It's all one flower.

Time off, Skinum took his seat off.

Roark hurried to Ursa Mayor's seat and joined the circle of stories.

"The novel you taught me during this time, it's very interesting. As much as I was on the site, I read it all at once, and I fell asleep."

"You will! I'll lend it to you if you like."

"Is that okay?

As I thought, Ursa Mayor ate with her eyes shining at Roark's positive reaction. Other classmates seem to have changed their ratings for Roark from "boring honors students," loosening their expressions.

"I bought four volumes and five volumes and two volumes, so I'll give you one at a time."

"Are you sure?

Making other classmates happy with his offer, he smiled with gentle eyes.

"Fine. It's like a donation."

"Oh, of the children who have lost their closeness..."

"You also looked at the forum"

Ursa Mayor makes her voice play.

Roark nodded and said as if he felt the bottom of his heart.

"Not only is the story interesting, but it also subtly depicts the deep parts of society, so the readers' reflections and arguments are so deep... you mean it's just beyond the boundaries of an entertainment novel... I can't say well, but it's an amazing piece anyway, right?"

"You must be, you must be"

"No way, I didn't think Mr. Rourke would sympathize"

"Mr. Roark, what do you think of Aurla?

... There he is.

"From the point of view of faith, it was honest and right that Cactacare withdrew herself by suppressing her feelings and revealing that she had obscene powers, and I was so impressed that she had obtained salvation. But when you're in cactacare, and you think about how he feels, you can't cut it and do it. I want him to be absolutely happy."

Return the answers you had prepared to the questions you expected.

The classmates turned a respectful eye to Roark, who did not deny either position, heroin advocacy and anti.

Students near the door wave loudly.

Ursa Mayor whispered and urged her to take her seat.

"Mr. Skinum, I think you're back."

"What? Ah... yes"

As Roark returned to his seat and expanded his textbook, the classmates instantly began to talk about his new song, Star-Daughter (Ko).

... they even share the role of watchman...?

Roark did not see why they would go so far to alienate Skinum.

... I don't think he's the one who tells teachers and priests, "They were talking immoral," or anything?

Or is he snitching on his classmates while Roark doesn't know?

I sneaked a peek at the side where I resumed my reading, but I didn't know anything from the serene look on Skinum's face.

During dinner, Skinum asked me how I would spend my winter break.

"I can't go home, so I'm going to spend some time reading books in my quarters."

"If you don't even support Mr. Rourke, why don't you spend the whole winter break at my parents' house?

"What? Whatever it is, such a thick thing..."

"I don't mind at all. It's okay, you're welcome!

Someday they said it strongly, and Roark got a little scared, but didn't come up with an excuse to say no successfully, and he was pushed out.

After dinner, when I looked at the tablet device, I was getting an email.

It's from the star label Rachka Branch Manager Sobel.

To you, Roark.

Around the Ethereal Dome, the stars of the vain darkness illuminate.

And the sun and the moon, and all that live, and look up to heaven, and observe the reason of this world, and thee.

It's totally cold, haven't you caught a cold or something?

Your family and your fiancée's family are doing well at Dr. Padsnyejnik's house.

Mother and Belyoza participate in volunteering to knit shoulders and mufflers in yarn for residents of temporary housing.

I told you about the shopping mall in Rufus that you told me about, and the latest fashion, and you were very happy.

Don't worry, I printed the photos and gave them to you.

Not only your grandfather and father, but Dr. Padsnyejnik and I were impressed with your filial piety.

My father has been single in the city of Lyabina since the other day for the convenience of his work.

I put you on the boat. You'll be doing your best to trade with Dicare and Amitostigma while I take care of you at that president's house.

Thanks to you, don't worry, supplies are coming through.

Then there's another important story.

Tomorrow is the winter holiday, but the children of the autonomous community of Listver are arriving at the Artel.

Two elementary and middle school children passed the Rufus seminary exam.

The remaining five and seven from the Higher Department will study abroad divided into general schools in Rufus and general schools in the City of Ignikans because the exams were not successful.

Best wishes to the four lower classmates of the seminary.

They are the children who will be your men in the future.

Rufus is a busy place, so I know there's a lot of temptation for them young, but please keep a close eye on them so they don't step off the path of the holy stars.

The next contact is going to be at the beginning of the year, but if you have an urgent matter, please let me know at any time.

Now, have a good year under the light.

The email was accompanied by a photograph of my mother and Belyoza smiling with their braided shoulders in their hands.

The shoulder pattern diverts the designs of the posters intact from the pictures of the shopping mall sent by Roark. It is a simple design of the path of the holy star to splash flowers instead of stars. If you're a Kirkulus, you can tell at a glance it's an arrangement of holy marks.

... Isn't it round pakuri? You're handing this out to temporary tenants?

While selling grace, I suppose you're going to unconsciously imprint the design of the Holy Mark and secretly preach it so that it doesn't go unnoticed.

It can be seen as an operation that penetrates to some extent and leans in favour of the situation before revealing it.

I don't know as much about the effect, but Roark didn't have the means to stop it.

As a story to talk about when contacting me, I didn't expect to use harmless information until something like this, which makes my spine cold.

He replied unobstructed and turned off the power.

Roark prepared the bath at his usual time and went out into the hallway, but Skinum was hand-held.

"The supervisor called me, so take a bath, go ahead."

"What? Is this an errand that takes so long?

It seemed a little difficult to say, but Skinum replied as he walked first.

"... every year, because it is"

Roark couldn't hear any more and headed to the bathroom alone.

"That? Mr. Roark, are you alone?

"Yep, Skinum, you were called by the housekeeper..."

"Ah... in that case, it's winter break tomorrow."

"I'm sure the housekeeper's teacher will convince you about your homecoming."

Ursa Mayor and the others stop washing their hands and dive their voices in a pitiful manner.

"Persuasion? Ah...! Mr. Skinum, you invited me to your parents' house, but I guess it's about that. You've done something wrong."

"What? Skinum, you did that?

I didn't know what the classmates meant by surprise, and Roark nodded with an ambiguous face.

"Your family, other than your father, seems to be opposed to your return home, Skinum, and every year, the housekeeper's teacher tells you to call."

"What?"

"When he was little, he said his mother died..."

"My stepmother... oh, please don't tell me we talked like this"

"Yes. Of course it is…"

... this is such a privacy story, isn't it?

Between them all the way from elementary school, even if they're not very close to each other, they're telling each other things to some extent.

Ursa Mayor changed the subject and changed the heavier air.

"Every year, we meet during a long vacation to visit the land on the edge of Cacta Care, and we were just talking about what to do this year."

"I also saw your travel photos. It sounds fun and I envy it."

"I took it, but it was bad, wasn't it?

The photographer's boy dyes his cheeks and washes his face. Roark said some comfort and urged ahead.

"When the war started, we couldn't go to the city near the base."

"There are other terrorist attacks on the Nemoralis Grief Squad..."

"This year may not be possible"

"I wish Cactacare was really there..."

Knowing the Orioles, Roark heard the boys' smooth voyage with complicated thoughts.