It's all one flower.

Returning to the inn, Skinum was disappearing.

I have luggage. A note was left next to the teapot.

Go to the Church of the Guide of Light.

I'll take the bus back in the evening.

The Church of the Guide of Light is the only Kirkulus church on the island of Lanterna.

Around, there are villages of people in opposite positions to Skinum.

It was a village that wasn't on the map.

People with nowhere to put themselves live together without a choice.

The island of Lanterna is an autonomous community that eliminates and isolates wizards from the Artel territory of the Kirkulus nation.

The powerless people, born on this island after half a century of civil unrest, were discriminated against on the mainland of Artel on the grounds that they were born in the Autonomous Communities and were unable to return to the cities within the Autonomous Communities because of their conversion to Kirkrus.

Skinum is a powerful people, although he was born in a wealthy family on the mainland of Artel and a Kirkulus faith elite studying at the seminary in the capital, Rufus.

What we have in common is that "the unsuitable of Artel society", but if we abandon the faith of Kirkulus, we will at least be tolerated by the Lanterna Islanders.

Gentius, now owner of the spell shop, was sympathetic to Skinum.

Given how he discovered himself to be a powerful people, he wouldn't even have the idea of being a wizard who learns magic and uses magic correctly, rather than touching [the crystal of magic] unless his heart wounds heal.

In Roark's eyes, Skinum still appeared, clinging to the faith of Kirkrush.

I can't imagine any reason to deny my existence from the front altogether.

... If you're Amiela, I guess you can understand how it feels.

The needle Amiella is now in La Crimalis, the king's capital, with her relative Kalindula.

Roark sipped warm, warm incense tea just like in the morning and roasted the daytime bread.

Transfer the marinade (Tsukusa) soaked in water last night into another bag and soak what you just picked. I knitted the cranberry as I thought about what I was going to do.

Stop your hand where you have braided one shopping cage.

Halfway back into the water, he made notes in his new notebook of Chernoknijnik's prices, how the city people were doing, and rumors of leaks he heard.

Face up with the sound of a knock. I remember Skinum's absence and spoke up.

It's me.

Unplug the short answer and open the door.

There was a face that looked like something blew out. Her cheeks are red because of the cold.

"I've also picked the crawling grass. Can you tell me how to make it, please?

"I'm not that good yet, either."

Skinum was grazing all over the cashier's bag. Place the water in the bag under your desk and recommend warm incense tea.

Skinum spoke of what he had seen as he roamed the sturdy bread of dinner little by little.

"The Church of the Guide of Light, the fans of the novel came a lot, and so did I."

"Oh, of" Adventurer Cactacare ""

"He said that since that book came out, more tourists have made life a little easier in the village"

Kirkuls who live a painful life on Lanterna Island don't seem to live as badly as Roark thought they would. I became a little envious of Skinum, who rejoiced like me.

"So, I'm sure."

"What?

"Neither the teachings of the Church today nor the star signs (servants) that mark fundamentalism correctly understand the teachings of the saints"

Roark also forgot to eat firm bread and took a serious look at the skinum sitting in the bed across the street.

What comes to that conclusion?

What happened in the Church of the Guide of Light?

Skinum's eyes were by far the most vibrant and radiant since we met.

I won't dare, I'll ask you what your specific plans are.

"Are you going back to seminary?

"No. Staying there won't give you the right teaching. I will live in the City of Wizards to ascertain the true meaning of the words left in the Scriptures."

"Do you live in Chernoknyjnik all the time?

"Hopefully, I'd like to visit Lacrimaris and other countries, Mr. Rourke, what route did you come to Rufus?

I don't know what to call a change of heart, but I'm glad Skinum is feeling better.

... Do you want to learn how to spread grass so that you can make money even after you are alone?

To Skinum, what can we do now?

He is a powerless, worldless boy who has lived in a theological glimmer.

In the spreading craftsmanship, which is not a great deal of money for the hassle, it quickly becomes difficult, but I did not want to pick the buds of hope.

"There is one Ate, but how prepared are you?

"You can risk your life."

"I can't believe it's such a light life..."

Skinum gazed at Roark with his eyes, which housed a strong light.

"While I was in seminary, I couldn't get half a step out of the path of the holy stars decided by the Order. I had no other way, I didn't know it was possible, I absolutely had to be a priest, and I was afraid of everything. It was like doing what was decided, just breathing every day."

