It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio walks along a trail sewing wood alongside Captain Solgnac.

The wind, including green breath, is clear. The trees of Qin Peel (Tonerico) cast a shadow on the trail, and even the powerless people who cannot be protected from the heat by art should be comfortable.

I put them in handbags in half, but if I had thirteen manuscripts and three notebooks, I would eat them into my shoulders.

Under the cicadas, there were no words to exchange, and they proceeded to the Second Temple Library of Lacrimaris, the king's capital.

As soon as he stepped into the library, Captain Solniak exhaled (sighs).

The spelldoctor Septentorio lowered his eyes softly, thinking of the inconvenience of a powerless people and the harshness of life.

... Was it hot in the shade?

I saw Cleric Cruci in the back of the library. Looks like an investigation, spreading many thick books to your desk and enthusiastically writing them into the notebook by your side.

There are no other people, and the counter is deserted.

The spelldoctor laid his hands on the counter and peered back, but there was no sign of the scribe.

"Why don't you open it on the boulder and put it on the bookshelf?"

"Yep. Let's wait a while."

The two whisper and unload their bags at the desk in front of the counter. My eyes met with Cleric Cruci, who raised his face.

"Oh, it's been a while, Doctor."

"Long time no see. Do you know when the scribe will be back?

"Excuse me. I'm on duty. What book are you looking for?

"A little Kirkulus scripture..."

"Will the curse doctor read it?

A fellow Krutch priest glances at the green eye.

"I'd like to do a little research."

Captain Solgnac takes the manuscripts out of his handbag and arranges them. The brightly colored cover looked terribly out of place in this room surrounded by numerous bookshelves for some reason.

A green-haired cleric frowns the same color.

"Is this...?

"It's a popular novel for Artel's young people, and the author is also an Artel"

With that said, Captain Solgnac rolled through the pages of the first volume, pointing the illustration of the example at Cleric Cruci.

"That's a Royal Army controlled weapon. Are you sure this book was published in Artel?

The captain nods and opens the back page.

The publisher heard from Farkill boy that he is the biggest player in the Artel Republic.

The headquarters is naturally located on the mainland of Artel.

First edition, seventeenth brush.

It was also said that there are many ebooks in the countries of scientific civilization and that the fact that paper books will be so printed is in itself a rare sale at this time.

"Sure...... but this is for kids, so you didn't fall under the censorship of the Artel government?

"I don't know that far. Collaborators' children split up and looked through the entire volume, pulling out statements about magic and faith, etc."

The spelldoctor Septentorio also spread his luggage to his desk and handed the notebook to Cleric Cruci.

"I mean, like church architecture and priestly clothing, you want to wash out the magic embedded in Kirkrus?

"That's right. The fact that this has been published as it is is evidence that magic has remained in Artel's society and culture."

"I want to make sure that the Arthurians have a magical colour in the Kirkulus culture that they accept without any doubt, that the heretical ideas of the star's mark (servant) have led to misfortune and dissatisfaction in faith and society."

Captain Solgnac's voice, added, is feverish.

I guess the same is true not only of the Republic of Artel, but also of the Autonomous Region of Listver.

One moment, please.

Cleric Cruci entered the counter and pulled into the back of the door.

Slightly, I came with a thick book that would hurt my back if I were to hold it inadvertently. The weight placed on the desk sounds and transmits to the floor underfoot.

"This is the sacrament for priests. [Banned Bandage] is hung, so you can only read it in this room"

"It's not going to end in a day."

Captain Solgnac speaks to the secretary on duty to explain the crucible.

I'm going to be going through it a few times.

Given the burden of travel, it seems better to take an inn near here.

Manager Leno made me hold small grains of jewellery for my meal. One Captain Solniak is going to be able to stay in a cheap inn for a few days. Pass a sachet containing gems that do not dwell in magic.

"I will go to the nursing home to see how Mr. Kolchark and return to the village once. Tomorrow, I'm going to bring some extra inn money here, okay?

"I don't mind."

Captain Solgnac, a Kirkursian, can be examined more efficiently than the spelldoctor Septentorio, who has no preliminary knowledge.

The reason why the Kirkulus scriptures were kept in the Temple of Fraxinus last night has been explained. The captain acknowledged without any upset.

"Cleric Cruci, I'm afraid if you had the opportunity to meet with Mr. Fiarlka, could you please give me a message?

"I can email you right now, but what should I meet and talk to you about in person?

A cleric of the people of the lake takes out the tablet terminal.

The spelldoctor Septentorio saw his hand in the same comfort that even the magic showed him.

"I think you'll be fine with the email"

… in Lacrimalis territory, there is no danger of interception of communications.

Cleric Cruci completes and transmits the entry of the matter at about the same time as the dictation of Septentorio. I thanked him with admiration for the hand I was used to.

Within two minutes, the terminal shivers.

"They'll be here in about an hour, but what will you do?

He told me to wait, asked me to reply, exchanged information and killed time.