It's all one flower.

Ride a stream of people and enter one of the several temples in the king's capital Lacrimaris.

Cruillo took the [crystal] placed on the pedestal at the entrance to the temple. As soon as the childhood tame of a powerful people touches his hand, the crystals dwell a pale glow.

Leno, the powerless people, this time brought the [crystal of magic] that the funeral home Agoni and the others had put in their magic. It was paid for by the villagers to pack it in a small cloth bag.

... that the villagers have come to the temple of the King's capital as well.

I can't right now, but when we're all better, we'll be able to come in person.

The son of the village chief, the family of Mela, and those whom Agoni and the others had taken out to buy, had land surveys in the summer capitals of the king's capital Lacrimaris and Amitostigma.

Even the nearby temple of Miata is fine, but the temple of the Holy Land Lacrimalis will not only offer prayers, but will also provide an opportunity to spread the sight and hearing, as the principal said, to know society outside the village.

"Cruillo, when we're all better, the villagers invite us, too, to come back one more time, okay?

"Oh, it's an odd thing."

As a ghost at the familiar voice, Leno and Cruello turned at the same time.

Behind three unknown worshippers, old lady Silva smiles nostalgically. Leno wanted to escape, but the line of worship is a ghost. I just had to push and twitch forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen, are you in the king's capital now?

"No, something else, falling apart... did Mr. Silva and the others move to the King's Capital?

Cruillo replied normally.

Leno sees childhood taming without a voice.

"No way. I'm staying with you."

As one of the worshippers, I can't imagine this old lady smiling elegantly as an "armed organization solicitor".

Cruillo normally asks.

"Why are you here today?

"He's new in, and he wants to come to the goddess, so I brought him in. Thank you, Panisea Uni Flora."

A dark-haired young man standing next to him met at the edge of Leno's sight as he looked over his shoulder.

"What about this one, Mr. Silva?

The voice of a young man still has somewhere to be young. He's not a long-lived race, he's about a high school boy on the outside.

... to guerrillas even to such children?

"These are the people I used to work with. I know Mr. Roark, and he left with me."

In Silva's description, the deep green eyes shoot the Lenos.

... Why bother... hey, this kid survived your friend, too, Roark?

If you're as old as you look, you're more likely to be a classmate of Roark's.

"After you come, have a cup of tea, and don't you take your time talking to me?

"Right. It looks like it's going to get worse here."

Cruello understood perfectly and Leno crushed his liver, but the blonde childhood tame turned forward, "See you later," he said.

People get stuck tight, and even whispers reach the Silva's at this distance.

When Leno was answering the question, Cruello took out the tablet terminal with minimal movement and typed something forward. The terminal turns slightly at the edge of the field of vision. Leno looked sideways. Easier to read in bigger letters than usual, but with people pinched between them in the way, you won't see them from the Silva's.

Information gathering

Don't tell me you have this.

That's all the letters on the screen. Leno nodded with only his eyes and said.

"You know a good store?

"It's only my second time, and I don't know it."

The two of you behind me don't have a land survey, either, I won't say anything.

"Well, it's empty somewhere."

"I hope it's as cheap as possible."

"That would be nice."

Seeing as the story came together between the two of us, Silva gave her consent. Cruillo doesn't look back, let him snort loudly.

"See you later. We'll meet you as soon as we get out."

A guard and a cleric in charge of line organizing regulate the flow of worshippers in front of the altar hall.

Behind heads of various colors, completely leafy branches are stretched out into the autumn blue sky.

... here too.

No, in the temple, that would also be because it is closest to the altar where magic is gathered.

Following the often passed voices of the clergy, a group of people moved slowly. The people who entered the hall divided left and right and lined up on the banks (banks) of the patrolled water.

Cruillo stood to the right of Leno, a brunette boy next to his left, and an old woman, Silva, next to him.

The altar of this temple celebrates the main god Fraxinus and the goddess of the lake, Panisea Uni Flora, and Sturasi, the god of the Rock Mountains.

An artificial pond lined with stone is planted on the lake goddess, a stoned island built a step higher in the center of the pond, with a rock behind it that mimics the rocky mountains of Sturasi.

In the northern part of the island of Negna and on the island of Nemoralis, there were many temples just for the main goddess or the goddess of the lake, and the closest thing to Leno's home was the temple of the goddess.

Previously, the Western Temple I worshipped with everyone was dedicated only to the goddess of the lake, so I thought it was something similar in the sanctuary, but they didn't.

... There are only sanctuaries, and there are many different temples to build.

Leno takes [the crystal of magic] out of the sachet, cages every grain of prayer and sinks it into the water. The technique engraved on the stone activated and the magic pulled from the [crystal] gathered on the island. This is where they send us to the Grand Temple.

[Crystals] are sunk with prayer words (words) everywhere, emitting light at the bottom of the pond.

In a bowl-shaped pond, countless [crystals] sink out of magic. At the end of the day, the cleric retrieves it and puts it back at the entrance to the temple, but it's an uninterrupted number, not just in the pond.

... Everyone's wishes and magic in every one of these.

When Leno sank the last grain, he prayed that all those living on the banks of Lake Lacus could live in peace as "all one water compatriot", as the word of prayer said.