It's all one flower.

One up in the elevator. Here too, a few people were housed in the large room. A packed body mourns the unhappiness of a theological student.

Except for one private room, I apologize for the visit.

Ambulance sirens are approaching.

... If I were a Septentorio spell doctor, I'd be cured in no time.

The result of getting rid of magic is this.

What percentage of the survivors will recover to their original bodies and what percentage will take their breath away here.

Knock on the hospital room with the same "Farkill" name tag as the boy you traveled with.

A weak voice with expectations responded.

"Father? Mother?

"No, I'm sorry. It's Roark."

"What, Mr. Roark? Oh, it's open. Go ahead."

Joy and surprise are joined by voices.

There was only one theological student, Farkil Parksils, in the hospital room.

My head to half my face is covered in bandages and my eyes are blocked. The hands to which the drip is connected are also full of bandages. The smell of disinfectant mixes slightly with the smell of blood. I don't want to imagine what's going on under the duvet.

"Mr. Roark, are you all right? Good. My home is a long way south in the Straja region. There are anti-terrorist inter-city mobility regulations, and I think I've been in touch, but no one's come yet, and the priests and detectives have asked me the same thing over and over again, and I'm anxious and worried about you, and what happened to everyone? Are you all right? Oh, do you know where Mr. Skinum went? He's been missing since the beginning of the winter break, worried about the priest and everyone in his class."

Theological student Farkill took a breath of relief and anxiety and coughed up.

Wait for the cough to calm down and I'll dampen your mouth with water.

"Nurse call, shall we push?

"Yes, no, it's okay. Better than that, if you don't mind, why don't you tell me a lot?

"Uh... what shall we talk from?

Roark thought a little and came up with a bright topic.

"The other Farkil, Farkil Latti Folius, is in the big room with slighter injuries than you. I talked to your family, so I didn't want to see you, but I felt like I saw you from the hallway, and I sat down and talked to you, so it didn't seem like there was anything else in my life."

"Really? That kid saved you, didn't he? Glad you told me."

My painfully distorted mouth is slightly broken.

From this furkill, I don't seem to get any information, but this is just unnatural to go home. Breathe in the same lies so they don't find a place.

"I told Ursa Mayor earlier, when you showed me your sympathy, that I couldn't stay because of the circumstances in that country, and I asked Skinum to give you a message. I came in a big hurry knowing that the seminary had become a tough one on the news, but I have time for a plane, so I don't stay very long..."

"Oh, I'm sorry I pulled you off. Don't worry about me. Please come home in time."

"I'll stay until I'm critical.... It sounds like a bomb attack, but I still have no idea who did it or what the details are. I'm worried about rejection, so I guess you didn't tell me carefully."

Theological student Farkill turned his face to Roark as he tried to see it with his eyes under the bandage.

"No, thank you for letting me know. I... I've been listening to the news of the star sign (Shinobe) without thinking anything in particular. But bomb attacks are like this... Wizards of the Autonomous Region of Lanterna have always been like this..."

Theological students, who seem to grow up, clog their voices.

Roark wrapped his scratchy hands around him with both hands. Do you have a fever, strangely hot?

"The chapel has completely collapsed and rescue efforts are still ongoing"

Theological student Farkil Parksyrus snorts with a whimper.

Roark remembered the night he was seared by the flames of an air raid on the banks (banks) of the Njefried Canal.

Find the words that become wedges, and break into the hearts of theological students who were listening to the persecution of wizards until they tasted the same pain with their own hands.

"I still don't know who the killer is, but if it's the work of the Nemoralis wizard, it's retaliation for the air raid that the Artel army set up earlier. This morning's newspaper had an expert speculation that more than one type of bomb was stolen from an Artel military base rather than a handmade bomb like the star marker."

"Even though I'm a wizard, I didn't mean to be evil, I went out of my way to steal from the base, with an Artel Army bomb..."

Theological student Farkill shuts up plumply.

... you just have to think about what war looks like.

Release the hand of the theological student and raise your hips from the round chair.

"Because it's time"

"No, thank you for taking the time to visit us"

Turn your invisible eyes to Roark's voice and smile forcibly.

Roark hung his spring coat in his bag and changed into a jacket. Become someone else with [makeup] necklaces and hide magic tools in your collar.

"I don't think I can come any longer, Mr. Farkill, but I wish everyone a speedy recovery. Goodbye."

"Thank you. Mr. Roark, be well."

Roark went down the stairs to the first floor and left Rufus Central Hospital with a face that didn't eat anything.