It's all one flower.

After noon mesh, he was led to the back room.

The other adults were scattered around the other room saying they were busy or something.

"A good thing? Don't tell anyone what happened here today."

"Keep it to yourself, even if your best friend is a believer."

"Why?"

Morph was stopped by Senator Eva and the first old man and pure questions came out with his mouth shut.

"It's better to know as few secrets as possible. In case the Biblical presence leaks to the Nemus Liberation Army"

"What if they burn you with evil?

"That's right."

"Am I good?

Juvenile soldier Morph felt the possibility of later being killed by a mouth seal, and a sweat seeped through his back. When I heard him pretend to be fine, my old man tamed and slapped him on the shoulder like a medvege.

"Boy is a devout believer who can also properly say the Holy Word, but besides those who have ever given me the teachings of the Saints, I guess they are unknown?

"Yeah.... maybe he hasn't found out"

"If the people of the lake knew about this situation, they wouldn't have had a life by now."

No pharmacist, no funeral parlor, no civil hospital curse doctor, no haulier, no fisherman's grandfather, no one in the lake that Morph is familiar with kills because of the difference of faith.

I looked back at the two of you.

"Cravel's Liberation Army is pitiful and relentless towards women and children, hunting Hidden Kirkurs everywhere. Good. Never let your faith in the saints be known."

"Yeah. But how did you find out? The volunteers of the people of the lake who came to the makeshift were encouraging each other to say it was like a sacrament, and they started saying it together."

Morph was finally able to put into words that he had been hooked to his heart ever since he started collecting information.

Why do people in lakes also mouth degenerate slogans in makeshift homes in cities everywhere?

Saying bad things and being alert, or if you find out you're a believer, it's going to be a pain in the ass, and nobody's ever heard of you before.

The two open their eyes to surprise and stare silently at Morph.

Senator Eva finally opened his mouth as Morph cut the paralysis and tried to say something to him.

"It is also my first ear to say that the people of the lake uttered words similar to the Sacred Word. Which makeshift?

"Over there"

"And the other makeshift in the city of Cernica?

"I don't know all the makeshift, but he said it wasn't near the harbor, and he said it in the city over there that he went by when he was coming to Chernica. The spell thief was over there."

To put it in too much detail, I felt like annoyance was going to hang on everyone in the mobile distributor, and I misled Texto.

An old man smiled gently.

"Don't worry about the spell thief."

"What? But the makeshift grandmothers said they had trouble stealing [cold stamps] in the winter..."

As in this city of Cernica, I have heard many times that curse thieves are rampant in makeshift homes. Not only Morph, but everyone who went out to gather information says so, so I'm pretty sure we'll see that there's been a case in all the makeshift.

... But what's all right with you?

An old man pulls in a smile and says it horribly.

"A spell is not a free piece of paper."

"It is a terrible thing that draws innocent and innocent people into evil darkness without their filthy power."

"Yep...?

And how does it connect to not having to worry about curse thieves in this city where there are curse thieves now? Morph couldn't see the story at all and tilted his neck.

"Do you have a spell?

"Hey, such a mon"

When Morph threw up, the old man looked heartfelt, relieved.

"The spell is filled with filthy power, and even our powerless people can dye their hands of evil by casting a spell."

"That's why comrades everywhere are collecting it and baking it out."

"Was it you curse thieves? Huh!

Morph screamed unexpectedly.

Two of the hidden believers turn their pity eyes to the angry boy and say it in a gentle voice.

"I'm sorry to surprise you. But I'm not a thief. Calm down, will you listen to me often?

"Hey, shall we sit there and talk?

An old man places his hand familiarly on Morph's shoulder and makes him sit on a fine couch.

In the middle of the enemy line, there is no Captain Solgnac or Medvege's old man. Boy soldier Morph now realizes, instead of being alone, that no one in his crew even knows he's here.

... Easy, me!

I took one deep breath and looked around the room again.

There are no other entrances or exits besides the doors that came in. There's only one. Outside the window is the garden. It looked familiar in the shape of a tree. I guess it's the courtyard I saw from the first hallway.

About twice the size of the truck's carrier, the tall bookshelf fills the interior of the wall. There was a couch and a low table in the center.

