It's all one flower.

Theological student Skinum eats his own meal and watches as the two people of the lake eat fried food with green clothes.

...... my throat is going to be clogged.

Watched too still, Awellana became distracted and her hands stopped.

My brother Aviace says it looks uncomfortable.

"Boy, you want this? But the green ones are powder made from copper rust, poisonous to the people on land."

He thinks he was looking at it cravingly, and Scinum, a theological student, turns red and proceeds to eat his daily fixed meal.

"Mixing is dangerous, so the kitchen is separate, and dishes and cookware are not shared."

A theological student boy nods at Chloenier's explanation.

... Dinner out, how many months was it?

Awellana deflects consciousness from the theological students of the Arteles so as not to say anything extra.

I've been eating cooked outdoors all these days.

Tsubakiya's brothers and sisters are not only baking, they are also sure of their culinary skills, but they of the people of land on boulders cannot cook dishes with green and blue.

The island of Nemoralis had soaring prices and everyone from the mobile distributor Praether Missa could not enter the restaurant.

It is too cheap for a line of mobile sales to make, too expensive for gems and Awellana magic drugs, and the store refuses because there is no change.

They tend to be seen underfoot with an indefinite address, even if they try to replace it with something easy or cash, and there was more to say no to from here.

When it aired in a village just for the people of the lake, he was concerned about a line with many people on land, washed the large pot thoroughly, and behaved like soup without adding green and blue (bastard).

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana bites off the green-blue dish she has spoken of for a long time and sees Skinum in an indescribable mood.

... This kid, if he gets tired of running away from home, is he going home to the mainland? Or can't you go home because of something?

Ask while waiting for tea after meals.

"Mr. Skinum, I was living in theology and he said, is your family a priest?

"No, it's normal... my grandfather has a company, and my father and relatives run the headquarters and group companies, and they're just secular people."

"Not to succeed you, but to go to seminary because you want to be a priest?

"No, my grandfather wanted me to be a priest... and the seminary was all dormitory, from the elementary school, far from my parents' house..."

Skinum lays his eyes down in agony.

Somehow I knew the situation and my brother Aviace spoke of sympathy.

"Right. Boy, you've been patient, you've had a rough time. So you ran away because you wanted to do other work."

Skinum, for a moment, stretched himself, but raised his face and nodded. There is no expression on that face. Roark looks worried about taking him.

Awellana kept asking questions because this was the time.

"Did you know that your priests have followers on Nemoralis Island, too?

Blood drew from the theological student boy.

Roark nods next door.

"My study abroad was also accomplished by the arrangements of this priest… the Church. Instead of being outside the Autonomous Community, we have a pretty thick relationship."

"Huh? How?

Coffee came to Chloenier with my brother, and tea came to the other three.

Drop off the hall clerk in the apron dress and Roark continues to explain.

"It's the Internet. I went to work in a country with nearby deceased care and facilities. I'm in touch with Artel now. I was also given a tablet device at the seminary, and Senator Padsnyjenik and Dean Siebel, Director of the Star Mark Rachka Branch, were told to keep me posted."

"Now...... what about the terminal?

"I know where you are on GPS, so I left it. I can't afford a new one because I don't have it."

"Oh... yeah"

I don't know what they are, but they are not. Now make a note of the story you just heard.

"I've contacted Mr. Fiarlka about this."

"Oh, really? But thank you."

If you tell Captain Solgnac and Jorch, it will be a reference for your activities in the country.

Awellana continued her questioning, regretting a little that it should have been vanilla tea, but trying to ask as much as she could within the moment.

"There's bomb attacks all over Nemoralis Island, Mr. Roark, you know what?

"Yeah, it was on the news, and Lanista's headquarters made a crime statement on the Internet."

"I know... but there's no such thing as a crime statement on the ground."

"I'm sure executives from all over the place are telling HQ via the internet that the information that they executed... because they think that if you shut up, they can impersonate the Nemus Liberation Army?

Store manager Chloenier laughed off Roark's squeak.

"The M.O. and the target are completely different, for another reason."

"What makes you think that?

Roark frowned.

"If you've offended me, I'm not sorry. If you make a statement about the crime, we'll get you there. Regardless of the disposable executor, I don't think executives with money and status will get caught in the tail like that."

"Mr. Store Manager, how do you even know so much about this one?

As his brother rounded his eyes, Chloenier laughed lightly as he meditated (crushed) one eye.

"Here's what I'm saying. You're in business, and you get all kinds of information coming in from over there."

My brother is heh - more impressed, sipping coffee.

... if you ask me that.

I sent the letter of the object to the press, etc., so that I could hang it on the [(just) candlestick] and know who wrote it and where it was sent from. It would be the same if they followed the proxy.

The phone will find out from the exchanger.

"You can't say it, not not not say it"

"That's what I say, Cotto."

The manager nodded to Awellana and spoke to Skinum.

"Boy, you looked pale earlier, okay? If you're not feeling well, you should see Mr. Awellana now."

"It's okay. I just got scared when I heard about terrorism... sorry"

Roark calls the hall clerk to order vanilla tea.

Awellana did not hesitate to listen.

"Mr. Rourke, do you know what the whole mainland clergy and denomination thinks of the star sign? Indeed, the Republic of Banksia and the Federation of Barbatum have also designated themselves as international terrorist organizations."

"Yep. The mainland denominations don't actively support it or, conversely, blame it on you as a heretic, and you seem to be keeping your distance from getting involved as much as possible. I don't know what I'd do if I was a bad stimulant."

"Well, maybe there are more ordinary people out there than you think just because you're scared and you're silent, and you really don't like it."

Chloenier manager swims his gaze into the universe and says:

"A group of musicians...... what did I say? Because they made a protest statement about indiscriminate bombings on the Internet before, at least they didn't seem happy with the government or the star tags."

"On the radio...... erm, a light of tranquillity!

"Yeah, yeah, that!

In a word of Roark, Awellana also remembered the news she had heard at the base of the guerrilla. For some reason, Skinum is also hazy.

"Every month, at the end of the month, Mr. Fiarlka will show his face to the curse shop, and I'll let you know if I hear anything."

"Thank you. Um... well, the announcer of the national broadcast is with me right now, and the guy said he wanted some material to find out about Artel, so I thought I'd buy a newspaper and go home today."

"Oh, I'll give you ours if you like in the ancient newspapers. I've only had about a month these days."

The brothers and sisters of the people of the lake were frightened by the offer of the manager of Chloenier.

"It's okay. Because after a day, it's like a free mon. Dye, it helped me make more than I thought, and never mind."

"Thank you. It helps."

My brother, who was spared time in the store number, bowed his head deeply.

"Yeah, so, if Fiarlka could print the internet news, it would help...... oh, of course (of course), I would pay for the print and thank you"

"You're coming to buy a spell later, aren't you? More on that then."

"Right. See you later."

Finished lunch and dragged them to their respective stores.