It's all one flower.

The queue of worshippers proceeds and the entrance to the temple finally approaches.

... suddenly you're fucked.

Skinum's past, read in Roark's report, crosses his brain.

Cruillo exchanged glances with Leno.

Does Leno feel the same way, pulling his jaw small with a nervous face over Skinum's head? To avoid falling off, I found strength caged in my hands connected to a former theological student boy.

"Mr. Skinum, we're almost at the entrance to the temple."

"Yes, sir"

A boy in distress looks up and sees Leno.

"There's a pedestal at the entrance... and there's a pile of [magic crystals]."

The boy breathes.

Leno let go of his connected hand and held Skinum's shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, sir"

Even that short reply trembles.

"I give it to you every day at the spell store, when you bill... you do, don't you?

When Leno heard, Skinum nodded small.

The columns go a little further.

Cruillo explains as he looks at Skinum's complexion.

"The powerful people take a grain from the pedestal, hold it in their hands, cage their magic and dedicate it to the altar behind them"

"If you are a people without power..."

"Donate a new one at the entrance, or have someone cage your magic and dedicate it to the altar."

"The whole Wang capital is a magic formation, and a little magic can be poured into Qingju (blamebo) even through the waterways or just on the temple grounds, so if you can't seem to hold it, you don't have to work so hard..."

Leno describes Skinum as a "child not confident in magic" so that he is not disturbed by his surroundings.

"Thank you for your concern. I... won't run anymore."

"Well, don't tell me you're running away."

Cruillo moved half a step back and whispered.

"It's okay."

The answered voice trembles, but looks up and looks forward.

Leno turned his confused eyes to Cruillo.

The wizard Cruillo took one breath and put his strength into his belly, trying to tell him to be nothing.

"If it's hard, you don't have to.

All of us are one water compatriots. May the edges of the water connect with happiness.

Panisea Uni Flora does not exclude the creatures of the world who live on the banks of Lake Lacus. "

"... Kirkuls too?

"All the creatures of this world cannot live without water. The goddess doesn't care what that man's faith is."

"Because when the goddess became blue, there was no Fraxinus or Kirkrus, so I didn't know what faith was."

In a word Leno added, Skinum looked up at the two sides alternately with a face that said the scales had fallen out of his eyes.

"Are you sure you can tolerate anything?

"Anyone anywhere, magical or not, it doesn't matter what faith is"

Leno responds forcefully.

Skinum's face brightened.

"I... I'm fine"

"All right! Let's go together, then"

Cruillo urged with a gentle slap on Skinum's back.

A few steps up a wide range of stone steps saw a stone pedestal from the visitor's gap.

It is set up in several locations with wide entrances, each with a set of people (one or the other).

People pay tribute to a large stone dish set on a pedestal and take a pile of [magic crystals] and head back. The worshippers were overwhelmingly powerful people, and few hands of powerless people dedicated [crystals] to the pedestal.

Cruillo and the others' turn is approaching.

Skinum's expression disappears and his legs to the pedestal become dull.

"You don't have to work so hard."

Leno whispered, placing his hand on the boy's thin shoulder. I slipped through that hand and stepped out in front of the pedestal in a big step.

Under the stone dish, in a round large receptacle, take the rolled [crystal] from the top.

Skinum reached for the plate below.

"Boy, you've never been here before?

"Yes, sir"

Skinum's hand stops when his aunt calls out to him.

"Take it from the top. I'll go back down there and see if the clerk's missing."

"Yes. Thank you."

The aunt took one and just headed to the back where the white pillars lined up.

The pedestal stone dish is at the height of Skinum's eyes.

The [magic crystal] served on a stone dish is about the size of an empty bean, even if it is large.

A boy about elementary school is held up by a fatherly man and grabs a grain about the size of a soybean.

The worshippers of the powerful people, adults and children, take one at a time with their own hands.

Cruillo stood next to Skinum and took one. [Crystal], which was empty, dwells in magic and glows pale.

"The guy downstairs may have missed it when he fell, so take the top one"

"Yes."

Skinum nodded at Cruillo's description and reached for the stone dish.

"Ahh!"

Trembling fingers touched and several grains fell.

Leno grabs it in space and gently places it on the plate below.

"Shh, excuse me"

"It's okay, it's okay. There's a receptacle, and let's take it easy."

Skinum supported his pulled right hand with his left hand, this time successfully taking about a [crystal] of soybeans.

Grip in with your palms and exhale loudly.

Okay, let's go.

Cruillo said as lightly as possible, gently pressing Skinum's back.

A former theological student walks back with a pale smile.

He walked through between columns with floats such as trees and one flower, and stepped into the temple.

Wide passages are separated into outbound and return routes, and the guidance of clerics and guards can be heard from everywhere.

It's busier and more chattier than words of prayer than other loving chats with your companion.

I don't see the look on the faces of the people going before, but all the people going home are sunny and bright.

Skinum looks around uncommonly, keeping an eye on the rise of the wall.

"It's a mythical scene."

"Shinwa......"

"The old days are oral, so the heritage varies slightly from region to region."

"What?"

"Me too, I only knew the locals, but I was surprised Cravel people told me that."

Former Kirkulus theology students seem to have no words in Leno's story.

"So, the sculptures are subtly different from the temple, and some people go on pilgrimages all over the temple to enjoy the difference."

... but only for hippy rich people.

Cruillo added, sneaking inside.