I felt like a library, but the back cover colors are almost all similar colors, in a room with a much more plain atmosphere than a library.

As Morph grew up, the old man snuggled down next door.

Senator Eva closes the curtain and reaches for the bookshelf on the right. I thought some of the bookshelves pulled in a little bit and it moved like a drawer and a small vault door appeared from the back.

A congressman turns the dial with an unmistakable hand and pulls a big book out of the safe. It looks heavy. I put it on the low table as I touched it.

The blue dyed leather cover represents the night sky.

An ellipse with a split star in its center was painted in gold.

The path of the holy stars.

It is the Holy Mark of Kirkulus.

There are some complex decorative characters, but I couldn't read a single one on the morph.

"This is the Bible of the Priest?

Thicker and more splendid than any book Morph has seen in his library or bookstore.

The two smiled when they saw that the boy had fixed his mood.

"Yes, this is the sacrament for priests."

"The devout followers of the Federation of Barbatum have personally donated for the sake of the distressed believers in the Republic of Nemoralis."

"I left hundreds of copies with the company of Dycare, and from there they were delivered to the warehouse company in Lyabina, and sent them one by one."

"Is there a hundred priests in this neighborhood? Why?"

When Morph managed to squeeze out the question, the two laughed.

"I'm not here right now. So we have to dispose of the spell so that the innocent and innocent people without leaders are not poisoned by evil. You know?"

"Uh-huh... it's hard to understand."

From now on, I can't get through to you at all.

Morph suppressed frustration and gazed at the splendid Bible.

... If you were a priest, what would you do at a time like this?

Morph got a little more meticulous remembering a merciful smile he hadn't seen in a long time.

"But you know we shouldn't be known to be Kirkurs, right?

"Yeah. If the PLA guys find out, they're Ogoto."

Let me be honest and snort, Senator Eva continued to be happy.

"That's why we have to dispose of the spell in confidence."

... What's "so"? I didn't know what you meant earlier.

"... I don't know how hard it is."

Morph stamped Baba, a congressman sitting across the street, with a wrinkle between his eyebrows and stared up at him. The old man next door explains with a bitter smile.

"Like I just taught the boy, if he told me the details and let me dispose of him, he'd know he was a Kirkulus, wouldn't he?

"Ah!... but if you were a saint, what would you do at a time like this? Didn't you write something nice?

Instead of stealing it and burning it, why not return it to the person who made it or handed it out?

To the church, I went for the candy balls after worship.

All the while I was in the Autonomous Community, I was busy from morning to evening on weekdays at work, and I was busy running around on holidays to collect ingredients from the crawlers my sister makes and edible grass and bugs, but only holiday worship was indispensable.

... The priest couldn't have stolen someone else's mon.

The words, along with their contradictions with reality, are still engraved firmly in the depths of Morph's heart.

Senator Eva drew a small oval in front of his chest and rolled (meshed) a fine cover.

"Excuse me. Dr. Eva, I'm calling you."

"Ah, alas..."

Councilman Baba was heard at the same time as Knock, stopping his hand rolling the table of contents and leaning back. Clear the scriptures into the vault and quickly get the bookshelves back and out.

"Mark, drive this kid to makeshift."

Morph, who had lost what he saw, dropped his shoulder and saw where the Scriptures had been punished.

As seen by the outsider's morph, he may move it later, but he dares not burn his present stash to memory.

"Next time, can I see it?

"This is where grown-ups get together on difficult business."

"You can't have kids?

"Only this time, it's special. And don't take it personally in the car of a stranger. If you're a bad person, you could be killed and used as an ingredient for magic tools."

"Huh?

The old man told me with a scary face, and Morph had his voice turned upside down.

"That's what evil is all about. Let's go home before it gets dark."

Boy soldier Morph honestly left the room and slammed the hallway directions into his head. The first dark room was in the garage and was put on a different passenger car than the wagon car when it came.

Get off in a temporary house in the park near the harbor and crush it at the rally point for about an hour to pretend to be a resident.

The sun was completely down when I returned to the truck at the mobile retailer, distracted by the crowd of the shopping district bustling with dinner buyouts.