It's all one flower.

Southeastern Patens City, Kingdom of Amitostigma.

Today's plans were described surrounding the latest map of the refugee camp at a meeting point reserved for the village of Tent on the plain.

Refugee camps have continued to expand by pioneering forests and are now in the process of developing the twenty-first block.

The singer of the curse not only volunteers, but also recruits suited people from the refugees, instructed by [singing] scholarly singers in rallies and other places in the camp, and trained daily. Close to the plains, tablet terminals were distributed and arranged to be studied in videos as well.

Despite the early mornings, not one gathered late.

A volunteer leader announces the grouping to one hundred and seventy-nine singers. They were divided into seven groups so that the strength of each group of magic was even.

Amiella, along with fifteen scholarly singers Oratorix, Archione, and twelve refugee men and women.

All but Archione are the people of the lake or the people of the powerful land.

Volunteer leaders will assign a responsible compartment to each group, divided into groups for meetings.

Singer Oratorix points to the map handed out.

"Even with all this, there are limits to what we can protect, so we will first target places that include clinics. Let's start with this, the twenty-first section in the deepest part, to those close to the plains in turn."

The Amiellas are assigned three locations in the fifteenth block, slightly west of the twenty-first and twentieth.

Tension ran to the singers. Camp XXI is at the forefront of development, adjacent to unexplored forests and numerous huts under construction. It's the most dangerous place.

"The vigilante will protect you during this time, so don't worry, focus on your technique."

Artisans from the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association say with a smile, urging them to join hands with those who know the place. The artists, architects, pharmacists (dullness) and singers joined hands and simultaneously [jumped] deeper into the refugee camp.

The tip of the jump is the ground where the soil peels off. Still not tightened and fluffy underfoot.

The smell of damp soil was mixed with a vibrant aroma. I've never smelled it before, but it doesn't smell bad. It smells refreshing to my eyes.

Refugee men cut trees with axes and saws, and [clothed woodpeckers] magically plucked the roots of the school. The fallen trees are paid branches and transported to the timber storage yard.

... Is it the scent of a tree?

Looking back, several roundwood huts had already been built and many new huts were being built at the same time.

Morning light falls on the sown forest, illuminating the people who work hard. The surrounding primeval forests were silently staring down.

"Well, I'll lead the way where you want me to surround you, so thank you."

A person with a sword or bow waits at the tip indicated by the guiding artisan with his palm. Amiella and the singers moved around in front of the finished building after the craftsmen.

Singer Oratorix explains to the vigilante the [singing] school's curse.

"You know, the curse [Road Defender] is the art of keeping the path the operator walked while singing. I don't care if it's a circle or a square, but if you go around the road surrounding the place you want to protect and do the trick, you'll also be protected inside the road. But while you're at it, you're defenseless. Best wishes to all the escorts"

I'll take care of the neighborhood.

A man with a sword stretches his chest. The vigilante has no lake people, half a powerful people and half a powerless people. Amiella gave them an ambiguous smile back.

A craftsman takes a bottle of branches loaded on empty land and gives them to Oratorix. It's a long branch up to the height of her eyes.

"It's about here, do you think I should?

"Yep. Thank you. Have it ready, it'll help."

"Well, that's the center, please."

Oratorix switches branches to his left hand, connecting Amiella with his right hand. Amiella held Archione's hand with [the crystal of magic] with her other hand. Archione also joins hands with an elderly woman, and fifteen singers join together to line up for the brand new round cabin.

Okay, let's go.

When the guide raises one hand, people with weapons scatter around the singer. Oratorix clapped with the branches and Amiela concentrated on singing out so as not to delay.

"Behold the light that illuminates the path of the stars.

Look up to all who are lost... "

Without delay, the [singing] school's curse [road guard] began.

Oratorix lands his branches on the ground and starts walking slowly as he draws a line on the dirt path.

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Let's celebrate our journey to the end of the day… "

As the people who held hands slowly walked sideways toward the center of the surrounding area, they held their voices together. The vigilante also began to move according to the singer's gait.

"No Shadow of the Devil Goes This Way Clean Light Receptacle

Protect the weak.

The demon disappears at the border, grass pillow.

Walk the imminent beast

Let's celebrate our journey to the end of the day. "

The high sound of axe striking and the creepy repetition of wood grinding add color to the curse. Fifteen singing voices become one, and the magic becomes a thick wall, stretching from underfoot into the sown sky.

"Look at those who gauge the shadows and show them on all sides.

Hug all the weak.

I swear on my feet I'm going to land.

Avoid the rain and follow the path.

Let's celebrate our journey to the end of the day. "

Amiella forgets where she is and walks with Oratorix behind her back. In the traces of the fifteen men walking, an invisible wall stretches up into heaven, retreating from the demons. The presence of the wall was felt as a stream of magic by the fifteen who built it and walked it into part.

"Clear the way with your words, and keep your hands open."

As soon as the last passage is raised, it begins to snap from the beginning.

Walk slowly building walls of magic that are invisible to the naked eye and not perceptible even by spiritual vision. Combining song, magic, and the will to prevent demons into one, the Amielas repeated and repeatedly [roadblocking].