It's all one flower.

A viewer of the video, anticipating a fit when he finished reading the newspaper, took a few pictures out of an envelope beside him.

Cathedral in the Republic of Banksia.

For the Kirkurs, it's the same place in the heart of the world.

"The priest's clothes have been this design for a long time. The statues of the saints in the cathedral, the statues of the saints, are all dressed in the same clothes."

The old senator's wrinkly hands clean up old newspapers and arrange clear color photos.

Far view of the cathedral, nearby view.

An elaborate statue of the saints smiling by the door and welcoming their followers, up the hem of their clothes.

The statue is white marble, but the sculpture of the pattern is in the same shape as the garments borrowed by Septentorio.

At the deepest end of the chapel, the statue of Saint Kirkulus Lacteus, who welcomes his followers with open arms, was also engraved with spells and curses of powerful words, the same as embroidery.

"What do you mean?

"I think the saint said he wanted to use his wisdom so that he could use the extra magic in the hands of those who produce the demons of the Three Kingdoms as" evil. "

"So techniques such as [exorcising] people from mischievous demons and demons are in the Bible, right?

Congressman Laqueus gazed at the Bible as he looked for answers.

The hand turns the page.

"The art of protecting clothes is the magic of the [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] school. Even if the person doing the embroidery has no magic, the magic of the wearer activates it if there is no mistake in the spell of a powerful word or in the curse that casts magic over the garment."

The old senator's hand stopped at explaining the septentorio.

"Even a powerless people can make magic clothes?

"Yes, some of it is impossible unless you are a powerful people, but from what I've seen, everything in this scripture is possible even for a people without power"

It has already been pointed out in two wheeled countries around the world.

A Farkill boy later changes the voice of the septentorio, subtitling and editing the common language. The finished video will be published on the website "Travel Records" he created in the name of "Traveler in Search of the Truth" and on Yourcast, the world's largest video posting site.

I can't predict how the Kirkulus Church or Cathedral will move.

It was horrible to even imagine what radical actions would go into the star sign (servant).

... After all this evidence has been poured out, will you continue to insist that "all magic is evil (ah) Shiki (on purpose)" and tell us to eradicate all wizards?

Senator Laqueus closes the Bible and points the cover at the camera.

"Nowhere in the Bible does it say to kill a wizard. I want you to think about what that means."

After the recording of the video, the spelldoctor Septentorio left the summer capital of Amitostigma in a hurry for lunch, carrying a heavy rucksack to hold with one hand.

"Cross the Pengcheng and drive from here to him.

Hand roll, fold, and jump onto one leg. Put yourself there. "

The once-in-a-lifetime stay was short, but it was an impressive place, so I could paint it clearly. [Leap] Ahead is Listver Autonomous Region. It's the courtyard of the tailor's manager, Kufushenka's house.

Manager Kufshenka was just picking herbs.

He suddenly appeared breathtaking and stiff, but loosened his cheeks by looking at who he was.

"Oh... I was a curse doctor..."

"I'm sorry to surprise you. I've got something for you and a favor for you."

"Really? Don't you dare, go inside."

The two of us drink vanilla tea and briefly tell us what to do.

"First, write to Dr. Lacueus and Amiela and Sarotka...... then this is from all of you and the paper pack is a Barbatum soup. They say the silver bag is like a can, if opened, it can be eaten as is... it's a vegetable stew, a chicken stew, a soy patty"

Serve an envelope from the backpack and a nursing meal of Retreat Pouch that has been subdivided into a piece of paper pack soup and one meal at a time, and describe it as it is arranged on the table.

The Republic of Artel has no head in the Federation of Barbatum, a great power in the Kirkulus area. Consider throwing away the garbage so you can't blame it.

"Well, so much for a souvenir... what can I thank you for"

The old woman pushed the envelope and thanked her repeatedly.

"All three of you are staying at the same house in Amitostigma and are doing well."

"Well, Sarotka went that far... thank you, Dr. Curse"

"No, I also learned a lot from Mr. Sarotka"

Talk briefly about your journey with her and get down to business.

"So I would like to tell the manager again about the contradictions in the Autonomous Communities that you talked to me about before, and I would like to record that."

"Whatever you want with my story."

Accepted, first I was horrified, but the next is the challenge.

"I'm afraid so. Then one more thing, to others, are you sure you want to join the testimony?

"I don't mind. Who is it?

"It's one of the platoon leaders of the Star Road Prostitute Army, who says Solniak. Now that I'm traveling around the island of Nemoralis, if you understand, I'll take you here with my surgery."

Kufshenka manager mentioned the name several times in his mouth, but he didn't seem to know him, tilting his neck.

"Did you know that you were going back to the Autonomous Community?

At the corner, I was told I was out in the rich world outside.

"I'm still waiting to hear back. Returning home is temporary, and the three of us, me, the photographer and Mr. Solgnac, are scheduled to visit on that day."

The spelldoctor Septentorio chooses the words so that they are not forced and tells them to line up on the table. Manager Kufshenka raised her gaze from the tabletop.

"According to the information I have, the Nemus Liberation Army is going to attack here soon, but when are you guys going to be able to come?

"This is the testimony necessary to keep the attack in mind."

Manager Kufshenka nodded deeply.

"This winter, with decent housing and your efforts worth it, there have been a lot fewer frozen deaths than before. I was also fortunate that it did not happen to escape to the mountains in the middle of the winter. Please tell me what I can do to make sure that nothing ends like this."

The septentorio presented the scheduled date and asked the store manager to determine the day within the multiple and the spare date. Push again and again to refrain from the notebook, and the old woman, too, writes down the date on the edge of the letter from her brother.

"I'm afraid so. Hi, sorry I couldn't thank you enough. I will interrupt you again this day and at this hour."

Outside the window the sun was leaning, and the courtyard was already covered with shadows.

"Okay. No one gets into the house on this day. We look forward to seeing you."

After a hasty discussion, the spelldoctor Septentorio returned to Amitostigma with a [leap]. Kufshenka manager's answer brings relief and new tension to his peers.

Time was relentlessly approaching.