It's all one flower.

After cleaning up his lunch, there was a relaxing air in the square beside Ougari Old Road.

The [light] dotted by the funeral home Agoni leaks from the gap of the door and dyes the floor of the carrier in blue and white. Captain Solniak was caged in the attendant's room on the cargo deck, writing a letter to the haulier Fiarluca. Jorch, a state-run broadcast announcer, also summarizes the situation of the capital, Cravel, in a manuscript, behind a wagon car in FM Cravel.

Agoni, who bought paper and other things by jumping to Racica, sleeps in front of the fire, and across from it, the driver Medvege turns to the fire. Boy soldier Morph was beside the driver's old man, listening to DJ Rafe reading pictures. Close to whispering so as not to wake Agoni. Still, the voices that often went through were easy to hear.

Apparently, the picture books that I unexpectedly bought from a bookstore in the city of Rachka have made the myth of Fraxinus an easy word for children to understand.

Just look at the painting first. It's the way Morph imagined it would be.

When they read it, I knew exactly which paintings represented who… which gods, who those monsters were, and how the people of the Great Old Age suffered.

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Long ago, a long time ago.

Long before the demons of the Three Kingdoms were made.

Around here, it was a meadow with a few springs and a small lake.

A people who run horses through the meadows, chase sheep, and sow grassy hair.

A people with the same color of hair as the earth that plows meadows and makes wheat in the fields.

The people of the two neighbouring countries lived amicably.

At one point, the fountain dried up, the grass withered, and the sand buried everything.

There was not enough drinking water, not enough water to sprinkle on the fields, and a lot of lives were lost.

There was a battle between the people who ran horses through the meadows and the people who plowed the meadows and made the fields.

Zhi (corn) A group of people looked into it and found that it was because of a big, long warcraft.

Many went to take out the Warcraft, but no one returned.

The people of the shepherds and the people of the fields still do not stop fighting over the water.

Both armies are driven out to fight by people-to-people grievances.

It cannot be directed against a warcraft that has become known as the Dragon of Drought.

Every time a large, long warcraft goes into the sky, the red light covers the sky and the water is lost.

The drying grew sand, the sand filled the abundant earth, and the lake disappeared.

Sheep, horses, dogs and people are tormented by dryness and buried in the sand to disappear.

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... horses?

Juvenile soldier Morph remembered a cop he saw in the city of Dossici. If you say so well, the creature in this painting is the same one that the cops were on. The atmosphere between the painting and the real thing was very different and I didn't realize it when I read it in the bookstore.

It reminded me of a horseback riding cop who led the truck with refreshments and horsebacks, and tried to superimpose it on the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and the spelldoctor Septentorio, the funeral home Agoni, who sleeps here, but I couldn't imagine anything.

... I don't know how much they all seem.

While I'm thinking extra, the story goes on.

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Finally, the dryness reached much farther and also the southern Limph Mountains.

One magician came over the mountains to the meadows to find out why the trees had died.

I joined hands with the people of the land and continued my journey for the same purpose.

Kashmar Putnik, a southerner to examine and write down.

Zuf Sturasi, warrior of the people of the field.

Cleartoua looking out for everyone's vows.

Fraxinus leading everyone.

Shepherd's Curse Physician Panisea Uni Flora.

There were others to go with, but they were no longer on the way.

Still, we continued our journey beyond the dead field and beyond the desert.

In only a few remaining dead meadows, we met wounded people in battle.

Healing the wounded people without separation told me where the drought (kanban) dragons are.

After a fierce battle, the Five finally took out the Dragon of Drought.

Still, the dry light of a drought dragon, it didn't go away.

Krautowa has turned the remains of a drought dragon into stone.

The scratched stularsi turned himself into a rocky mountain.

The four of them descended into a cave and placed a stone of drought deep inside.

Dry red light illuminates the cave, calling in sand.

Panisea Uni Flora burned herself and left [the sorcerer's tears] behind.

Krautowa did the trick to make that [tear] gush of inexhaustible water.

Even if the overflowing water wraps around a stone of drought like a snake, it dries quickly.

Even after three days and three nights, the stones of drought remain dry, and the water will not moisten the earth.

The three went outside the cave and consulted with the people of the two countries that had gathered.

Fraxinus turned himself into a Qin skin (Tonerico) and stretched his roots to the bottom of the cave.

The dryness was caught in the deep stretching roots of the earth.

Overflowing water filled the earth buried in the sand.

Having seen it all, Krautowa laid a magical formation around the mountains, the water and the trees.

Still at the foot of the high summit (please) of Sturasi, the great tree of Fraxinus holds the drought at its roots, and the [tears] of Panisea Uni Flora produce water to moisturize the land.

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"... and, well, this is such a hanashi"

"Hey, what happened to this guy you saw out and the guy from the south?

"Hmm? Well, this picture book doesn't say anything about it, but Master Kratwa died right after building the first temple at the foot of Master Sturusi's rocky mountain, and Master Kashmar returned to the southern country to report."

"Are you serious?

Morph turned his suspicious eye to the picture book, wondering if it was something that could tell such a long time ago. DJ Rafe laughs bitterly.

"Maybe it's not the same story you know. The battle against the demons of the Three Kingdoms has lost previous records and evidence, and the provinces have lost their heritage."

"What the hell?

...... proper scripture and everything nasi. In a fragmented myth...... is that why they all believe it?

There is also a distinction in Juvenile Soldier Morph that his feelings as a Kirkulus just don't come out of his mouth.

The water just boiled and Medvege brewed me vanilla tea.

"When I was a kid, I heard that the people of the lake had been“ lake people ”for a long time, catching fish in the little lake and living on the spring's turn."

"That's not what I was saying."

Boy soldier Morph received a word and mug from Medvege and saw Agoni's green hair.

... How can they believe in a Fluxinusian god like that?

"If you go to the library, you'll find lots of mythological collections and comparative research books from around the world."

"It's hard anyway, isn't it?

"Well. It's for adults who study theology, so even adults around here don't know."

"Even DJ's brother?

"Yeah. I don't know. But it's true that Lake Lacus is moisturizing the land with Sturasi's Rock Mountain, Fraxinus' Great Tree, and Panisea Uni Flora's Blue Tree."

"Fine. Come on."

Medvege slaps me on the shoulder and I'm about to spill my tea. I stared at him, but the old man just laughs in the wind where it blows.