It's all one flower.

The curse doctor solves the two questions.

"The manager is a sewer, so how to make festive clothing and other things, including the technique of [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] … I have a scripture describing clothing related techniques"

"Uh, I'm bringing the scripture that the store manager deposited with me."

Fiarlka overlapped the finished plate, so does Farkil overlap it.

Sarotka also imitated it, and made a vacancy at the table and took a seat. Explore the luggage you've been carrying and put a thick leather cover book on the table.

As the needle girl opened the page, the three rode themselves out and read the costume making commentary.

... really. This... uh [exorcism].

A completely familiar diagram popped into my eyes. The coat of the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and the same spells and curses that were in the cloak of the employee Cruillo are listed as embroidery drawings.

Fiarlka exhaled heavily and left herself on her back, sipping the water down in one breath.

"Uh, so, I... I lost track of what was right, and I really wanted to see for myself if all the wizards were evil people because all the magic was evil, and I couldn't tell Sensei, and she brought me here."

The needle Sarotka ran out of words in a trembling voice.

Carrier Fiarluca woke herself up from her back, placed an empty glass and paid for the green hair hanging on her shoulder with one hand.

"Hmmm...... so, how was it?

"Uh... how..."

"Even before we got here, you saw a lot, didn't you?

Sarotka nodded and said, staring back at the haulier's green eyes.

"Eh, all the cities... all the little villages are much prettier, finer, more decent people than the Autonomous Communities..."

A Kirkulus girl from the Ristover Autonomous Region speaks of potpourri by moving her gaze back on the journey.

"But sometimes, there are mean people, there are still people fighting at the survey today, and they say on the radio news about thieves... er..."

"Good place and bad cousin, you've come to see them both properly"

Carrier Fiarluca smiles.

"Uh, you know, I just went through it, and I haven't seen it all, but if magic can be used, it's all kinds of convenient, but there's a trick in trouble because of it, and there's a trick that wizards can and can't do, and, uh... I don't know what to say..."

The Kirkulus girl dropped her gaze on the scriptures, trying to find the words.

Lift your eyes out of the garment making guide and answer the haulier of the people of the lake.

"Er, I can't say it well..."

Think with your eyes like looking for the whereabouts of the words that disappeared along the way, whether you are not confident or not convinced of your words.

The three did not rush, and waited for Sarotka, the people of the Autonomous Region, to utter the word.

"I don't know what to say... like this... normal?

Sarotka leaned her neck towards her words, but continued without distracting herself from Fiarluca's eyes.

"Eh, I met good people first to go, and they were nice to me, but I also saw just a few people who didn't seem to... So, 'Ah, wizard people are normal too'..."

"That's right. We're free people just because we have magic. Some are good, some are bad."

The spelldoctor Septentorio concurs with the words of the former priest.

Sarotka, a Kirkrussian, turned his gaze to the Bible when he saw his neighbor nodding.

Farkill said hurriedly sipping down what was in his mouth.

"Even Kirkuls without magic are not“ innocent souls. ”There are criminals and bad people, and there are good people."

Fiarlka says something like a former clergyman.

"Just think about it and you'll see. You can't just divide people into good and evil with or without magic and put them together."

Sarotka saw the hauliers of the people of the lake, as struck by lightning.

It was put to words again, and I was shocked by not a few fur kills.

... all the time, I thought.

The Kirkulus priests are only trying to shelter the perpetrators because the "soul without original sin” is just a little lost from the path of the holy stars. On the contrary, he forces the victim to fall asleep crying, "Do not blame others, because anyone transgresses" and "Do not hate them who are lost in the way because of their weakness".

... If the powerless people were all good, they wouldn't have the hassle of committing a crime in the first place.

It's also a good point to argue that everything that is lost must be forgiven, no matter how terrible.

In this war, the Artel army burned indiscriminately in air raids to the holders of the same “innocent and clean soul”: those who could not fight, the people of land without the power of the Nemoralis.

Even that is a good thing for the doctrine of Kirkulus.

... With that said, a group of musicians...... erm, what is it? You were making a protest statement to the military against indiscriminate bombing.

Neither is the Arthurian a single rock.

There are some Kirkurs who oppose this war.

Remembering the radio news he heard at his base on Lanterna Island, Farkill grabbed a tablet device in his pocket.

"Oh, yeah. Curse Doctor, how are those villa people doing now?

"I don't know. After you all left, I also left in a few days and haven't been back..."

Spelldoctor Septentorio says sorry.

I have heard the name of Sneigh, who came out earlier, from Agent Razornik.

He's a pianist in the city of Lyabina in the eastern part of Nemoralis Island. He also collects information beside assisting domestic evacuees with proceeds from charitable concerts.

... What is Mr. Snegg going to ask for from a spelldoctor?

Fiarlka puts her elbow against the table and embarks on herself.

"What do we do? I just got here, and tomorrow, join us in the king's capital Lacrimaris...... you want to go to the Holy Land of Fraxinus too?

"What? Oh, my God... am I okay?

Sarotka can be wolfed by Fiarlka's offer.

A spelldoctor, Septentorio, made me snort at him.