It's all one flower.

The next morning, as the Roarks went to work at the spellhouse, the haulier Fiarlka was waiting.

"That was a disaster. These are [exorcisms] and [shock-resistant] skin clothes and [magic crystals]."

I was given a new [cosmetic] necklace and a short sleeve shirt with [magic crystal], spells and curses.

"Oh, my God, such a big injury! Mr. Roark, you're dying! Why are you letting me go again?

Skinum's disturbed voice is almost a scream.

Roark showed his chest again this morning, curling (meshing) his shirt.

"I'm perfectly cured thanks to Mr. Awellana, so I'm fine. It's like being hurt is a lie."

"I'm not lying! To the Warcraft again, oh, no!

Shouted in tears, Roark asked Fiarlka for help with his gaze as to what was going on.

... even though it's no big deal compared to the Aquillo base operation.

At that time, I was protected by the wizard guerrillas, almost intact and able to return to base, but in terms of danger, that operation is far above me.

Gentius, the curse shop owner, made a face out of the back working room.

"Hey Skinum! No, I didn't say that. So go ahead and start the shop!

"So, but, Mr. Store Manager, aren't you worried about Mr. Locke?

Skinum wipes tears with her sleeves.

"Roark wasn't just hired by me, he was hired by Fiarlka. How can you do this to me?"

"Unlike the boy, this co is prepared to act on his own will to make this entire shore of Lake Lacus peaceful."

"But at your request..."

"There are so many parts that overlap with my activities that I've been offered a lot of help, but even if I didn't say anything, this Co would have worked in Artel territory."

Roark nodded deeply.

"Thanks to the tools and money Mr. Fiarlka gave us, we can operate safely."

"So, but there's a warcraft at Rufus Light Mark Church!

"Last year, as a member of the guerrillas, I took part in combat training and operations to crush the base of the Artel army. With weapons, be it warcraft or regular soldiers"

"No... I don't...!

Skinum clings to Roark and cries.

Manager Gentius brewed the town flower tea and placed the cup on the counter.

Roark says, gently peeling Skinum's hand off, getting his clothes ready.

"I'm ready to kill you, I'm ready to be killed. If you can put an end to the battle you fought because of your faith, you don't have to spare your life."

Skinum turned his eyes to see something incredible to Roark and shook his pale lips, but his breath just leaked and he was speechless.

Roark himself felt that the purpose of living clearly in his mind and consciousness was entrenched by making clear the thoughts he had so far vaguely held, and a smile spilled.

... right. I decided to break up with everyone for this.

When I lived in the Nemoralis Republic, as a Hidden Kirkulus, I continued to falsify all of my faith and life.

He decided to throw away his false mask and go on with his real life.

I couldn't afford to act on the dark clouds and fail like that winter day anymore.

"I'm not a wacko who wants to throw his life away for nothing, so I'll do everything I can to protect his life."

Skinum turns an unconvincing eye to Roark, although he stopped crying with the potency of the Zhenhua tea.

"Skinum, put your life on the line, but it's not a foot pull for a guy with a knot."

"But..."

"What authority does Boya have to stop this co?

"Because, both of you, aren't you worried about Mr. Rourke?

Former theological student Skinum turns to Gentius store manager and haulier Fiarluca.

Roark approached the door half a step.

"Well, I abandoned the house and offered you guys a place to go home and a job"

"I've provided information, activity funds and tools to make it safe to operate, and I don't want to kill this Co and I'm not the one giving the instructions."

"But..."

Skinum eats down to the two people of the lake.

"I'm a powerless land people, and I know exactly what Kirkulus faith and society are, and I can't do it without him, so please"

Roark nodded and sent a caged gaze of gratitude to both of them.

"Artel is about to begin the presidential preliminary and national political elections"

"Artel's election......? And what does that have to do with Mr. Rourke?

A former theological student, Skinum, turns back to Roark, who moved diagonally back.

"Half the MPs will be put in. Somehow, I want to increase the number of Arthurians who want peace, and the number of candidates who say they will interact with the Nemoralis."

"To do that, we need information. If you find out, don't interrupt."

Skinum bit his lip and was half-dropped and nodded.

Roark returned to the inn and wore a magical embroidered skin outfit and two necklaces.

The meeting place with Klaustra is at the west gate of the city of Kardafstvaw. Screw the [protective gloves] into your trouser pocket so that you do not step on the previous one.

I saw the watch flickering and hurried to the city on the ground.

"That pharmacist is pretty good."

"Looks like you had a pretty rough time during the civil unrest."

"Right. Take this for protection."

I was given a thin silver string. A [magic crystal] was attached to the end with hardware, and I found it to be magical, but I don't know how to use it.

"[Curse]. If you hold the [crystal] and remember, it works just like that. Thin, but will buy you some time"

"Thank you"

Put it in the opposite pocket and hold hands with Klaustra. [Leaps] The other day's lair.

The rest of the bedroom has only a small kitchen and bath, toilet, but the construction is rugged and seems to be a property to be built from before the end of half a century of civil unrest. Three houses a floor, but there were no houses to put out plaques.

"Southeast Rufus, the most inland neighborhood in the capital."

Mixed low-rise miscellaneous buildings and apartments, private shops everywhere.

I took the route bus to Rufus Light Mark Church.