It's all one flower.

Priest Wentus of the Eastern Diocese locks the door of the church office and recommends the couch to Priest Ferrettorum, Khushchenka, the newsman's shopkeeper and employee Praesaw.

"Excuse me without a foreword. Ex-Star Mark (servant) has disappeared."

"Huh? Didn't they turn it off in retribution or something?

Employee Praesaw asks disturbing questions.

Previously, it was a routine tea meal for those treated by a curse doctor and their families at the Zerneau Municipal Central Civic Hospital to be bulleted with disbelief in the star sign (servant) and killed in disguise.

But they were picked up by the Nemus Liberation Army raid.

On top of that, it was thus pointed out to the people of the lakes of the Fraxinus that "star marks (servants) are heretical", and re-education still continues under the peace accords.

Now that the position had been reversed, those who had been deprived of irrational intimacy retaliated against the mark (servant) of the former star, and the security forces dispatched by the Nemoralis government were busy responding to it.

Kufshenka didn't translate Praesaw's question, but Priest Ferretorum just stares at the local Wentus Priest without saying anything.

The priest of the Eastern Diocese lowered his hips to the chair of the executive desk and leaked his words with a sigh.

"Eleven troops disappeared at the same time."

When Priest Wentus reworded the earlier intercession in a common language, Priest Ferretolum nodded small and urged ahead.

To date, more than ten people have never been retaliated against in a day.

"Did some of the star beacons get away with it? What about their families?

"Do you know exactly who and who are gone?

An employee Praesaw, whose weight wife waits, tilts her neck, the newspaper man asked.

Priest Wentz waits for Khushchenka to translate the two questions into a common language, pointing and counting the names of the eleven missing persons.

"We didn't show up for re-education this morning, and you searched earlier, but we didn't find it."

Kufshenka remembered their name. He's just a private shopkeeper in the estate district with a small fortune.

"Their families, indeed, used the Marleni dyeing material supply route to go outside the Autonomous Community before the PLA arrived..."

"That's right. Perhaps you're going to join your family."

Priest Wentus snorts heavily.

Praesaw distorted his face in anger, but he either shunned to the two priests or was just throwing up (one) bitter sigh, saying nothing.

"But, Marleni Dye got hit by the PLA and went out of business, and which way are you going?

"I thought you were going to use Kublum Street to get out to Zolata District and go for Topoli Airport"

Priest Wentus turns a bitter face to the newspaper. Kufshenka interpreted for Priest Ferretorum, who did not know what he had come to do.

"I, too, heard from the district manager that far. If it's possible, I'd still like to go see how the streets are doing, wouldn't you?

Kufshenka and Priest Wentus rushed to stop Priest Ferretolum, who was neglected (in an attempt) by the geography of the Autonomous Communities.

"If they made it to the streets first thing in the morning, we can't catch up anymore"

"But"

"I've been there now, and the sun will go down. Kublum Street is a mountain road, so it's dangerous."

"If that's the case, it's still the case."

"By now it will be around the time I lean myself over to the evacuation cabin, so it's okay. In the morning, ask the security forces to get ahead of you from the plains to the Zorata area."

Priest Ferretolum refused to accept and accepted the persuasion of the local priest.

"Really? Let us now leave it to the security authorities to deal with the fleeing heretics. Apart from that, I want to go to Kublum Street again."

"Um... nothing in particular. Priests don't pick firewood or gather grass, do they?

"There will be demons and warcraft in the mountains. In case anything happens to Priest Ferrettorum."

"But all the locals, every day with the grass picking, etc., they go, right? My life is dedicated to the saints and is no longer my own. I hope you don't mind."

Priest Ferrettorum did not give up hard on this matter.

... you came here wanting directions to the streets.

I knew why I came all the way to the Eastern Diocese, but I also felt it was dangerous for Priest Ferrettorum to be informed of contact with the hauliers.

If they could see the stickers on the precautions, they could burn every mountain cabin.

Newspapers and employees Praesaw, who do not understand the common language, look anxiously at Kufshenka, but were too busy convincing the Ferretorum priest, not at the interpreter.

"Praesaw, you went to the cabin, didn't you? Were there any signs of people there?

Priest Wentus called me in Hunan, and the employee was horrified for a moment, but quickly clouded his face.

"There was nothing there when I went. The haulier wrote in his letter today that he would deliver the package, the food that the people of Zolata District would give him, nothing..."

"It... didn't you even have a letter?

"Just the letter, it was in the mailbox. Oh, the key, I'll give it back."

Priest Wentz received with a hard look and asked Kufshenka.

"In your letter, what?

"As promised, it looks like you brought your medicine, and the list and precautions for use were enclosed."

"That, too, was gone, wasn't it?

Praesaw nods with a stoney look.

Priest Ferretolum, who did not understand Hunan, saw the four frowning and swallowed up the spoken word.

"But I don't care how many curse bags you write clearly."

"Didn't you get cornered and can't stand it anymore?

When Priest Wentus said bitterly, the newspaper man silenced.

"Priest Ferretolum says he really wants to see how Kublum Street is doing tomorrow. Sorry to bother you, but could you give us some guidance?

"Huh? My common language is a tease, and..."

Newspapers make their eyes black and white.

"He wants the store manager, who is a star road artisan, to be sure to accompany him."

"Very on my feet...... alas, not as an interpreter, but as a star road craftsman what?

Again in a common language, the young priest seconded by the Cathedral responded with a bright face.

"Yes, I will carry you on the mountain road, so let's go together"

"That's a lot to be awed at."

"I'm a free person. I'm asking you to accompany me, of course."

I guess there's something I want the star road artisans to check on, not the interpreters.

... If the carpenter or some other craftsman goes instead and rejection is enough to be a hassle, I'd better go.

Kufushenka bracketed her belly as the person responsible for carrying out the Kublum Street Excavation project in support of the victims of the Great Fire (Risaya).