It's all one flower.

"You have a lot of trucks here, too"

"The time now will be carrying raw vegetables and eggs from nearby farmers"

Early in the morning, the city of Grom hits the driveway with a truck. There were signals on the boulevard because there were a lot of tourists here.

He's already completely used to having spells engraved on sidewalk stools and buildings, and Sarotka says nothing. I was intrigued to see the shopping district ready to open.

"This is a big city, too, so I'll have to ask you again at the bureau."

"... this man is in the North Temple, so it's okay."

Looking at the envelope, said the spelldoctor Septentorio, the needle Sarotka softened her expression.

"I... I'm going to say this, but I prefer the temple to the atmosphere of the bureau"

"Really?

The spelldoctor Septentorio was surprised by the words that came out of the mouth of the Kirkurs, but there are people here who can't hear any more. Nor did Sarotka say.

Find the information board by the sidewalk and stop the foot.

"You have a map on the side of the road."

"It must be because there are so many tourists"

The girl's face, which looked unusual and looked at the map, turned to the curse doctor.

"I've been meaning to ask you from the meantime, and I forgot, what is Kanko Cak?

The spelldoctor, Septentorio, was stuck with the answer.

This is the first time a needle girl has ever been born and raised in an autonomous region of Listver where people have had severe restrictions on their movement and has gone out into the outside world. This girl, who grew up in Barack, would never have imagined traveling or anything like that.

... well, I've come this far by accident.

Once again I realize the courage of Sarotka.

"Uh, excuse me. Was it something you couldn't explain here?

A needle girl whispers with her mouth in the ear of a curse doctor.

The spelldoctor Septentorio shook his head.

"No... I was wondering how to explain it..."

"Is that a difficult cot?

"Erm... I'm a traveler. Instead of going to other lands for other purposes, such as pilgrimage, work, or study, he is a traveler whose very purpose is to go elsewhere and see places he does not know."

"Traveler..."

"I'm talking about someone who temporarily leaves their hometown of his own free will and leaves as soon as the sights are finished"

I tried to come up with a brief explanation and say it, but Sarotka stuck to the map of the information board and thought about it.

Septentorio also looks at the map of the city completely changed.

I was sick and tired of realizing that the "North Temple" of the City of Grom was close to the Northeast Gate, not the North Gate. After all, I assumed it was as close to the North Gate as it used to be, and I went out of my way to [jump] from the Northeast Gate to the North Gate outside the fence.

I had lost sight of the fact that the temple, destroyed by half a century of civil unrest, was not a wack that would not change place at all when rebuilt.

Even after entering the city, I walked quite a bit. It's quicker to keep walking away than to turn back and [jump] back.

"So... I'm Kanko Cak too...?

"Hmm?"

Sure, it fits the earlier conditions, but it's hard to describe Sarotka as a tourist.

... I wonder how you explained it.

"Sarotka makes sure what society looks like on this side... she came out to see and learn, right?

"Yes. It's full of cots I don't know. When you were young, the manager said you lived on Nemoralis Island, so you know..."

It's a little different than sightseeing because it's a study journey.

"Hmm. I thought you looked alike, but you're not"

... a brilliant daughter. If you get a decent education, you'll be a fine person.

Sarotka can read the Bible. Her parents' house had been lost, but she must have been a relatively spare person in Barack Street.

I remembered that Morph could barely read or write and had become a boy soldier, and the back of his chest ached.

Either way, I walk to the temple.

When I arrived at the North Temple, there was a crowd (one) in a painting in the front yard.

Speak up to a cleric with a bunch of passing paper.

"Good morning. Is something wrong?

"Good morning. I'm doing a survey of the refugees."

"Survey?"

"Volunteers are looking into problems and requests, and we have a little help..."

"Really? One thing or more, I hope there's less trouble..."

The spelldoctor Septentorio once again turned his attention to the crowd.

A cleric and a well-dressed man who looks like a local believer tell him to line up in order to organize the rows and the women walk between them to hand out the boards and pencils. The people who received it were eager to write.

Clerics also look at people and whine.

"Trouble… the best thing is that the war will be over soon."

"That's right."

The curse doctor and the girl nodded at the same time.

"Then I heard this one was looking after me here, and I left a letter..."

"This is..."

The cleric looked at the envelope's destination and turned to the two, staring all the way around at the people to fill it in.

"Let's hear it in the other row. Please come."

Make a big detour from the crowd and head to where the paper is distributed.

Where several cardboard boxes have piled up, the boy of the land people is making a mess. I saw eye to eye with the boy who stood up with a bunch of paper.

"Ah...!

There were no words for each other.