It's all one flower.

"Why do you come to the church of Kirkulus and listen to worship when you are a Fluxinus?"

"You heard me!

"Weren't you scared?

"What were you saying?

The inhabitants of the Eastern Parish bother.

Soldiers of the Nemoralis government army, in both the East and West parishes, face worship only on the day that the Ferretolum priest from the cathedral preaches.

We decided to come and the two of us, and the combination varies from time to time.

Kufshenka also couldn't help but wonder when she was present at the interpreter, but couldn't ask a boulder that question. I'm just amazed at the boldness of the confectioner's wife.

She talks about the soldier's reaction, waiting for the blurring to calm down.

"The soldiers of wizards sent to the Autonomous Communities, they all look young, but they're all long-lived races born before half a century of civil unrest, and they know a little about our faith. Of course, you said you weren't going to convert to saintly teaching because you were a wizard."

"Why are you here to listen to the preaching of the Cathedral priest if you're not even willing to believe him?

My head shook vertically throughout the classroom to one question.

Facing knitting classes that use vacant secondary school classes are those who have fallen prey to jobs because of injuries, illnesses, family circumstances and the disappearance of their places of work.

The confectioner's wife and Kufushenka were also involved in a battle between the star's mark (Shimamoto) and the Nemus Liberation Army, destroying the store.

The elderly Kufshenka gave up rebuilding and had the tailor further relocated, but the confectioner couple sometimes have sons still in elementary school, with a view to rebuilding them, and now sperm into another job. My wife's face in the knitting class is part of that.

"The soldiers are just fighting the Artel army, nothing. Our enemies aren't wacky. You better know each other's beliefs, because you don't have to be extra annoying between the same Nemoralists. But I don't know the sermon of Priest Ferrettorum until I know the common language, so the people who come to hear it are mostly with me, and I can't come every time because of the duty and all sorts of things, and then someone who can go there hears about it, and later, they spread the word to everyone that this was the story today."

... that demon soldiers were in Kirkurusian worship... inside the church?

Kufushenka was dazzled, but the soldier's words were too much (more).

The students are simply impressed to hear the confectioner's wife's excellent report.

"Heh, I'm gonna ask you"

"I didn't expect you to answer that."

"Me too. Next time, why don't I ask?

"What do you ask?

"Himitsu"

"If it was when the star sign was prestigious, I wouldn't have been able to."

In someone's voice, he quieted back like the classroom hit the water.

A confectioner's wife sees Kufu Shenka at the table with a troubled face.

The Lord of the Voice rushed off talking before the star road craftsman Kufshenka opened his mouth.

"So, Hola, that's it. I don't know what would have happened if it hadn't been magic."

"Right. Once upon a time, when the Civic Hospital had me magically cured clean by that sensei, the star sign would have killed the whole family."

"Don't you think? I don't know what they fixed you for?"

Earlier voices gain momentum in voices that speak of bitter memories.

"Priest Ferrettorum made it clear that the star sign was heretical, and he told me that magic was not all evil, so I could be treated safely."

"Until the PLA smashed the star sign, the priests said the same thing. It was important. I couldn't say anything."

"That's right. I deserved to be crushed in battle."

When the confectioner's wife said the potpourri in a quiet voice, the students whispered.

With the work of diplomats on assignment abroad, vaccines could be imported urgently through the Fraxinus Order and the General Trading Company Palumbina Corporation.

The Interim Government dispatched a team of doctors to the Autonomous Community of Listver to build a temporary hospital in the adjacent district of Grjaj, municipality of Zerneau, which still falls under treatment.

Although vaccines have not yet reached all unvaccinated people, the spread of the epidemic managed to be stopped with patient isolation and a focus on people at high risk of infection.

A sense of security that wouldn't kill you if you were treated by a curse doctor prevented the patient from covering up and led to an aggressive visit.

... The soldier's reply must be pre construction thought by a great man.

I can't help but tell the wife of a totally risen confectioner.

From the information given to us by the green-haired haulier Fiarlka and the blonde intelligence agent Razornik, it is only natural that, in view of the current situation, the Interim Government of Nemoralis deems it more appropriate for the overall national interest to generously protect the Autonomous Region of Listwar.

An attitude of kindness towards the people of the Autonomous Communities, as well as an attempt to make them understand the faith of Kirkulus, would be a means of softening the inhabitants.

Even if the purpose of the extraordinary government was "not to turn the world's Kirkurist nation against its enemies and to impress upon the outrageous republic of Artel", it would not be a reason to water the melting mood in the corner.

... Though I don't know how the war situation will change in the future.

No matter how the shape of the country changes, there is rarely a total replacement of the people living there.

If we could live in peaceful coexistence as we did before the civil unrest of half a century, we had no hesitation in dedicating all the time remaining to cooperation.

Now is a good time to refrain from the activity that the star sign (servant) stands out for.

"I'm glad you're curing me, but you're worried about temporary wards, more and more."

An aunt knitting gloves whispers to a fellow knitting socks next door.

"We've only been able to rebuild one hospital in the Eastern Parish, and the doctors, the nurses, the drugs, everything's missing, and we don't have a choice, do we?

"But I can't tell you how tight I am not to let you see me"

"It's not a good idea to move and spread the word, isn't it?

"If you can heal exactly and let me go home, I don't mind..."

"Now, believe me, we have to wait."

The conversation broke off and people moved the knitting needle silently.