It's all one flower.

"I refused Mr. Silva while I was at it."

When Roark listened calmly, the theological student Ziolito drew in a sticky laugh.

"You were one of us once? Well, Mr. Silva told me not to force you, and now I'm gonna stop."

Skinum alternates between the two with a frightened eye.

Roark changed the subject.

"Besides, don't you have to find your cousin, Ziolito? Or do you want me to solicit you on the terms of helping Mr. Silva find you?

"Sister Porchka... searching for a cousin is not a condition of exchange. Mr. Silva lent us the magic jewel, and I think he feels responsible."

Ziolito puts the omelet in his mouth, saying it in such a way that he also talks to the public. From the thick eggs, mushrooms and easy-to-eat cut vegetables peered.

At dinner, the lion's house was filled with all the seats, and many groups of guests opened the door thinly and peered, giving up and leaving. After being too grumpy, he realized it was annoying to the store and other customers, and Roark started eating Muniel too.

Skinum put the fork down by eating only a bite of the accompanying warm vegetables.

"The gem... is it still in your hands, Ziolito?

"No, I think Sister Porchka has it.... I'm curious?

Ziolito in Roark's eyes seemed amused to see the honor student Skinum turn a frightened eye to himself.

Go ahead and eat a little and ask.

"Is that gem [the crystal of magic]? The spell is engraved, and it builds up magic."

"Crystal? No? It's a red crystal, and I don't think it was processed. There were cold signs of raw warmth but spine creeping and it was a creepy gem"

I don't know how Ziolito's sloppy mouth sounds, whether this is vegan or evil, or shallow Roark with whom he hangs out. But I only knew very well that I had abandoned the theological student way of speaking that should serve as an example to the faithful.

When I was in the stronghold of Lanterna Island, if anyone in the guerrilla died, the funeral home Agoni burned the body and turned it into ashes and [tears of the sorcerer].

Their grudgingly swallowed [tears] were dangerous substitutes for calling demons if they were not kept in a sack with the technique of [comfort enclosure (a lot)].

I have a number of unpleasant possibilities and goosebumps.

"The gem, Mr. Porchica has it now, doesn't he?

"Maybe... dropped it in the Archbishop's room, and the police might have recovered it,"

When Roark confirmed, Ziolito said he seemed unsure and proceeded to eat the omelet. Skinum surprises me.

"Did Mr. Porchica take it to the Archbishop's room?

"You want to hear it?

Once again a demonic laugh appeared on Ziolito's face, watching as he licked Skinum's frightened face, and began to speak.

"I really didn't get enough grades."

The entrance exam for the elementary department of the Rufus seminary was unsuccessful.

Ziolito, of course, was more discouraged than he was, and the meal didn't go through his throat. I couldn't find the words to hang on my father, who was losing weight day by day, and I wanted to disappear because of my lack of study guilt.

At the time, my surviving grandfather encouraged me to laugh at such Ziolito.

"Ziophone, don't be creepy. It's too much. The exams are medium and high."

"What if that doesn't work either?

"What are you going to do with that worry now?... Well, if you can't even try, you can go to the theology department at Rufus University next"

"That's right. Something else is good about a single failure. If you work hard, you'll figure it out."

"Zio is a child who can do it. I've had three exams. It's okay."

My mother and cousin Porchka also supported me.

The eight-year-old Porchica was taken from her parents by the Warcraft the year before Ziolito was born and taken by the Pisok family at the suggestion of her grandfather. He was sisterly to Ziolito, and taught Ziolito to study every day, after school.

During elementary school, he studied shortly after playing, driven by expectations and guilt and supported by family support and the cooperation of his cousin.

For what it was worth, Ziolito was able to enroll in the Rufus seminary from the middle ministry.

Secondary and higher sections of the ecclesiastical class are only given entrance exams in the year in which there is a vacancy filling. Ziolito thought, in that sense, he was lucky to have just been tested.

"... but it wasn't"

Ziolito zeroed his tears as he let his grin stick to his mouth. Instead of whimpering, only tears flow and there is no expression in your eyes.

"I was a little short on scores and passed the alternate. One more person, if anyone quits, I can get in. I can't be happy, but if I'm sad, again, I couldn't say anything because I thought my father would be wounded"

However, a few days after the acceptance announcement, one voluntarily dropped out of school on the grounds that he "seemed to be the least accomplished and unsuitable in the clergy class, so he was to take over the family business".

"Cartamo, you mean you. He's helping the store fine now while attending general high school. Looks like he had a business talent, thriving..."

"Congratulations on your balls."

Ziolito snorted Skinum's smile as he tried to wipe his guilt. Wipe tears with the back of your hand and ravage and chop a thousand pieces of bread.

"My father made me quit on the condition of financial assistance. Even now, in the bicycle industry, if my father pulls his hand, it will crumble. It's not just expulsion. He bribed the Archbishop of Rufus to increase his score."

