's name and was caught pushing the envelope. My wife also thanks me over and over again for the tears.

One shoulder load descended, and as soon as it was hoarse, my stomach burst into abundance. A cleric watching over the exchange laughs bitterly.

"I can't offer you a great deal of hospitality, but would you like to join me?

I cough up the embarrassment and delude myself into asking.

"Are you sure?

"Of course. I still have enough soup."

When I looked at Sarotka, my eyes glowed and I nodded again and again.

A long desk and a pipe chair are lined up in front, and refugees are eating. The back half seems to be partitioned by cardboard, making it a living space.

The spelldoctor and needle also received a soup dish and took the same seat as the couple.

Fish sliced dough and vegetables are carefully simmered, and the body warms from the core for plumping and nourishing. The ingredients, but the utensils, will be plentiful and nutritious.

"Until a while ago, I was there more. There are quite a few people who evacuated to Amitostigma because of the wind tree, and about a third of them remain."

"Until then, I was eating in your garden."

"You're in trouble everywhere."

The spelldoctor stopped his hand holding a key to the couple's story. Sarotka is busy eating and doesn't pinch her mouth in the story.

"Does the curse doctor have any relatives in Wang Du?

"For once... there must be remoteness, but my blood muscles are too far away for almost others, and I just met them once when I was a kid, so I don't remember my face or my name. Besides, what happened in the civil unrest..."

"Oh, this is so..."

My wife puts a stern eye on my frightening husband.

The spelldoctor Septentorio smiled at the couple and took it up.

"I don't care because I'm a person as far away as I can remember. This time, people are asking me for help from something completely different."

"Really? In these days, doctors must have a lot to deduct."

"That's right. Not only are there people burned out like us in the Wang capital right now, but there are also a lot of Lacrimalis who have fled the wind trees..."

The couple clouds their faces.

"Aren't you two going to Wang Du or Amitostigma?

"I can't jump because I don't have a land survey, and I found a working mouth here at the corner..."

"If there were extra people in Wang Du, I'm sure you wouldn't find a job. Besides, some people have fled the coup, and it seems to be tough."

People around me nodded at the couple's story as well.

A finished salotka leaks a sneak sigh.

They both stayed at the rally point and left the city early the next morning.