It's all one flower.

"Before we go around, can I stop by the priest Geemun's place?

"Of course (of course), fine."

"The other temples and temporary shelters are going around with comrades splitting them up and explaining them the same way Mr. Farkill did, so he delivers the score there, too."

Farkil is anti-heat stroke, and Oratorix is sun protection, heading to the second temple of the king's capital Lacrimalis for a shady transmission along the canal. There were many boats crossing the canal, but few people going on the road.

The summer sun shines back on the cobblestone and is seared from above and below.

"Let's ride a little further from the docking yard."

"Yes."

Stop your legs at one of the docking yards set up all over the canal.

In the king's capital, Lacrimaris, the crossing ship is the city's leg instead of the bus. I can get them to carry a certain distance at a cheap fare.

The elongated boat operated by the bow does not shake at all, and goes to the surface (all of them) to slip. Nothing blocked the sun, but the wind was pleasant and the sweat caught.

Upon reaching the Second Temple of the King's Capital, the Oratorix proceeded without hesitation to the meeting point with the Geemun priest.

In addition to the main hall, there are several smaller shrines, with administrative buildings, assembly rooms, therapeutic institutions, clergy quarters, libraries and warehouses dotted on large grounds.

The rendezvous is in front of an independent library.

Qin skin (Tonerico) and oak trees planted there cast a deep shadow. The wind through the well thriving branches is cool.

A red-haired middle-aged man greeted an elderly soprano singer with a smile. The [White Butterfly] Faculty badge (today) shines on a leaking day with the breast of a white priest's coat. Farkill remembered the funeral home Agoni.

"Mr. Oratorix, it's been a while. And you?"

"Long time no see. This girl is our comrade, and she's using the Internet to help us with information."

"Nice to meet you. Call me Farkill."

"Nice to meet you. I'm Geemun. I've heard rumors. I didn't know he was really such a boy..."

The priestly coat, embroidered with one blue flower on the white, also looks better on red-haired men than I thought.

... It has flowers on it, so I thought it was suitable for women.

With that said, the male cleric was present when he visited the Western Temple as part of the mobile dealership Praether Massa. It's the first time I've seen it closely, not the other way around in a needle Amiella relative disturbance.

"Here, this is the score you were asked to score. I also included" true "teaching."

"I'm afraid so."

Cleric Geemun received the envelope without changing his expression.

"It also contains Kirkulus songs, are you okay?

Furkill overheard him and immediately regretted that he had spoken of something frivolous. But the cleric replied with a smile on his face.

"At least, I don't mind. Because we see and know the contents of the doctrines and scriptures of Kirkrus during the time of the Old Kingdom"

"Huh? Scripture...... did you read it?

... even though he's a Fraxinus priest?

Hardly swallowing the second half of the word, Farkill took the red-haired cleric seriously. You don't look like the face I joked about. The blatant surprise mixed bitter with Geemun's grin.

"Abandoned, in the days of the old kingdom, there was something called a holiday of the gods, and that day was a day when both the Fraxinus and the Kirkurs would normally be touched by the teachings of the gods they did not believe in"

"And I've included the hymn medley for the gods' holidays."

Oratorix smiled loosely, and Cleric Geemun thanked him again.

"The people of the lake don't usually seem to go that way to avoid trouble with the Kirkurs, but we priests couldn't say so on the holidays of the gods, so the Krutch priests only said that day..."

"What? So the priests of the long-lived race, they all know that Kirkulus cot is worth it, right?

Cleric Geemun's appearance is younger than that of the spelldoctor Septentorio. Was this cleric in his 300s or so because the curse doctor said he was over 400 years old?

"I've never read every inch of it, but here, three different scriptures are kept one at a time."

"Huh?

"I can't help but be surprised that the younger one...... at the time Kirkulus was passed on, he said it was given by the Luphus Light Mark Church, the first established in the region, in the Holiday Interaction of the Gods"

Cleric Geemun turned a distant eye on the door of the library. Wooden doors open and hallways stretch out in the back.

"Is that normal people...... normal followers of Fraxinus, too, can I see it?

"It is now a valuable material, hung by the [banned bandage] of the [crossing swan] school, but in the designated room, you are free to browse. Would you like to read a little?

"I know what's in it... uh, no, I just saw it online the other day, and I don't mind, but, uh... are you there to read it?

The surprising words didn't come together very well.

The shadows that cross the hallways of the library are neglected (maba) and many of them wrap around the clothes of priests.

"Now that little (or no) existence is known in itself, it will rarely be there. At this time, if I may know that there is a Kirkurist scripture here..."

"Right. People with radical ideas like the Nemus Liberation Army could attack this place."

Oratorix went ahead and Farkill in the opinion lay down his eyes.

The voice of the soprano singer gives rise to worry.

"So you can't sing 'Teach Me True' here, can you?

"I will try to persuade the choir. In parallel, explaining to the faithful… I'm just certain it will take time"

The voice of the head of the choir cages a fever that Farkill never expected.

Farkill raised his face, gazing into the eyes of Cleric Geemun and listening.

"Um... did the radio... feel like" The Flower Promise, "too, murky? Yesterday, I went around asking the refugees at the Western Temple or something, and they said no Kirkurist songs..."

"His explanation seemed to convince me to some extent, but even if I could tell by the head, it would take time, until I could sort out my feelings properly"

Oratorix made up for the second half of it disappearing.

Cleric Geemun's voice sinks.

"Yep. I cannot deny that there are many voices around the younger generation that say that, both to those who come here and to the local faithful."

I knew I could hear a bright voice hanging from both of them.

"But some generations remembering the holidays of the gods missed the time"

A red-haired cleric puts a score out of the envelope to confirm.

"If you go in the wrong order, you may lose this score. It's not about just copying it again... now let me keep it"

"Yes, please"

There is not a single Kirkulus in the Artel Republic, but there are old generations of Fraxinus in the Kingdom of Lacrimalis and the Republic of Nemoralis with memories of a time when they were able to coexist peacefully.

Farkill prayed wholeheartedly that one or more young people would listen to them.