It's all one flower.

The lion's shop has a long reputation for being delicious among several restaurants in the underground town of Chernochnijnik.

Tonight was also busy with a large number of guests, and several groups of guests of the powerless people were drumming their tongues on a knob that combined dinner and cheering up with a cup of work.

The lion's salesman turned his usual smile to Roark, who had become completely regular.

"Good evening.... oh, you're not the usual kid, are you?

An aunt in an apron dress leans her neck against a roak who arrives in a four-man seat. Roark ordered it back with a loving laugh.

"I'll come back later. The two are in the usual Muniel. What will you do, Mr. Ziolito?

"Uh..."

The dark-haired theological student ran his deep green eyes to the tabletop menu and ordered the top omelet set.

Roark also asked for vanilla tea for three servings, and cut the fire waiting for his aunt to retreat to the kitchen.

I'm here to bring peace to Artel and Nemoralis.

"Peace? Shouldn't you be finishing theology and giving peace to people's minds?

Ziolito's deep-green eyes bottom out as he tries to peek into his heart. Roark did not take his gaze off his eyes and nodded slowly.

The eyes of a theological student are blurred.

"Why not? You don't know why you went all the way to Rufus Seminary. Mr. Roark said that during this war he reached Rufus with his life in jeopardy..."

"Sure, there's no lie in the priest's story"

Let me affirm, Ziolito ate.

"So, why did you finally get into Rufus Seminary so hard that you threw away the future of the priesthood? You're not going back to Rufus anymore?

"If you become a priest, only the souls of the faithful who suffer closed to darkness in the Nemoralis will be saved. But I didn't realize that was all I could do."

"What else do you need? Because our Rufus seminary, in this region of Lacus, is the highest school of Kirkulus, right? They say the seminaries in Lanista are not very high level, all the clergy aspirants are studying in the Federation of Barbatum, and in the Cathedral...... none of the seminaries in the Republic of Banksia are too high level and there is still one person from the Lacus region who could pass, right?

Roark answered without giving any expression, although he looked down on Ziolito, who was obsessed with his education, in his heart and chill.

"Mutual understanding is essential to upholding faith in this land. You know the sign of the star is heretic, designated an international terrorist organization by the Banksian government at the cathedral's knee, right?

"Yep. But what does that have to do with giving up the priesthood..."

"When I bring you, I'll bring you another drink."

Vanilla tea was transported for two servings and the story was interrupted.

Skinum hasn't come yet. Roark pushed it just for convenience.

"Ziolito, aren't you the one who can expel me if I find out I stayed out here? Your family will grieve, won't they?

"My cousin, she's missing.... didn't you notice?

Ziolito removed the notebook large file from the pocket of his spring coat.

Clear pockets hold women's face photos and handwritten notes neatly organized. The same glossy dark hair as Ziolito and dark green eyes that host the light of intelligence. Is it in the mid-twenties? The smile reminded me of the flowers when I scattered.

... Did you leave your device untracked by GPS when you came all the way here to print it on paper?

"When my cousin was a little girl, my uncle and his wife were attacked by a warcraft... and my cousin stayed with us until I was born, and my sister and brother were raised together."

"Please wait."

Muniel and omelette of white fish came. Ziolito cleans up the files spread out on the tabletop.

I looked at the door with the sound of the doorbell. Skinum is looking around the store with a new customer. When Roark waved, he came for a small run.

"Bring them to just the right place. I'll bring you a cup of tea and food in a minute."

My aunt smiled and left. Skinum, who was short of breath, caught cold (hiya) without saying anything.

"Now, Ziolito, I'm talking about the man you're looking for."

"My sister-in-law (cousin), who grew up the same way, went missing after the murder of the Archbishop."

A skinum sitting next to him turned his troubled face to Roark.

Vanilla tea and dishes are in order, and the servings suggest "please leave before it cools down" and retreat. When Roark threw the bread into his mouth in a chisel, they both took the fork.

There is no scratch on Ziolito's hands and face carrying the salad to his mouth. If you were in the chapel then, the chances of him being rescued from under the rubble intact by a powerless people are endlessly close to zero.

Roark asked with a face that didn't eat anything.

"Is your cousin a person who could possibly come here? You're a fan of Cactacare, like, go to the Guide to Light church?

"If so, how good...... Skinum, why are you here? Could you be on this island since the beginning of the winter break?

Skinum's hand stopped. Place the fork on a plate and take a cup of vanilla tea in your hand. I inhaled the scent full of breasts and answered with my bloody lost lips.

"Because I have... filthy powers."

The shop is full of dinner and dinner guests, but the air is as heavy and cold as it was separated here. Roark turned his gaze to the ziolite in the front and groaned.

Until a moment ago, the intelligent face distorts, turning into a nitwit and a dirty grin.

"Hey. Then you're just like me. Let's get along with those with dark backs."

What an absurd, humiliating voice.

... "Me"?

Roark faced the leopard freak of a theological student who was polite and elegant.

"Ziolito, you too... have the power?

"Hate (unfortunately), I don't have that filthy power. But if it's a dirty part of the denomination, I know it well enough to say no."

When Skinum heard him trembling with anticipation and fear, he threw up while Nitanita (straw) was there. I thought you even possessed the demon, but apparently, the theological student Ziolito remains him.

"Hey, Mr. Skinum. Don't you want revenge on the denomination that took your place? Isn't it true that Mr. Roark didn't like being in seminary because he was so angry when he burned his hometown?

Skinum turns to his frightened face at the proponent and peeks at Roark sideways.

... Dirty side of the denomination, missing cousin (cousin)... Revenge, Mr. Silva...?

Several pieces of information connect in the loke to derive one hypothesis.

"It all has to do with your cousin's disappearance and the murder of the Archbishop of the Diocese of Rufus, and the fact that the seminary chapel was hit by a bomb attack during the high ministry chapel, and you're here intact, Ziolito, right?

A sticky laugh disappears from Ziolito's face and Skinum breathes.

Put aside a moment and the laughter of the theological students exploded.

I couldn't stop laughing when the surrounding guests looked at me in unison. In an effort to avoid people getting involved, they celebrate their conversation, cancel out their seizure-like laughter, and resume eating.

Suddenly the laughter stopped.

Ziolito wiped her eyes as the laughter cramped and lingered, distorting her nitwits and licence. An ominous light dwells in the dark green eyes, and a cold one conveys the spine of the stuck loch.

"After all, Mr. Silva is right. Mr. Rourke said he was intelligent, executable and dependable."

Skinum puts herself in the name of an old militant guerrilla.

"So, Ziolito, you led the Nemoralis Grief Squad to the chapel?

"You understand very well. There was an architect and an ex-military, and he asked me to take a look at where I could set it up and blow it up efficiently."

"What? Huh?

Chapel bombing and the murder of the Archbishop. Skinum, who first came into contact with the two cases, is bewildered by the Ziolito, who happily speaks.

"I didn't think it would work out so well. Hey, be one of Mr. Silva's, and we'll crush the Order together."

The theological student laughed nibbly.