It's all one flower.

The needle Amiella, taking one deep breath, thoughtfully got her hands in the water.

For a moment in the cold, I hold my breath.

As I stood still, I felt the magic flow in my skin.

As Amiela glanced up from the corrugated waters, the red-haired cleric sitting across the street said in such a condition as to ask for a divine commission.

"Where are you from"

"I am from the Listwar Autonomous Region on the island of Nenia"

I waited awhile, but the water didn't move like it did to jelly.

In the conference room on the second floor of the library, besides the Geemun cleric facing Amiela, the choir attached to the Second Temple of the King's Capital… (so to speak), the face of the choir gathers, breathing and watching the reaction of [Ming (ah) Kashi Mitsumi].

Fiarluca, the haulier who brought Amiela here, sipped tea like every other HR (one) in a remote seat.

Cleric Geemun looks up from the immobile water and looks around at the choir.

"Moving on to the next question, that's good"

The acknowledgement was returned with a deep sigh.

"You have magic."

"Yes, I have magic."

Amiella was answered without hesitation. With the fact that I can't move, I realize once again that I am the grandson of the [singing] scholastic witch Frizan theme.

The water did not respond to her answer.

Cleric Geemun keeps breathing.

"What is your faith"

"It's Kirkulus. … but I do not deny Fraxinus"

"Even if they don't think I can move due to lack of magic, it's me, and why don't you try and be a clear liar (when) to Texto about something?

Carrier Fiarlka put the teacup down and pinched his mouth.

For a moment, the choir sees the Lord of the Voice, but turns to the red-haired cleric without saying anything. Some pulled their jaws slightly and urged him with their eyes.

"So... what is your gender"

"I... am a man"

The surface of the water strips the fangs to Amiela's deliberate "statement different from the facts". Countless waves of triangles stood from the edge (two) of the silver deep dish and fell towards the center.

The air in the meeting room tends further.

"Have you ever used magic?"

"When I was in the Autonomous Community, I didn't know anything about it, so I couldn't use it. Since I left, various people have told me and now I can only use it a little bit.... Yea, I still can't do it alone, but I sang the [road guard] curse with everyone in the refugee camp"

The water is as quiet as a lie from the earlier upset.

"Are you a blood relative of singer Niptra Neumae"

"Yes, singer Niptra Neumae is my grandmother's sister"

Amiella's appearance is quite similar to that prevailing even when it comes to the sisters of her great-aunt, Kalindulla, Niptra Neumae.

A whisper leaked from all over the choir that it was [makeup] technique.

"Please tell me about your grandmother's faith and magic, the school"

"My grandmother's faith is Fraxinus. He was a powerful people just like my great-aunt, a scholar."

The water doesn't move.

"Please tell me about your grandmother's husband, your grandfather's faith and magic, his school"

"My grandfather died before I was born, and I just heard a little from my grandmother's best friend, okay?

"It's okay. Answer me in a way that affirms what I heard from him."

Amiela nodded silently, taking one deep breath and answering.

"My grandfather is a Kirkrussian of a people without power and cannot use magic"

"There are people who look worried about losing their magic, so lie to Texto."

Fiarlka says, peeking at a tablet device secured with a small tripod.

Cleric Geemun thought a little with a troubled face and twisted (twisted) the question out.

"Are you a powerless people"

"Erm, yes. I am a powerless people."

The water squirted again. [Ming (ah) Kashi Mirror] 's reaction reaffirms the authenticity of the statement, and the choir runs upset.

"Where did your grandparents live before the civil unrest of half a century"

"My grandparents lived on Nemoralis Island. But after half a century of civil unrest, families of different faiths became persecuted, fled everywhere, and by the end of civil unrest all my uncles and aunts had died, and only my youngest mother survived until after civil unrest."

The choir stuck to [Ming (Ah) Kashi Mitsumi], but Cleric Geemun coughed up one and silenced him.

"So here's my final question. Who do you think can sing a song called 'Teach Me True', sung by a group of singers who say 'Bouquet of Peace'? '

"Yes." True "is a song about the original teachings of Kirkulus, and it's music, so I don't care who sings it. It's okay for anyone to sing, Kirkuls or anyone with Flaxinus or other beliefs"

At the end of the day it's a delicate question to ask about the falsity of things, but with the fact that the water didn't move and the way things have been, people will think it's true.

Fiarlka, the people of the lake, stopped recording tablet terminals.

"So, anybody still have any questions?

A former cleric, Fiarlka, listened closely to each and every one of the choir of the Second Temple of the King's Capital.

The choir of various hair colors diverts their gaze from escaping the green eyes. The former cleric of the long-lived race, once again, looked around the conference room. No one speaks.

Amiella took a cold cut hand out of [Ming (Ah) Kashi Mirror (Micah)] 's water and wiped it with a handkerchief.

Red-haired cleric Geemun says, dampening his mouth with tea.

"Before the civil unrest of half a century, like her grandparents, couples of different faiths were founded without much blame"

"Big deal? You blamed me for something, didn't you?

A young man from Tenor asked a question without getting his hair in.

"Any marriage, anyway, is within you."

"Please don't delude me"

The well-attended voice of the youth blocked the serene voice of the cleric.