It's all one flower.

Roark leaned the cup over to his mouth and inhaled a rather thinner scent.

... think calmly, me. What's the hole in this plan?

Sip only one sip and lower the cup, listening with a worried body (teh).

"The other party, did you allow it?

Skinum shook his neck sideways weakly. As Roark gazes behind his glasses, he opens his heavy mouth small and talks about the potpout plan.

"But the church in the Autonomous Region thought I'd stay if I told them what was going on, so I brought a little change of clothes and some savings for reference books and stuff in cash."

"Is there a priest in the Church of the Guide of Light who is in the same position as you, the... skinum?

"I don't know. But as long as I'm on this island."

"The Church of the Guide of Light is the host of an island born powerless people, isn't it? But since people on the mainland are discriminated against because they were born on Lanterna Island, and they can't rent apartments or anything, why don't you build a village around the church and commute by bus to the mainland company?

Roark was given a tablet device by Augur Priest when he studied at Rufus Seminary. From the point of view of the interior of the Artel, he once again rolled up the figure of the "Autonomous Region of Lanterna" examined.

Blood draws again from Skinum's face.

Only the seminary honors must have realized the holes and dangers of the plan that Roark had pointed out out out to the outside. He leaned down with both hands on the teacup. A drop falls in that hand.

"So what do I do..."

Roark spun his head full to the voice the runaway boy squeezed out of his mind at last.

Skinum's abilities, family environment, growth history, and, the future.

... What if I was in the same position as you, Skinum?

Drink half a cup of perfectly warmed vanilla tea and come to a conclusion.

"Skinum, do you really want to be a priest?

The seminary honors shook his shoulders in fright.

I have no voice to answer.

Roark slowly sipped the other half and waited for his reaction.

One or two drops of tears just fell.

Skinum took off his glasses, wiped his eyes with his sleeves and raised his face. There is a slight fright in the eye directed over the glasses.

Roark saw the cup across the street. Vanilla tea has not diminished at all. The runaway boy noticed his gaze took a sip and said at the same time that he would put the cup down.

"If we had any other options, we would have gone a different way. But I wasn't even allowed to imagine that. It's the first time I've met Mr. Roark that I've ever realized all the possibilities."

"If there are other possibilities available, do you want to go that way, even if that's any path you're going to throw away all your current life?

"Unless it's a crime or hurting people... but no..."

Roark, who had fought as a guerrilla, felt not ready yet, but suggested his sweetness without pointing it out.

"What would you do if I told you I had an idea?

"What do you have in mind?

Confirm the eating response, mix the faiths and assemble the story.

"I know someone in Chernoknyjnik in this city."

"What?"

Skinum raised a slight voice and breathed.

A stunningly open eye peeps Roark from across the lens.

"There was only one Lake People's Curse Doctor (Jui) at the Civic Hospital in Zerneau City. The curse doctor was a military doctor in the Royal Army of Lacus Lacrimaris during the old kingdom and was stationed in the city on a Fuyuki crusade mission."

"Is that doctor evacuating here?

Roark shook his head.

"No, I don't know where he is now. I've been searching for things based on what the curse doctor told me. Actually, I heard this shop was a regular when I was stationed."

Skinum looked around the store and glanced back at Roark. I have a surprise in that eye, but I can't see how I realized I was despised or deceived.

"With magic, you can go to a place you know well in an instant. It has nothing to do with borders."

"It was reminded by the wizard guerrilla"

Skinum, the Arthurian, drops his voice.

"A knight who knows a curse doctor has left the army and is a tool shop here."

"The curse doctor and his manager are a long-lived race."

Roark nodded, lifting a handbag stuffed with crawling grass.

"I was wondering if you could buy a cranberry."

"Mr. Roark, are you going to do that from the beginning?

Skinum's runaway was unexpected, but I would pass it by pretending I had noticed it from the beginning.

"'Cause I was unnatural with big bags to get home in time for dinner... if that's my mistake, I kept my mouth shut thinking that would be okay"

"Why did you want to show me the City of Wizards?

"Because I thought it was ridiculous to be denied a whole existence because of magic. I've always had a wizard close to me, and I know that it doesn't matter if I have magic or not, there are good people, there are bad people."

"To teach me that?

Tears seep into Skinum's eyes.

When I let him snort, a large tear spilled out of the eyes of the seminary honors. Remove the glasses and press the handkerchief against your head, whimpering and killing.

Roark folded.

"If the truly powerless people are“ innocent and clean people ”and there are only good people, Artel won't need a police force, a court and a prison. But for just a few months after I got here, there wasn't a day when I didn't see the news of the heinous incidents and bullying perpetrated by the powerless people of mainland Artel."

Skinum nods without a voice.

Roark called off the hall clerk and ordered town flower tea and vanilla tea.

Calm down with a second cup of tea, pay in cash and leave the store.

The noonday shop was fully prepared and the underground aisle was ruined with buyers at the end of the year. Skinum follows him in silence on the road that goes on without hesitation.

I took a leg behind a narrow passage, but Lord Guo (Cuckoo) 's Nest, a magical tool shop in Chloenier, had a notice of closure on the door, as the hall clerk said.

"I'll open it in the spring, you know..."

Skinum loses words and complexion.

Just to make sure, Roark slapped his thin shoulder and urged.

"There's another store you told me about. I'm not a former knight, though."

As I had just reassembled it, I brought it to the spellhouse, making sure Skinum was coming off.

"I'll talk to you alone first, so please wait here."

The runaway boy nodded honestly and also hit the wall of the spellhouse.

Roark opens the door thin and slides his body into the gap. When I closed it in my back hand and raised my face, no one was there.

Ride yourself out to the counter and speak up. Slightly, he replied with a familiar voice from the back and was horrified.

"Hmm? You, Fiarlka's guest..."

"Yes, it's Roark."

It was remembered that we barely (mostly) exchanged words after just a few face-to-face encounters. I was surprised at the memory of the curse store owner, but that's a quick story.

"Sure... didn't you jump to Wang Du?

"Yes. Thank you for taking care of that verse. I traveled from Wang Du to Cravel, but there was a situation."

"Coup."

"Yes, there is, but I live alone in Rufus now."

"What? Well, I can't pry, but do you need a spell?

Stop the shop owner from preparing the tea and say.

"We will pay the next fee. I need to tell you something, Mr. Fiarlka, so could you contact me?

"I'm sorry. I've rarely seen my face lately, and I don't know where I am right now. There are fewer people who want to cross to Lacrimaris from the war."

"Then you don't know when you might be able to come, do you?"

There's nothing like taking only the brokerage fee first and getting to know each other later.

As always, this shopkeeper is a conscientious management policy even for children.

"Then let me wait in this city for a while. And one more thing, I need to ask you a favor."

"What?"

Roark was a little distracted, but there was nowhere else he could count on.