It's all one flower.

The chapel door opened as planned.

A large number of Kirkuls turn to the front yard at all costs.

The lower ecclesiastical priests, officials and volunteers of the Luphus Light Mark Church greeted the pastoral children and emptied the chapel without great confusion.

Officials collect forgotten items from the congregation seats.

The people, who had waited for hours in flames, were finally recruited into the cool chapel and took their seats with a revived face.

The two of them were able to sit in a pretty good seat slightly ahead of the center.

Klaustra rarely looked around the chapel, and Roark flickered, but many Artelians also visited for the first time, and the sound of taking pictures on a tablet device could be heard from there.

"Thank you for turning off your tablet device when prayer begins"

A middle-aged man standing beside a sermon stand calls Mike with one hand.

... that? Did you hear this voice somewhere?

Roark gazed, but I can't really see anyone in the way who finishes picking up a place and goes to the bathroom or something. I gave up and telephotographed the camera on the terminal and took one.

"Ahh!"

"What's going on?

"What? Oh, yeah, it's nothing"

Roark pointed to the photo he had just taken and hit the text.

- I'm Senator Pajomok.

That's the face I saw at the party at Senator Padsnyjenik's house in Rachka.

Senator Pajomok is also one of the branch party executives in Qin Pei (Tonerico), but he has no idea why he would help him to worship with dignity in a church in Artel territory.

"Hmm."

Klaustra replied carelessly and messed with the terminal looking bored. Slightly tilt the screen to indicate to the loke.

- You're the branch party of Qin Pei (Tonerico).

Roark caught his jaw slightly and glanced around with his eyes alone.

Artel's Kirkuls are busy for their own good, and no one turns their attention to them as far as they can see.

... Something wrong with Nemoralis?

I think for a moment, I think of the possibility that the Nemus Liberation Army found out I was a Hidden Kirkurus and ran away.

Grabbing the microphone beside the sermon stand, he shows off the skillful tongues he worked out in his speech and fills the time of those waiting for evening prayers.

None of the topics made it stink at all to be a Nemoralist or a MP in the unobtrusive public discourse that rattled recent news.

It is time and the door in the back right of the chapel opens.

Following a young priest with a thick sacrament, a new archbishop with a lamp representing the lamp of knowledge (and mobiles) quietly entered the chapel.

Without the need for Senator Pajomok to call attention, the congregation's private language stopped as the tide drew.

"From now on, we will carry out our evening prayers. Ladies and gentlemen, please stand up."

When MC Senator Pajomok urged the tone again, the congregation quietly raised its hips from the wooden bench. Roark and Klaustra also rise with their surroundings.

Three priests then entered, one by one, lined up beside the sermon stand, followed by a choir of about twenty.

A leading priest opened the scripture to the scripture stand on the stage, and the new archbishop took the preaching stand in the wrong place. Look around the congregation and state the dictates of the decree.

"Thank you so much for gathering with so many good boys and girls in the heat of the day. Whether you are in terrorism, war, recession, or any other darkness, the light of knowledge that the saints have dotted brightens and guides your path."

"Let's sing together. It's the twenty-fourth of the psalms."

The Archbishop, in his mid-fifties or so, raised the lamp high when he finished saying it.

In the voice of the MC, the congregation opens a thin Biblical page for the general faithful. Other than the sound of the paper rubbing (scrubbing), I can't hear one cough (shivering).

... Huh? You don't have a Bible, do you?

As Roark glanced next door, Klaustra had his tablet terminal display a score, stretching his spine. They've already investigated it.

I looked forward in dismay. At this time, it is decided not to ask about the case where the terminal is said to be powered off.

Roark himself was gutted into music time at his grandfather's home and at Rufus seminary. Without having to look at the score, all the psalms can be sung in a common language.

Three priests waved a silver handbell at the same time.

Different tones of height overlap, becoming chords and echoing the high ceiling of the chapel.

"At the beginning of a day in the light rising east..."

Slightly behind the choir's aligned singing, the congregation's obsessive songs overlapped. I cleared my ears, but I can't hear Klaustra.

... Do you do it with your mouth flat?

"Heavenly Plains on the Path of the Shining Sun Wheel

Without anything that would hinder (even) the pale aerial sky.

The Miyuki of Heavenly Road... "

I don't know about school, but she's a long-lived race of powerful people, a wizard.

This hymn...... The song that rewrote the spell of the curse [Empty Guardian (also) Ri (uu)] to the lyrics of the common word may be hard to sing by rejecting.

... and this, if you think about what the lyrics mean, he's the one who sings in the morning, right?

This is a curse that defies the filth within the bounds of the [Michima] technique.

On Yourcast, I've seen videos that Oratorix described for refugee camp learning. She is a soprano singer and a scholarly sorcerer.

The melodies are the same. But I sang them in a common language, and they do not activate any effect.

"Windy Passage (…) Blowing Cloud Passage (…) Flowing Bird Passage (…) Shoryuku

The protection of a day that shines brightly. "

If the great man told me, it was in the midst of a group of blind followers, without any regard for meaning or content, and Roark thought of his solitude.

The song ends, and the priest at the right end rings the handbell once, high.

"Ladies and gentlemen, let us pray for the peace of our souls for the victims of terrorism using evil and for those hung from the fangs of a lost beast."

The new archbishop called the congregation with the lamp resting on the lighthouse on the stage.