It's all one flower.

Skinum whispers something.

Cruillo, slightly bent over and put his face closer.

"Is there nothing like Scripture?

"I don't."

"Different myths...... folks, do you believe in each one?

"Yes, I am."

"So how can you maintain faith?

"I'll talk to you later, because I'm here."

Cruillo whispered in Skinum's ear, stretching his spine.

Skinum also noticed that it was a bad idea to tell a story like that here on the boulder, raising his gait slightly and packing a distance from the worshippers who would go in front.

Cruillo hands-on his memories of how his home temple was.

In the memory of Amana's admission celebrations and his own job celebrations, the Temple of Panisea Uni Flora in the city of Zerneau was a complete landscape.

Trying to remember the resurgence of the passage, the memories of the temples everywhere I worshipped after the war become mixed and unclear.

The adults taught me that it was an emergent existence or a mythical occasion, but I had never seen it particularly consciously.

Myths have also never been learned by progressing on their own, just touching and hearing some fold and somehow remembering it.

With fluffy memories and perceptions, no matter what the details were asked, I wasn't likely to be able to answer what was different.

The surfacing of the visible walls over people's heads is fragmentary and we don't know which scene it is.

... Morph, your picture book... No, is that just Nemoralis?

When he reunited on the old street in the hem of the Ougari Mountains, Juvenile Soldier Morph had, for some reason, a Fluxinusian picture book.

For a while, Medvege and Rafe taught me how to read and I still read back sometimes to see what I liked.

The Kruillos were surprised to hear that Captain Solgnac had bought them in the city of Racica. It was explained at the end of the volume that it was because the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association would solicit "All One Flower" lyrics.

Still, it's surprising that two adults in the Star Way Prostitute Army won't stop Juvenile Soldier Morph from reading.

... Is a Lacrimaris bookstore a loose picture book like that too?

As the altar approaches, the row progresses slowly.

Still, no one messes with the tablet device like the audience for the election speech we saw on the mainland of Artel.

A pilgrimage from simply a magical civilized country may just not have it, but Cruillo also, for some reason, didn't want to find out where the bookstore was now.

The wind containing the smell of water gently strokes the hot cheeks due to human fever.

"It's almost the altar hall."

"... Yes"

Speaking up, Skinum's reply was plundered.

Leno turns his arm around his thin shoulder.

"I've been able to get here, and I'm fine"

Slap her shoulder gently and let go.

Skinum nodded deeply and turned forward.

"Divide left and right and slowly move forward to the altar"

"Here, I'm empty."

Guided by clerics and guards, groups of people divide left and right.

Rock masses mimic the great trees and rocky mountains that spread the branches of winter withers in a wide space.

"May the leaf shade of Qin Peel (Tonerico) protect you from dryness"

"The high roof stretches into heaven, and the rock is deep into the bottom of the earth."

"May all of us be one water compatriot. May the edges of the water connect with happiness."

When I got here, there were more voices chanting prayer words (words) than talking to boulders.

Come on. Come on.

Leno holds Skinum's shoulder and leads him to the voice of the guard. Cruillo walked right behind a former theological student who took a bumpy leg.

Draw the water from the Great Temple and kneel (kneel first) before the water altar that mimics Lake Lacus.

"May the edge of the water be fortunate."

Leno put [the crystal of magic] out of his coat's pocket and sank it into the water with prayer words (words). Light light rolls along the slope at the bottom, releasing stored magic in response to curses and spells engraved on the bedrock.

Looking up at the rock masses and the great trees lit by the pale light, he felt comfortable tightening himself to his majestic appearance.

"From here, the tears of the Goddess of the Great Temple" Blue Dragon "are infused with magic to produce the water of the lake and seal the dragon of drought."

Cruillo explains in a low voice and opens his hands. The [crystal], which was empty, dwelt in magic and shined just like a large number of prayers sinking into the bottom of the water.

"I don't care if you say a prayer or not."

"Are you sure?

A surprised face turns this way.

"The point is, thanks and magic are all we need to deliver to the gods who give us the grace of water."

Cruillo took his hand off the [crystal] without saying a word of prayer.

"... I'm really..."

Skinum fades when he says he is pagan almost exclusively because of the movement of his mouth.

Once again, Cruillo uttered a word of prayer.

"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 hold water in their bodies are compatriots of water beneath the circle 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.

Skinum turned this way.

"Of course, the fish that live on Lake Lacus, the people who live on the shore, the birds, the beasts, the plants… all the creatures of this world are companions"

"No one can be excluded."

Leno says, wrapping his fists tightly gripped with both hands.

"Open your hands."

A large hand of bakers tenders the luxurious hand of a former Kirkurus theological student. A thin finger opened so that the winter buds spread the leaves.

About soy [crystal] lights palms.

... This Co is more magical than me. I've always been safe with this.

It's dangerous to burst your magic with some kind of bounce. If you don't master how to control magic, it can cause things that aren't self-loathing.

But just touching [the crystal of magic] scares me so much.

I couldn't force myself.

... I'll have to talk to the manager later.

Leno tilts Skinum's hand and sinks the [Crystal of Magic] into the waters that were championed on the altar.

The little glow received by the Goddess's tears soon joined with the other glows and became confused and clueless.