At that time, hot eyes heavily inclined to the faith directed at Augur Priest and Roark are words as if they had been lies.

Roark ate, but nodded unobstructed and encouraged ahead.

"I don't know what I can do. You may not be able to do anything. But if I can find a way to live as me, it's not the path of the dead around me, I don't mind losing my life."

"Is there a Saint's teachings there, or not?

"Yes. Will we let go of faith or deeper as a result of ascertaining the meaning of Scripture? Including that, I'd like to go find it."

Roark remembered what happened at the mall.

... even if I didn't do anything, you could have executed it alone in a few years.

Roark just showed the door that leads outside and gave him the key, and it's up to Skynum to figure out which path to follow and where to go.

I can't take it, and only while I'm with you, I decide in my heart to watch you not lose your life, and I hold the hand of a runaway boy.

Skinum's hand, which shakes hands back, was soft and still unreliable.

Until the first business day of the year, the two of us spent some time building a crawler.

Roark explains to Skinum, remembering what he taught Juvenile Soldier Morph.

Only honorable students swallowed skinum fast. But understanding and execution seems to be a different issue. I can hardly align my braids and gradually my expression darkens.

I found it surprisingly clumsy, but the poor comfort and encouragement felt like it was going to hurt me to reject it, and Roark decided to keep his eyes shut.

The finally finished pan laying is a rattling shaking substitute when you put things on top because of inconsistent braids.

"I was like this at first, too."

"But it sold, didn't it?"

"As a magic tool material,"

The seminary honors looked complicated in Roark's answer, but didn't say anything.

In the morning, we went outside the city to pick up materials, and in the afternoon we went back to the inn to make fine workmanship. We pick up all the near-field weeds, leave the city every day we follow, and return late.

"Mr. Roark, aren't you afraid?

"I have a talisman for a friend."

"What kind of talisman is it?

Roark answers like he can't rest his hand in picking spreads and strives to be nothing.

"A friend of mine in Zerneau made me a birthday present. My friend said he was a powerful people, but he didn't have the power to act, so he couldn't use magic on his own, and he was going to be a magician to help people who couldn't use magic in the future."

Viyunok is gone.

"Is there someone who has magic but can't use it?

"People who don't have the“ action "to activate surgery can't use magic without the help of spells and tools. People like me who are powerless have neither."

"Can I ask you a few more questions?

Skinum asks as he s the dead leaves of the spreading.

I'm surprised you showed an interest in witchcraft, but Roark can't explain it a lot. With a little bit of regret, I carry on a memory of my class in the city of Zerneau.

"When you replace it with a machine, magic is power, and action is like a motive (motor). A spell is equivalent to an electronic circuit that controls it. You have magic, you remember spells, you can't be a wizard."

"Magic and Action"

Repeat over and over so that Skinum can bite.

"They say that ability to act, if trained, can be trained to some extent, but magic is born with determined strength and remains the same for the rest of your life. Some people are strong at large power plants, others are about dry batteries, and it's all sorts of things to say a powerful people at a sip."

"So not all wizards can fight demons and warcraft?

"That's right. There are more people who can't fight. There are many systems of techniques for fighting, but they all require strong magic and action."

Roark looks around and says as he searches for the crawling grass.

The fishing port, destroyed and abandoned by half a century of civil unrest, is quiet. Probably because warcraft exterminators and fishermen are mourning the miscellaneous demons, demons, etc.

Approaching rusty, decaying bicycles.

Skinum also followed him, pulling a thousand pieces of crawling grass wrapped around his bike from near the root.

"It's all, it's a taught takeover and sale in elementary and secondary schools. People without magic have no acting power either. My friend said he wanted to protect everyone with spells and talismans that anyone could use."

"The Magic of Protecting Everyone..."

Roark took the talisman out of his coat pocket.

"For my part, I can't activate the effect, but during the evacuation, the wizards caged my magic and helped me many times. I'm probably not willing to let it go even if I can't use it because it's already in my sight."

My voice shivered a little, but I could say it without spilling tears to the end.

Skinum stops his hand and sees Roark punish the talisman.

It's like a fear of something.

I slightly regretted that it was premature, but I could not go back.