It's all one flower.

Intelligence agent Razornik turned his palm over here with [Crystal of Magic] on it.

The spelldoctor Septentorio doesn't get lost, he grabs that hand. The other hand was firmly gripped by the needle salotka. Farkil holds Lazolnik's empty hand.

The four stood on a hill overlooking the king's capital Lacrimaris.

The luggage on my back reminds me of the weight of my upcoming role.

Magic was poured from the spelldoctor to the intelligence agent so that the water flowed low via the [Crystal of Magic]. The spell doctor Septentorio feels cold at the stone where the spell was engraved, but intelligence agent Razornik must be feeling hot.

It was well sunny today and the waterways patrolled by the Wang capital looked like a nest of spiders shining in the morning dew. Not a single building has been damaged. I wanted to have a peaceful view forever.

"Okay, I'm coming."

Razornik spoke as if he had read the mind of the spelldoctor Septentorio, and cast a [leap] spell. Close your eyes unexpectedly with a floating sensation similar to a light glare (dizziness). Not when I jump myself, but I felt like someone else's [jump] was a big shake to the senses.

When I opened my eyes, a white city along the slopes was headed for the lake.

"This is the summer capital of Amitostigma"

"The name of the city is" Summer Capital "... What is it?

Sarotka tilted her neck at Lazolnik's explanation.

"Yes, I used to move here in season from snowmelt until the leaves were tinted, otherwise to the“ winter capital ”inland, but now this is the capital all the time"

"Why are you moving in the season?

"During the summer, the demons and warcraft of the forest gained momentum and came to the plains at night, so when it was time to catch fish and live on the shores of the lake and the monsters pulled into the back of the forest, they picked mushrooms and nuts in the forest and hunted and lived birds and beasts"

When intelligence agent Razornik even explained, Sarotka looked up at the slope. I don't see the other forest from here.

Farkill looks up from the map of the tablet terminal and listens in a nervous voice.

"Refugee camp... I was on the news about cutting through the woods and building them, are you okay?

"Oh, if I took out the forest lord about six hundred years ago and broke my nest, the demons would be reduced, and now I'm fine unless I go too far back. The locals are going into the woods in the summer."

The spelldoctor Septentorio also smiled with Farkill in a hoax.

Continue explaining that Lazolnik is coming.

"Now it's a good time to fix the" summer capital ”to the capital, and the younger generation won't travel any more, but the old people and the old people are still moving because it's kind of a tradition."

"The winter city, you're away all summer, right? Are you all right?

Sarotka is intrigued by the exotic and listens to Razornik with his eyes shining.

"The houses along the lake shore are wood, dirt and stone, but the inland houses are made of wood, cloth and fur and can be carried, so they used to run out of the city itself during the summer months"

"Huh?

Sarotka and Farkill raised their voices at the same time.

Lazolnik steps on a short grass of length and walks down a distant path that looks like white yarn.

"There are more houses similar to the lakeshore now, though. I'm well protected while I'm away. There's plenty of grace in the woods and lakes around here, plenty of grass, so for a long time there were fishermen, hunters and shepherds, and a lot of traders."

"Because you don't settle, you weren't farming?

When Farkill heard, Razornik shook his head.

"It seems like the people who farm used to be just a little on the plains close to the shore. Since the neighborhood perished about five hundred years ago and the refugees settled, there's been an increase in the number of people farming all at once."

A boy and a girl turn a respectful eye to intelligence agent Razornik.

Septentorio, a long-lived race, didn't even know that far.

Farkill says polori.

"Mr. Razornik was surprisingly knowledgeable."

"I'm surprised."

Razornik smiled bitterly and looked up at the blue sky.

"... Well, I was compelled to, I looked into it and slapped it in my head. It's not just the countries involved, but the history, beliefs, political orientation, and national temperament of the countries involved… from Yabe if you don't understand everything."

... So were you even familiar with the circumstances of the Kirkuri state on the Alton Gaza continent?

The spelldoctor Septentorio reviewed intelligence agent Razornik again.

The young man with a faint impression makes his blonde hair gleam in the wind blowing up from Lake Lacus and looks down at the national highway that leads to the gate of the fence. There was a truck that apparently carried perishables along a path laid with white stones.

"Amitostigma is a country that developed after receiving war refugees about five hundred years ago, so I'm sure you've expressed your acceptance of Nemoralis refugees this time too, but it's not a wacky place where all the people are welcome, so be careful where you are."

"Okay."

Furkill and Sarotka also nodded as the spelldoctor Septentorio spoke to his voice.

The blue of the sky and the blue of Lake Lacus show the white of the building, with the greenery of garden and street trees dazzling. The walls surrounding the city were also stainless and pure white, but when viewed closely and with caution, various guardian spells and spells were engraved.

As the spelldoctor Septentorio laid eyes on the sleeve of his white coat, he met the needle salotka.

"You're with Sensei's clothes."

"Right.... it's okay to let go of my hand now."

"Oh, I'm sorry! If I..."

"No, I didn't mean it that way, so don't worry about it"

I hung up on the girl who dyed her cheeks and let go of her hand, but whether it was in her head or not.

No one walked between the inside and the outside of the gate, and the four entered the city as the drivers looked sideways at them.

The main street leading from the gate is lined with shops. The attire of the people on the road varies, especially the young women, who are as bright as the flowers that compete and bloom.

"Beautiful..."

"If you're not too keen, you'll get lost. Everybody's still far away, so don't get out of it."

Razornik turns to Sarotka's whining and hurries ahead without waiting for a reply.

Sarotka was completely shriveled, but the spelldoctor Septentorio was not sure what he had heard.

"You gave me your address, so you can go look at the map and you'll be fine."

When Farkill showed it on his device, he lost a little power from Sarotka's shoulder.

... It doesn't change the trouble when you get lost by yourself.

Septentorio himself is new to the land and I don't know the right or left. Encouraged the two of them to keep pace and follow in order not to lose sight of the plain young man in the crowded streets.