It's all one flower.

I realize that I had not yet introduced myself, and I name myself with facial recognition to the two people of the lake.

"I'm Farkill. I volunteer to support information with Mr. Fiarlka and the others. Until a little while ago, I was traveling with Nemoralis refugees who were burned out of the city of Zerneau."

"When I saw you this morning, you said you broke up with everyone else in the King's Capital, what happened?

Worries seep into the voice of the spelldoctor Septentorio.

"Um, where do I talk from?

"Hopefully, since I left the base..."

"It's going to be a long time, so let's hear it over dinner"

Fiarlka urged the knife and fork in his hand. Start your meal with an unscrupulous hand.

Farkill took a bite of the cold soup and scratched the previous one.

"… that's how when he arrived in the King's Capital, Mr. Amiela could meet with his relatives and stay in the King's Capital"

"That person, is it now Wang Du? Um, hey, uh..."

Stop the fork where Sarotka stabbed the sheepmeat and see the curse doctor next door.

The curse doctor turned to the cloth bag he had placed at the door.

"The tailor's manager sent me letters from Amiella and Senator Lacueus."

"Oh, did the curse doctor go to the Autonomous Region?

Fiarlka rounds her eyes.

... the people of the lake, but they're well safe... Well, the spelldoctor (Seiko) is a former military doctor, and if he doesn't have a weapon, he probably doesn't have a powerless people against him.

"I met a firewood collector on my way through Kublum Street, and he asked me to heal the injured."

"You don't often have to find the star sign."

"Ladies and gentlemen, you cooperated and hid it..."

"Oh, that's what I say, Cotto"

While the two spoke, Farkill packed the dish at best.

I didn't have an appetite after the peak of hunger, but my hunger returned as I remembered when I started eating, and now I think I can eat as much as I want.

"The manager says she's Senator Lacueus' sister. If you can't give it to your brother, he wants you to give it to the leader of the Assacol party who's acting together."

"You're not a private message."

"They say it's material about factions in the Autonomous Region, star markers, etc."

Fireluca is breathtaking.

Farkill drank the water in a hurry, threatening to clog his throat.

"To Mr. Amiela, it's a private message, isn't it?

"Yes."

"Yes, then, Mr. Amiela's share will be delivered to the King's Capital tomorrow."

"Busy place, I'm afraid"

The haulier laughed and said to the frightening curse doctor.

"I can help you, I'm going to Wang Du tomorrow morning in Ichi, so come on"

"Hmm? Well, me, I'll work alone tomorrow...?

"You don't have to worry. Because this morning, when I called my supporters, more people moved than I thought. Why don't you come back to King's Landing with me, and I'll deliver a letter to the senator, and then we'll go to Amitostigma?

Farkill responded instantly.

"That sounds more efficient. Then I will go to Wang Du tomorrow.

"I, too, am about to go to Wangdu where someone asks me to help..."

"Oh, and that co?

"What, I, uh..."

Sarotka cages her mouth and looks next to her for help.

The spelldoctor smiled gently.

"You can tell these two the truth."

The eyes of the Kirkulus girl are directed at Farkil and Fiarlka.

Let him snort, Sarotka said in a voice that seemed to disappear.

"Um, even in the Autonomous Region, faith is varied... oh, guys, I'm a proper Kirkulus, but some people say star marks (servants) and 'no magic', and some people say 'I wish it was magic to help people', like the people who asked Sensei to treat me..."

"Inside the Autonomous Communities...... are there conflicts due to differences of faith?

Fiarlka stops the hand of the meal and rides herself out a little.

The spelldoctor and Farkill continued their meals watching the two of them take over.

Sarotka tilts her neck and looks for words to say.

"You mean conflict... everyone's scared, so don't tell the star markers that... uh, Sensei asked me to look at the scriptures, but they said there were spells and magic marks in festive clothing and [exorcism]..."

The eyes of the former clergyman's doubts turn to the spelldoctor Septentorio.

"Really?

"Oh, the Bible, I brought it, so look at it later"

As Sarotka turned her luggage around before the spelldoctor answered, Fiarlka's eyes opened wide.

"Uh, so, I'm just taking this personally, but the saint thought, 'It's not evil. Magic is fine..."

"Huh?

Fiarlka, who quit the clergy of the goddess of the lake, turned her voice back to surprise.

Farkil looked to the spelldoctor, recalling the cathedral decorations shown to Razornik at the stronghold of Lanterna Island. At that time, the curse doctor I was watching with nods and says:

"The scriptures for the general faithful are omitted, but more than half of the original scriptures are technical books that capture the art of [nest hanging (cake)] and [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] school."

"What do you mean?

"According to the tailor's manager, the special scripture given only to some technicians of faith has a part of the technique for each function."

... What do you mean?

I couldn't even imagine Farkill.