It's all one flower.

Luffs seminary classes were easier than Roark thought.

... Well, that's right. I guess I'm just retaking my second grade class.

I clapped it off, but I didn't know anything about history classes, and theology had a slightly different interpretation than my grandfather's, and I couldn't lose my mind.

Asking the accounting staff to "exchange" the jewelry on Monday, a jeweler visited Wednesday and cash was stored in the dean, Augur Priest, accounting staff, in the presence of Roark and in the vault of the dean's office.

Carrier Fiarlka said it was cheap, but it was good quality or something, even the smallest one, was about the same amount as the initial salary of a graduate banker.

... Is it the end money for Mr. Fiarlka?

In thinking, I realized that Catseye can't cage magic, so it's cheap in Scootum, a magical civilized country, and Nemoralis, a two-wheeled country.

In the Artel of Civilized Sciences, it's a high gem, not a high school student's penny level.

"I don't think you know the price, but don't waste it, just buy what you need that is practical"

"Yes, thank you for your advice"

Give thanks to the accountant's staff and punish the wallet with only one note given to them. It was described as the highest value note, but Roark didn't even know how much this one was worth.

"On Sunday, Skinum should ask you to show him around."

"Yes. It would be comforting if you went with me. But he'll have plans too..."

Roark was bitterly laughed at by the dean as he disturbed Augur Priest's advice.

"Talk to the two of you around here for your convenience."

... You're not telling me to go with the others, are you?

Taking care of Roark is a "annoying chore" if you look at it from the theology students.

So far, I have not been bullied, but no one has been actively involved with Artel and the international students who have escaped the war nemoralis.

Other theological students, if Roark asks to accompany him, won't say no in front of the priest, but won't look good either.

... If I ask another guy, Skinum the "caretaker" is going to say something later. "Your precious holiday is crushed because you don't take proper care of it" or something, bullied......?

Return to your room with that in mind. Until dinner, there was still time.

"Mr. Skinum, I need to talk to you for a minute, are you okay now?

When Roark knocked, the skinum in the next room opened up to me immediately.

"Go ahead, let's talk inside"

"Is that okay?

"That would be slower, wouldn't it?

"Thank you. Sorry to disturb you."

I have grown accustomed to doing it after nearly twenty days, even in this courteous and arduous intercession.

... Is he doing it with vegetables? You really are a boy.

Skinum's room, which said he had enrolled from the elementary department, was not significantly different from Roark's, which had just been incorporated. It's only so different that there are two bookshelves that are tall to near the ceiling. There were few possessions and no room for scattering.

Just because you're new to visiting, you can't stop looking around at someone else's room in a rare way.

Roark did not even look at the contents of the bookshelf and, as recommended, lowered his back to the chair. Skinum sits shallow on the bed and looks up slightly at Roark's face.

"Thank you for inviting me"

"I can't give you any hospitality, but if it's something I can do, please talk to me about anything. Even if it is difficult for both of us, ask the priests and they will surely help us with their wisdom and knowledge."

With a smile on his face without any consignment, Roark's initial question woke his eyes, but he cut out an errand.

"Skinum, thanks to you and everyone else, I've also gotten quite used to school life. Thank you."

"No, I don't... I don't..."

When Roark corrected his posture and changed and thanked him, Skinum blushed his cheek.

"Thanks to you, Skinum, you are very helpful. So, sweet. And then, this Sunday, I'd like to ask you to show me around the city. How would you like it?

I didn't let the humble skinum tell everyone, I folded them up.

"It's a sudden story, Skinum, so it'll be convenient for you, and you don't have to. Wish others......"

"No! I'm fine! Because there's nothing on Sunday but worship!

When Roark was surprised by the momentum, Skinum hacked and covered his licence with one hand.

"Um... Um, excuse me. This is the first time I've gone out with someone other than my family on a holiday, so I think I'm the one who doesn't get to many things. I'd be happy to be with you if I could be like this."

... What's this, heavy! Do you really have any friends?

The way the classroom spent the last three weeks or so instantly runs around Roark's head.

In the first few days, Roark was surrounded by curious eyes every time he took a break, and was asked a root digging leaf digging question. Skinum was quietly reading the book in his own seat, not in addition to the hedgerows.

Roark continued to return as exemplary and unobtrusive an answer as possible as a Kirkrussian.

By the time the wave of rare beast treatments left, the majority of their classmates decided Roark was a "boring honor student" and left. Skinum was still the same, and the rest of the day he read the book, and if he asked me questions about not knowing Roark, he told me pleasantly.

One day, Roark overheard his classmates in a private room in the bathroom.

"It was rumored that an unusual child was coming, so I was hoping."

"I'm a little clapped out. My muscles are amazing..."

"You said it was because you manually removed the rubble."

It's going to distract me just imagining it, the same sigh that leaks when I ask Roark a question.

I couldn't get out, I stood up and listened.

"You will not be able to preserve your faith among the Fraxinus unless you are that person who has surrendered to the saints"

"Oh, right. As a priest, you're right, and you're so fine that you can't imitate it..."

"Talking to him, Skinum, it's like talking to you or a priest, you're nervous about something."

"Yes, yes! If you invite me to the city on a holiday or something, I'm going to scold you for" fulfilling your duty in the midst of pure poverty. "

... Huh? Do they think I'm that tough? Was it a little too much?

But now I can't help but kill my breath and listen to my classmates. The water scrubbing my hands stopped and I could clearly hear my classmates.

"Which do you like better, Sereno or Maia, my instant star daughter? If you ask, you're going to get mad."

"Uh... something, you kanji like that, don't you? Skinum, I think I can talk to you..."

... What the hell?

I was curious about the mysterious option, but it is ridiculous to leave in this situation. When I looked at the watch, I still had seven minutes to go to class.

"If I wave a vulgar topic, I'm going to be despised"

"But most (mostly) of the young believers are fans, and if you can't keep up with the subject, it's going to be difficult for the clergy to do their job."

"Don't Nemoralis have instant fans of stars and daughters?

"Come on? If you're curious, listen to yourself."

"Er... that's a little scary"

Four or five classmates left the bathroom talking like that.

I somehow guessed why the Augur Priest did not recommend inviting other classmates.

Roark is a "saint who preserved his faith in pagan lands," revered and distant from his classmates as a patient and difficult (niggardly) being as a priest.

... It was an operation to get along with everyone and extract information.

The reaction of my classmates showed that Skinum is also avoided as a "boring honor student". Himself, he doesn't seem to have a very social personality and actively joins the circle of stories, which I haven't seen so far.

Skinum, who is now in front of him, shines his eyes and lives like someone else from the classroom.

"I may be the one who has no idea about Artel's common sense or anything, and I apologize for the inconvenience, but thank you for your guidance and not to step off the right path"

Roark stood in his chair and asked Skinum to shake his hand sitting on the bed. The honor student's hand, holding back a successful hand, was soft, and the smile looking up was moist in tears.