It's all one flower.

By the time I finished sorting out the buyout and baggage, it was dinner time.

As soon as I sipped the chicken and winter melon soup, my tiredness pushed me closer. The lion's shop was busy with people enjoying their last meal of the year.

The two finish their warm meal quietly and gently return to the inn to hide.

The housekeeper's aunt came for the room.

When I wondered what I was going to do, [dried water] warmed the contents of the water bottle and washed the two of them whole. Then wash the clothes overlaid on the bed.

"Thank you"

"It's okay, because Gentius asked me to. Tell me anything you need to know."

Roark thanked him again and quickly, asked for some hot water for tomorrow's tea.

"Cheap use. Have a good year."

"Have a good year."

Wait for your aunt to leave and see Skinum.

The product was pale and solidified.

"In the land of magical civilization, you don't have a bath to take off your clothes and go in, you magically boil water, you wash your body together with laundry. While I was evacuating, the wizards washed me."

I took off my unresponsive Skinum coat and hung it on the hook.

Still stunned.

He gently sat in bed holding the runaway boy's shoulder, and Roark put cranberries and water in the cashier bag. Place the mouth of the bag on the side of the writing desk and change into a pyjama.

When I put the underwear I had come to lay on in a cashier's bag and put it in my handbag, I remembered the existence of socks. Pull it out of the pocket of the waist pouch and coat to join the others.

Skinum wasn't moving at all, even if he stopped doing so.

... I should have bought vanilla tea as well as warm incense tea.

I regretted all I thought about was nutrition, but it's too late.

Bend before Skinum and hang your voice.

"Tomorrow, if it's sunny, I'll go outside the city and pick up some spreading grass. I'll make cages and stuff in my room in the afternoon. I was taught during the evacuation, too, Skinum..."

"Did the wizard teach you?

I finally opened my mouth, but those eyes weren't looking at the front loke.

"No, I'm from the Autonomous Community."

"What?"

My cheeks loosen with a howl in my finally focused eye.

"These are the people of the Listver Autonomous Region. The longer we talk, the longer we go to bed tonight. I'll explain tomorrow."

Skinum's gaze dropped and a hard voice heard him.

"The... gloves thing too?

I didn't realize I was still wearing [protective gloves] until they asked me. It fits perfectly as if it were a part of my body, and I felt comfortable wearing it on my back.

Roark sits back on his bed and looks at Skinum.

The eyes of the seminary honors were frightened by the slight.

"Surely this is a magical object that says [protective gloves]. But I'm a powerless people, so I can't activate the magic effect."

"Why are you wearing such a thing?"

"Nemoralis' candidate for Kirkurist leadership" while studying at Rufus seminary wears ineffective magical objects.

Multiple contradictions would make me want to lean my neck even if it wasn't Skinum.

... If you ask me, that mobile dealership was a difficult gathering to explain.

I wonder where they are doing now. After the takeover I put a letter on the back of the bench at Rachka, I had no idea where they were or whether they were cheap or not.

Roark strokes only one glove, looks into Skinum's eyes and answers.

"Because for me, it's not magic, it's memorabilia. The people who evacuated with me, the people who worked with me, the people who helped me... it's packed with memories with a lot of people."

Still, I won't even reveal that I fought with the Nemoralist aspiring guerrillas at Aquillo base. Once again then, he protected Roark before he knew it.

"Mr. Roark is not going back to seminary after the winter break? You can't hang out with me and shake my future on a stick."

"The future and nothing, unless this war ends, we Nemoralists have no future."

"Ah..."

Skinum leans over when he realizes the silence.

Roark consciously softened his voice and poked the reality of the Lake Lacus region at an unknown theological student.

"The Artel army unleashed a raging wind tree on Lacrimalis territory. Now the king has stopped it, but if the anger of the people can no longer be contained and the kingdom joins the war, the surrounding Fraxinus nation will also rise to defend the Holy Land."

A skinum with something to say is dropped without being able to say anything.

"It's a sweet dream to have a future in which the faith of Artel and Kirkulus prevails."

There is no reason to know what has been reported and to which of the countless pieces of information Skinum has been exposed during the intelligence manipulation of the Government of the Republic of Artel. But he himself has never felt the effects of this war on his skin.

Even when wheat prices surged due to the workmanship of the Fiarlkas, every day, as a matter of course, there was bread in the seminary and in the meals of Skinum's parents.

Citizens who can no longer buy bread riot, many small and medium-sized businesses and personal shops crumble, and a large number of casualties and suicides are just some of the last things in a different world for them.

Skinum held his fist in his knee as he leaned down.

"I will work to restore peace to the Lake Lacus region. Skinum, it was at last that I took you out. You don't have to deny everything that exists just because you have magic. Think about what you're going to do next with a different perspective."

Roark dived into bed with a cover hung on the [light] lit on a candlestick with no candles or anything.

"Congratulations. Okay, hot water, I'll put it away."

"Congratulations"

The aunt at the inn brought me hot water, as promised.

Place [hot pot laying] on the writing desk and leave with two large teapots and mugs for two.

I put a tea bag of warm incense tea I bought yesterday in the pot.

Skinum turns his back on this one and doesn't come up.

Roark got himself cleaned up, ate cookies by himself and drank warm incense tea. Even after breakfast, Skinum still doesn't move. I put a cash register bag in my handbag and gently went outside to keep him awake.

The New Year's underground town of Chernoknyjnik was quiet in seclusion.

Only the sound of Roark's shoes pass through the crowded brick corridors.

The sky that ran up the stairs was clear without a cloud.

Let your white breath flow behind you and hurry to the West Gate.

As we approached the gate, there were more passers-by.

Every face goes in the opposite direction to Roark as sunshine.

... New Year's prayer?

Those who prayed for the lake water at dawn and wished a year of breath disaster and good fortune to the lake goddess Panisea Uni Flora, follow the family path.

Roark went outside the fence against the flow of people.

Go by the side of the field surrounded by old cobblestones to the abandoned port to the west.

No fisherman appeared today, and Roark alone picked the crawling grass tangled in the collapsed building.

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

It was the boy soldier of the Star Road Prostitute Army who taught Roark how to make a crawler. I care if they are in a safe place or have a decent meal, but now Roark had no means of knowing.