It's all one flower.

"Clouds and rain pour over the lake, moisturizing the earth.

The trees are green with wheat, and the river that runs through the earth returns to the lake.

It's all just one piece of water.

All those who embrace water in their bodies are compatriots of water beneath the rings of the sun.

Life of water, protection of water, all the edges to which water ties (eh).

We are all one water child.

Around the edge of the water.

In keeping with the priest's voice, the faithful chanted in unison.

Leno and Cruello are not late.

The dark-haired boy standing next to his left pulls his lips together and gazes at the pale glow of the underwater. Next to it, the old lady Silva closes her eyes and says the words of prayer.

Leno prayed vigilantly at the two of them, but everything was over.

A crowd of people moves through the voices of clerics and guards.

Leno and the others rode the stream and followed the temple.

The trees on the property also appear to have completely withered in winter, except for oaks, but the season is still autumn. Reminded of the technique taught by the spelldoctor Septentorio, Leno trembled.

"You two must be cold, right? Let's make it a warm cup of tea in the store."

Old lady Silva just goes out to the street lined with souvenir shops. One small pochette lightweight, but if there are [endless bags], the contents are not known.

The brunette boy follows the old lady in silence.

Leno and Cruello followed suit so they wouldn't lose sight of the crowd either.

The four of them laid back in a small coffee shop slightly behind the street. Cruillo sneaked up on the terminal and guided him with a gesture he stumbled upon.

Private rooms upstairs are surrounded by thick walls, but no doors. We just don't see each other at another table, but it's better than an open ground floor guest seat.

Because it's weekday or upstairs, there were no other guests besides the Lenos.

The tea I ordered arrives, waiting for the clerk to come down and the brunette boy asks.

"Is it true that you two say you know Mr. Rourke?

"That's right. You're Roark, your classmate?

Cruillo doesn't give you extra information and returns it with questions. Reno once again respected his childhood friendliness and tasted the scent of town flower tea so as not to say anything extra.

"Just for a little while."

"For a little while? You were safe because you transferred to school on the move?

"Moving? The transfer student is Mr. Roark's. What do you guys know about him?

The boy's voice sounded cold, and Leno groaned.

The report stated that Rourke had moved to the Luphus seminary in Artel's capital under the guidance of a star sign (servant).

... This kid, the Arthurian? Besides, theological students? What brings you to the king's temple?

Say as Silva sees it.

"You haven't introduced yourself yet. I, you all know, let's skip it."

"I'm late for my application. I'm Ziolito. It's nothing now."

"Nothing? Do you know what Mr. Silva is up to?

When Cruillo chose words to listen to, the boy named Ziolito had a thin grin on his lips.

"Do you know who you are and tea with ease?

... Do you know even the solicitors of the Nemoralis Panic Squad are beside you?

Leno wrapped his tea apparatus with both hands and inhaled the scent all over his chest. exhale slowly and say.

"We've gone away, but you're going to stay with Mr. Silva?

"Tell me what Mr. Roark was doing when he was participating in Mr. Silva's activities"

Over there, too, they're going to return the information they don't want to give to you with questions.

When Leno ate up his teeth, Cruillo answered.

"Mr. Ziolito... is that it? What are you gonna do when you find out about it? Do you want to grass in the garden?

"I don't know if I can, if I don't ask"

The boy's eyes in response looked sincere.

"What? Are you really going to trap a garden grass or a flowerbed worm in Mr. Silva's relative's villa?

"And I plowed the fields, planted vegetable seedlings, and watered them with wells. It was all in the middle of summer, in the awesome hot weather, and I was about to fall."

"Really farming?

When Leno and Cruillo asked back in surprise, Ziolito asked the old lady sipping tea next door.

"Yep. Because food was scarce. Then, the worm is used as the material for your medicine."

"Will the worm be the medicine?

"Not only the two of you, Mr. Roark, but the pharmacist and needle were with you. We've been making magic pills for you."

Guerrilla solicitors look alternately at Leno and Cruello and listen with a body concerned about the safety of the acquaintance.

"Did I say Mr. Awellana? How's the lady from that lake? Which way now?

"Terrorists and air raids tore my family apart, but after breaking up with Mr. Silva and his brothers, I was able to reunite with your brother."

"You're with your brother now, aren't you? Good for you. Do you have any contact information?

"No, not at all. He said he was going to find another family."

Cruillo returned one subtle answer after another, which is not a lie but does not teach the key.

"Are the rest of your family safe?

"Looks like it. She reunited with someone she knew in Rachka and the person told me a lot about it. But because the makeshift is full everywhere and we have no clue where we are right now, well... here's what we all look like."

While Cruillo talks, Silva hammers and Ziolito listens with a worthy eye.

Leno listened thoughtfully.

"How are Mr. Oriole, Mr. Journitol and Mr. Cleve?

"After that, Mr. Journitol left."

"Even though you have the power to fight?

Cruillo asks unexpectedly.

The magic warrior of the people of the lake, Journitol, made his way through the Nemoralis Grief Squad with the others on the occasion of the Nemoralis government forces showing movement on the Artel mainland.

He spent some time in the refugee camp, but was requested in the matter of the city of Yarbraka and returned to the original security company.

Cruillo assisted Awellana, the pharmacist, and fought the scaly spider with the guard Journitles.

Leno looks at Silva and the others, impressed with the childhood taming she asked with a face that didn't eat anything, turning off her expression so she wouldn't pull her leg.

The solicitor of the guerrilla replied sayingly.