It's all one flower.

A blonde young man, called Razornik by a spelldoctor, teases a tablet device and points it at the priest.

"I want you to copy this on as large a piece of paper as possible and paste it out."

"Is this...?

Speak quickly to the confused priest.

"Lyrics. Where I haven't decided yet, with humming"

"If you sing this, you can avoid an attack by the PLA?

When Kufshenka uttered her thoughts, Razolnik let her face shine.

"Boulder, that's a tribute to the year. Good guess and helpful. Write and distribute as much as possible for people far from the wall, then, extension cord, pull this far."

Now, even time for questions is a waste.

An old ni monk goes to the back to get what he needs.

Priests and Kufushenka, in front of the main door, divide the voices as far as possible between those who arrive in search of help, within the church and on the streets of Kublum.

"If you can walk the mountains on your own, go to Kublum Street!

"Mountain Road is the path of the stars. The prostitutes and the doctors at the civic hospital will protect you!

"Here, because it's almost full!

"I can't walk with women and children. Except for him, I refuse!

Women, old men and injured people with children also helped guide them.

I could see a group of people running up the Sheeney Green Space in the distance, but I can't get a voice from here no matter how hard I try.

"Tell the people who are going to the green space that the estate is dangerous!

I can't even afford to explain why.

Ask young, confident men and women for guidance, but they were the ones who couldn't afford to bring back those who headed for the green space.

I know you can't let me in. No, he who pounds his tongue and runs away, he who kneels (kneels first) and begs the priest to let him in, he who is pushed back with a cane trying to force him in. The former inhabitants of Barack Street were well behaved in the absence of those who cursed in front of the priest, but the chapel was extremely confused near its doors.

"Let me in! Let me in!

"I can't even do mountains."

"Assotta! I've been splitting the bread the other day! Take my place!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

"You're betraying the benefactor of your life, assota without man!

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!

Screaming and pleading, crying, etc. mix in.

Kufshenka was pushed by a stream of people and returned near the altar. It's crowded and it's going to clog my breath, but I can't open the window.

At the altar, Nishi and Razornik were copying the lyrics on painting paper with oily magic.

"I'll write it too"

"Thank you. But there's already a place..."

The preaching platform is narrow, and the two of us also stick out the drawing paper half by half. The things written up were taped out by a tall old man on the back wall.

No longer able to do so, Kufshenka was attacked with anxiety.

... What's the food for the people who fled here?

We have stockpiles in the warehouse, but that's not enough in the end, and if we put it out poorly, it could be a takeover. If the water supply is safe, you can drink water and use the toilet.

"If you need a polytank or something, store your water now"

"Okay. Somebody help me draw water."

"Yes! Me! I'll do it. Look at this girl."

A woman nearby makes the three-year-old boy he was holding stand beside the sermon stand.

Viola crouched down and held hands with the boy.

"I'll wait for you as a good girl until I can help you."

Boy's face creases and distorts as soon as possible.

Viola was in trouble and looked up at her mother.

"Oh, fine, fine. If you're going to cry, leave me crying. You don't even have to get lost. Dear Sir,"

The mother and the old nigger pulled into the back and the boy cried.

"Oh, boy, I'm not crying about this."

A crutch man sneezes and strokes his chestnut little head.

The boy circled his eyes and pulled his mouth together, looking up at his voice. The moment he meets a smiling man, he cries profusely.

"Dude, what are you gonna do with that extra cry"

I said, "Stop crying if you stick around."

A laugh occurs around the altar and the old man reaches out to the boy.

"Grandpa, are you okay? Hips, scratches.

"I can't climb mountains with bad knees, but my hips are tight"

Wrinkled hands hold him up and shake his body as he gently slaps the boy's back. As Viola grated and watched, the cry grew smaller and smaller and began to point.

"Holla, look at this monster."

Greasy sweat seeps into the old man's good face. A crutch man grinned bitterly.

"Holla, look, shouldn't we drop you off?

"No, isn't this something you can't even sit on anymore?

An old man knocks his jaw at the door.

Whoever seeks salvation is stuffed in the chapel with cucumbers, and he can't get one of his movements snuggled up perfectly except for the one who could sit on the bench.

"Turn this to the priest and ask him to stick it outside."

Razornik gives a woman with a baby in front of a sermon stand a drawing form for the lyrics. From the rough hand to the old man next door, from the wrinkled hand to the pale man, one after the other with the message.

I could see the round tape stuck behind the drawing paper.

The lyrics cross the priest's hand.

The turned priest went outside with a sad face.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you can't go in any more! Please escape to Kublum Street!

"Please! Just this kid, I can handle it!

I put only little kids in there, they might crush me.

When the priest shook his head beside him, his mother cried, and his children cried, too, when he was followed by his mother.

It's not a big church.

I find it impossible in anyone's eyes, such as accommodating all the weak.

Suddenly, the clarinet rang.

It's a tablet device on a sermon stand.

Soon it connected to the extension cord and even came with a small speaker.

Clarinet's pithy melody hits the high ceiling of the chapel and pours down on those who seek salvation. This is the first song I've ever heard, but it's a song I miss somewhere.

People's confusion fills the place.

"Priests! Can you hear this song?

"I can hear you."

The priest's well-attended voice returned to Razornik's inquiry.

A young man on the stage waves loudly to convey his understanding, whispering something. After diving under the sermon bench and doing something terrible, his voice was heard from the outside for some reason.

"The Nemus Liberation Army has no land prospects in the Ristover Autonomous Region, and this time, they're the ones who came to General Unuk Elhaia in secret, so the numbers shouldn't be that high."

Surprise and agitation spreads to people who can't get through. Some looked around looking for the Lord of the Voice, but Razornik hid beneath the sermon stand.

"So I think factories, churches, bureaux, police stations, broadcasters and other prominent buildings are easy to target. Their goal is to crush the branches of the star marker and stop the bomb attack on Nemoralis Island."

Even though we are talking under Kufshenka's feet, Razornik's voice is not heard here, but from outside the chapel.

... This is some kind of magic, too.

"Broadcasters with factories that make bombs like that, police with weapons, Kirkulus churches, antennas and all that at a glance are especially bad. The district chiefs are eager to fuck and wait with their weapons, so if they go to the estate or the fields, they'll be caught up in battle."

The school is also a big, prominent building, but he didn't touch it.

Even as I ask the question, I don't see a speaker and pay attention to the people outside looking around and telling the priest.

"So if you're far from Kublum Street, factories, etc., your home might be better"

"Are you sure the church is more dangerous?

"Then we'll be in the mountains too..."

"Your legs don't work."

An old woman grabs the shoulder of a young man trying to leave.

Razornik's voice stopped the flow of people trying to leave the church.

"If we close the door, we won't be scared as much as we were protected by the saint's" righteous cause "and slightly or softly attacked by magic. 'Cause the craftsmen built it right on the street that's in the Bible."

The clarinet stops and the church calms down.

Several weak cries of the baby overlapped, but everyone kept their mouths shut and gazed at the priest standing at the entrance to the chapel.