It's all one flower.

Skinum's home is a little mansion.

The Gate Column is engraved with the Holy Mark of Kirkulusism. Whether it was a stepmother's hobby in a roofed garage with three private cars parked easily and a well-maintained lawn garden and flower beds, winter blossoming flowers swayed.

"I'm home."

When my father opened the front door, he was greeted by a family outfit.

"This is Mr. Roark, an international student from Nemoralis."

"Nice to meet you. This is Roark Diaphanes. Guided by the saints, we have reached the Luphus Seminary. I'm afraid I pushed you during your busy New Year's Eve. May the light of the holy star illuminate your path"

Roark, as a devout Kirkulus, greeted him in an exemplary manner.

My grandfather and father, Skinum, have pale colored hair, but my stepmother has dark hair, and my siblings in elementary school have dark brown hair like split by two in addition to their parents.

My brother's face is a little like Skinum's, but his tight eyes are not at all alike. My sister looks just like her mother except for her hair color, and she is going to be beautiful in the future, but her eyes were chilled when she glanced at her brother, who had returned for a long time.

"Welcome, Mr. Roark. It's a time like this, and I can't give you much hospitality, but please think of it as your own."

"No rumors, Augur Priest has told us. He's very good, and in the future, he can be the guide of faith in Nemoralis..."

My stepmother and grandfather greet Roark lovingly.

A servant who had refrained beside him, "Come here with your luggage," picked up Roark's rucksack.

Everyone behaves as if there were no skinums except my sister gave me a nasty glance.

Looking softly next door, the gentle smile from Skinum's father when he was reunited at the bus terminal had disappeared.

"You'll be tired of long distance buses. Anti-terrorism measures that regulate inter-city travel outside of business vehicles…"

"We have a room for you. Until dinner, take your time there..."

My grandfather and stepmother urge me, and Roark follows the servant with his bare hands. Skinum took his own luggage and headed to the back of the hallway.

... just my ex-wife's son, so far? So they put you in a seminary?

As soon as I took off my coat in an air-conditioned room, my tiredness pushed me closer.

The inner pockets of the coat and the hidden pockets that have been sneaked up contain all the topaz that were not kept in the safe. I acted to keep my weight unbiased, but still my shoulders stiffened with the weight of my notebook, wallet, and tablet device.

As he sat back on the couch rubbing his shoulder, he was knocked modestly.

... dinner? No, it's fast, it's fast.

Looking at the watch, it's only a little past 4: 00.

"My room, I need you to change the air... and let me stay till dinner?

"Yeah, of course. Skinum, it's your home."

Said with a glaring eye, Roark accidentally recruited in.

Write down the anti-terrorist traffic control thing in your notebook, etc. after dinner.

There is only one cup of tea that the servant has prepared for the low table.

"I drank just now, so I'm fine. Please don't let it get cold."

Skinum lowers his hips on the couch across the street and urges him with a slightly impossible smile. As Roark put his mouth on the cup, Skinum looked at the doorway chillily and lurked his voice.

"Sorry about earlier. That must have been crazy, huh?

Whatever you say. I'm having trouble reacting, and when Roark can't deny or affirm it, Skinum said, staring at the teapot.

"My grandfather wanted me to join the army's special forces when I finished middle school, and to do my job of protecting the people from warcraft and stuff with the power of faith."

Roark was stunned by Skinum's grandfather's selfish expectations.

... like adventurer cactacare? I can often have such unscrupulous dreams about such a poor grandson.

"I couldn't live up to my grandfather's expectations… But the dean said, 'After scrutinizing his aptitude, this child is supposed to teach people as priests and protect their hearts', so I was able to advance to the High Office."

"... Was it? The dean made the right decision, didn't he? Nor can I imagine you fighting with a weapon, Skinum."

... Such a poor kid doesn't seem to be able to stand the recruit training.

Somehow, I remembered the training of the Star Way Proselytizing Army that Juvenile Soldier Morph spoke of. It also recalls the unpleasant weight of assault rifles in the flow and the weight of tactical vests filled with bulletproof helmets and grenades in all pockets.

It seems to be a lie that only a few months have passed since training in the ruins of North Zakart City and in the forest of Resalube and the intense fighting of the Aquillo base raid operation.

The theological student in front of him was elbowed to his knees, fingers together and bowed.

Skinum's wrist relies less thinly than the bakery's daughter Pinatifida's.

"It goes on earlier, but in the dark eyes of hate, you lose sight of what's right and you misjudge. If you blame the Wizard terrorists for everything that's not good, the Kirkurs' criminals will go wild and the people who are lost will go behind the path of evil."

"That's right. If you don't lead us to the path of the holy stars as soon as possible, we're going to get deeper and deeper."

"The same goes for regulation of inter-city mobility in private cars. The real reason is because of the lack of fuel due to the lake blockade in the Kingdom of Lacrimalis."

"What? Were you?

Skinum didn't look up and snorted.

"The official government announcement is anti-terrorist, because the Nemoralis Grief Squad has never destroyed a car or road while driving"

"Really? What a surprise."

Roark was a little relieved that the Orioles apparently have not changed their policy of not harming the average Arthurian as much as possible, apart from sourcing supplies.

A powerful people operating on an individual would be perpetrating terrorism, such as calling demons, by leaving carcasses such as mice in densely populated areas, but in that attack, unless they are shown on security cameras, the Artelians cannot distinguish between terrorism and natural occurrences.

Skinum put the tablet terminal on the low table to show the map.

"The Lacrimalis Kingdom blockaded the lake because the Air Force violated airspace with a bomber. If it was normal, how could the military and the government do such a stupid thing when it wasn't strange to be at war..."

"Mr. Skinum..."

Surprised by the unexpected words of the faith elite, Roark did not continue his later words.

"I can't tell you this, not in school, not in front of my family. But if you're Mr. Rourke, you know what I mean, right? The government is trying to pull the Lacrimaris royal family out to war and destroy them by making demon asthma cannons..."

"If you do that, most of the countries on the shores of Lake Lacus will turn to their enemies, right? Lanista and the smaller countries of the Lake East region are Kirkurist countries, but if they side with Artel there, it will be a total war."

Roark disputed, not willing to have the shoulders of the Artel government, but wouldn't be that stupid on the boulder, no, because he wanted it to be.

Skinum shakes his head quietly.

"Now the Army is charioting across the island of Nenia to invade the kingdom, planting and provoking a raging wind tree. Lacrimaris has responded to me as an adult, but how long will the patience of the people last..."

Roark was aware of the reason why the Lacrimalis kingdom would defend its neutrality, but he couldn't turn his head until Artel's purpose. I just thought I planted a fishy wind tree to finish off a demon asthma cannon that doesn't work with modern weapons with poison from other worlds.

Choose the words carefully and respond.

"Faith...... No, will the Saint forgive us for using the wrong means to achieve justice?

"You won't be able to. But there aren't many people who doubt it."

Skinum responded instantly and made the terminal display the results of the questionnaire on the portal site.