It's all one flower.

Shaken by a long-distance bus connecting the capital, Rufus, with the regional city, Rourke and Skynum stepped down into the heart of the city of Ignikans.

... this is where Adventurer Cactacare came from.

I remember a lot of pictures I saw on the fan forum, and I felt like smiling, but I was drawn back to reality with Skinum's voice.

"There's been an increase in Nemoralis Grief Squad terrorism around here lately, they say. I can't take it easy on sightseeing..."

"Yes... what is it?

Knowing the predecessor of the Nemoralis Grief Team - the unnamed militant guerrilla by the Nemoralists' will - Rourke looked around the bus terminal with complicated thoughts. People with big travel bags, suitcases, etc. leave early.

"Don't worry, my father will pick you up in his car"

"Thank you so much for your help......"

When Roark turned his smile, Skinum loosened his expression in relief.

"What's famous about tourism?

"There were views and night views of the South Vieetfi Bridge overlooking the hills, St. Astrum's Church, Ignikans Zoo, Botanical Gardens, Outdoor Theatre...... but the church was burned by terrorism. Others may be targeted where people get together, so there are fewer opening days, and the theater has fewer concerts, etc... sorry"

"Oh no! Skinum, it's not your fault, please don't apologize"

Shoulders were dropped on a topic he casually shook, and Roark panicked.

... Oh well, I can't go.... that? But the Orioles were attacking the base, the police and the church, but the others, like, were just tears in the store warehouse...? Has the organization grown and changed its policy?

"In fact, have tourist attractions ever been terrorized?

"The church was burned down a lot more than St. Astrum's church. Others, the base was raided and weapons stolen, and so was the police station. It is also said that the theft of all the contents of the store's warehouse is the work of terrorists, but it may be the work of ordinary thieves, so I don't know."

... The warehouses are also run by Mr. Oriole. What's he treating you like on the news?

Roark thought a little and asked a question.

"Is such a massive thief possible? That's why we have to use magic..."

"It seems like a trick to access a webcam, cut surveillance, and use a truck to pretend to be a courier and steal it out with dignity."

"A wizard terrorist is coming to steal in a truck?

Roark was surprised.

Drivers like Medvege are added, and using stolen cars would be possible, but then they'll know where the safe house is. The Orioles had already lost most of their hideouts on the mainland of the continent and the remaining bases had been concealed with great care.

... I don't think I would do that, but did I change the way I did when I stopped getting [endless bags]?

Skinum captured Roark's surprise in a different way.

"I don't think so either. I'm sure the wizards can't hack webcams."

"That's right. I never even saw a tablet device until Augur Priest gave it to me."

Skinum nodded as Roark pulled the terminal out of his coat pocket.

"I think it's more likely that the police station was raided and the criminals who fled the detention haven't been caught yet"

"Is that what you're saying on the news?

"It's not direct, but when I connect some news, I just think it is. Besides, the news also doesn't say that, when it comes to private warehouses, it's the work of terrorists. It's just a rumor about the city."

"Oh, there might be a hitchhiker who blames terrorists for everything."

"That's right. Cover your eyes with the darkness that you call your hatred of terrorists, and if anything goes off the path of the holy stars... Ah, here we are."

Skinum waves loudly and signals the pick-up car. With a splendid sedan-type car, the streamlined body was much more sophisticated than the cornered design of the Nemoralis.

Skinum's father goes down and lowers his eyes to his son.

"How have you been?

"Yes, thanks to you. This is Mr. Roark."

Skinum gave it back to his father without hesitation.

"My son wants to talk to you. I can't offer you a great deal of hospitality, but please forgive me for thinking it's your home."

"No, this is me, I've always been very helpful to you, Skinum. I'm sorry to bother you this time."

We exchange greetings as the models say, and my father opens the trunk and loads the two luggage handily.

Roark's stuff was packed in a rucksack.

It's what I rushed to buy after this story came together.

The winter break can be outed outside of Sunday, but most theological students returned home and the quarters were hanging out. All that remained after the Holy Night of December 25th were the two Roarks and the international students from the Ristover Autonomous Region, the poor children who could not work out the travel expenses for their homecoming in the Star Road and General classes.

This morning, the two of them were sent out to Augur Priest not to worry about the international students.

The car goes down a gentle hill towards the north, about directly behind the public bus.

"My parents are the parish of Astrum."

"What? Just now, to burn..."

"Yep. Unfortunately, now that reconstruction is under way, New Year's prayers will be held at a nearby public secondary school."

Skinum's father keeps looking forward and says sorry.

... That's the Orioles for sure.

In fact, I feel indescribable in front of the Arthurians affected by their terrorism.

"Are you all right, priests?

"... my life was somehow saved, but the priest is still in the hospital. The Samurai Festival was discharged from hospital last month and is in rehab, somehow, well..."

"Oh no..."

... It's such a cot, but it's something that doesn't bring people from other parishes?

"Our parish is still blessed with the help of just a few priests. There were no ordinary believers who lost their lives in that raid..."

Skinum's father turns right as he says in a voice that suppresses his emotions.

For a moment away from the back of the bus, I breathe without thinking of the beauty of the glimpse.

At the end of the bus road that leads straight north, the South Vieetfi Bridge shines white.

A red-brown roof along a loose downhill leads up to Lake Lacus, lit on a thin winter day. I see the curtain of construction everywhere, and I wonder how many percent of this is due to terrorism, and my mind shudders.

At the end of the South Vieitofi Bridge over the lake, the island of Lanterna lay in a pale shadow painting.

... Mr. Oriole, how are you doing?

The car missed the bus road and entered the residential area to the east. It's not as close to Rufus seminary, but it's a neighborhood with a lot of bigger houses than around Roark's home.

... With support from the Barbatum Federation and all that, you make so much difference in reconstruction.

Roark stepped out of the car with the thought of no settling.

Skinum's home, the Fandum family, is one turn bigger than the neighbors' houses. There were already two parked in the garage, and Skinum's father parked in between.

"My grandfather and mother are at home."

Squeeze with a face where the skinum doesn't float.

I remember Ursa Mayor and the others saying that Skinum was badly reconciled with her grandfather and stepmother, but responds with a pretense of not knowing.

"Well, you can say hello at once"

"Right."

Skinum turned to make a laugh, and Roark had a tickling pain in the back of his chest.