Ziolito spewed out the words at once. Take the fork and put your hands on a plate of skinum that is barely (mostly) reduced. The former honorary student who escaped from the seminary did not say anything, even if he grabbed (Sarah) the main Munier.

I look at the former honor student with an unusually giddy eye and ask him if he was satisfied with scattering Skinum's share.

"Bribery of the Archbishop is not money. Guess what?

Skinum draws his pale lips together and diverts his attention from Ziolito.

Roark quietly proceeded to eat his share, although he had been forecast for a long time.

"It's Sister Porchka. Last winter, my sister was hospitalized. To corrupt the Archbishop's son. Until then, when I returned home, my family was all the same and didn't say anything. I've been fooled all my life!

An aunt at work comes down an empty plate and sends a carefree glance to Roark.

Skinum seemed to have completely lost his appetite after being scattered around by others, and was chickening herbal tea.

"Please lower it all down. So, three extra servings of Zhenhua Tea."

"Yes, sir."

With his aunt's flamboyant smile, his chest lightened up all the time, and Roark became aware of his mental oppression.

As soon as the supply is withdrawn, Ziolito rolls up.

"Sister Porchica moved to her workplace neighborhood the year I entered seminary, taking a job at Rufus University. He said he works as a college clerk on weekdays, volunteers on holidays, and attends Luffs Light Marks Church..."

It's a common corruption for an old, huge, absolutely powerful organization.

"But it was a lie. Every night, I was summoned to the Archbishop's bedroom, and my sister... my sister, still, as soon as she was discharged from the hospital, the Archbishop said... my sister's heart was so dead! Because of me!

Ziolito slammed his fist against the table and the empty cup jumped and shook.

The clergy other than the Archbishop would have also acquiesced to Miss Porchica entering and leaving at night because many would have scratches on the snake.

Skinum stares at a cup that shivers slightly.

He was good with his grades, but with secrets and burdens to say he was a powerful people, he was raised by the dean of the seminary and by the Augur priest, protected from the hands of a family who tried to make him a deceased.

... I suppose you thought the only dark part of the Kirkulus Church was hiding powerful people in seminaries.

"The priest, and whoever wants to be it! Those guys, they're not Rokumon! So..."

"So you worked with the Nemoralis Grief Squad to get everyone in the priesthood class into a bomb attack and give Mr. Porchka the [Tears of the Mage] where the Guerrilla's Necromancer resides and let him take it to the Archbishop's room?

As Roark spoke of his speculation, Ziolito pulled his face apart and shut up. Only the left cheek fishes and takes the form of an unnatural grin.

The supplier comes and exchanges hot townhouse tea and empty cups.

The surrounding guests had been completely replaced.

"Phew... hi-hi, does Mr. Roark even know such a kotto? Heh. So you really know where Sister Porchka is right now and you're not shutting up? Hey, say it quickly!

The laughter turns to anger as I say it, and Skinum blocks his ears and holds his head.

Roark lifted the cup to his mouth, inhaled the sweet aroma of the Zhenhua tea for a breath and blew it toward Ziolito.

"It's just a guess, so why don't you listen while we have tea?

Roark started explaining, waiting for Ziolito to put his mouth on the cup.

"Mr. Silva gave it to me, not the jewels, [the sorcerer's tears]"

"What do you think, Nami...?

A slightly calmer voice raises the question without hesitation.

"It is a crystal of magic that lingers after the cremation of the wizard's body, and in some cases his soul dwells. Probably the Nemoralis Grief Squad."

"You mean Mr. Silva burned his people?

"Because if you leave the body, the demons will receive flesh and warcraft. … the news was that the Archbishop was killed in a secret chamber and that the crime would not be possible unless it was also used magically"

Skinum is wrapping the cup with both hands and breathing deeply and repeatedly.

Roark went on explaining it regardless.

"A guerrilla necromancer took over Mr. Porchica and killed the Archbishop, leaving the scene with the art of [jumping]. Destination may be the base of Nemoralis territory or the next target in Artel territory"

"Next? Is it my father? Is that me?

Ziolito seemed happy, but Roark shook his neck to the side.

"It would be other priests, President Poderes, or around the executives of the Artel army. Either way, we keep killing people where we can't reach them."

"I don't know what will happen to such filthy people. You can let Sister Porchka like you. Where can we meet?

More than half to Ziolito, he didn't understand. However, Roark was not familiar with this aspect either, and the creeps were raised.

"Guerrilla Necromancers may call in Miscellaneous Demons and Demons to take in Mr. Porchica's body and warcraft it, right?

It is possible that this has already happened.

Blood drew from Ziolito's face.

"Oh, that's such a lie! That's a magical gem, a thing that gives your sister the power of vengeance... my sister Porchica, my sister... my sister! Please help my sister!

Ziolito climbs out onto the tabletop and grabs both shoulders of Roark. When my surrounding gaze gathered, but I saw it as not a fight, I immediately lost interest.

"Rest tonight at the inn, and tomorrow we'll go talk to someone who knows more about saying that"

Roark gently let go of Ziolito's hand and sipped the rest of the town flower tea.