It's all one flower.

Roark took with Klaustra on Sunday to visit a shopping center in the capital of the Artel Republic, Rufus.

After the second presidential primaries, the Artel Army launched a massive equivalent operation. Hire warcraft exterminators not only from the island of Lanterna, but also from the neighbouring Republic of Lanterna, and put in one mercenary unit after another.

Radio news and newspapers reported that the extermination of the Warcraft has been completed in the capital, Rufus.

An investigation by the Klaustras, powerful people and local comrades found that the warcraft with the entity could really be eliminated, but the monster without the entity was still there, confirming that it was a situation that did not allow prediction.

The Artel government partially lifted the capital's outing solemnity, and high schools and universities resumed school attendance.

Rufus seminary and other dormitory-based schools have been the norm for some time, but holiday outings have been completely lifted.

The aim of the Roarks is the theological student Farkil Latti Folius.

Klaustra also visited the spellhouse on Friday.

I brought a [cosmetic] necklace with a different design than the one I always use.

"Will you take the usual off and hang this?

I don't know what it is, but I'll do as I'm told.

Klaustra cast a spell as she grabbed the pendant top and looked at the screen on the tablet terminal. It's a spell Roark doesn't know about.

"All right, I'm fine with this!

"What is it?

"Now, this face"

On the screen directed was a picture of when it was taken and when Roark used his pseudonym "Galecharfki" during the summer vacation. I didn't make a voice, so I was whimpering that I might find out.

"This [cosmetic] necklace is a little expensive, but it's going to look just like the surgeon thought."

"Heh..."

... can you be someone else? More and more con artists.

Communication interruptions persist and we cannot meet.

I just have to put up a net where I'm likely to stop by.

The two wait sipping substitute coffee at a cheap open cafe in a food court. This is where I used to bowl in with my target.

"Rufus' Warcraft, I'm glad you cleared it all up."

"I'm glad I didn't quit high school a little earlier."

"I can't help it. I don't know."

"Well no. But I regret that magical powers are more effective at exorcising creatures than the power of faith."

Confirming his settings as a high school girl fax and cousin, Galecharfki, he tells her to listen, "In this land, you cannot live without magic."

A person is more deaf to a disparaging voice than a compliment to someone.

"School's back on, but it's not too good to come out, it's so boring"

"Aren't you worried? If you run into a monster in or out of school, fuck it."

"What, I'm not worried?

Klaustra pretending to be a high school girl seeps into tears.

... Immediate acting... hmm? Is that it?

A large grain of tears spills from the deep blue eyes, passing down the white cheeks.

Rushing to wipe with the back of his hand didn't look very much like an act.

Klaustra, a normal girl, walked in fine day and night in an abandoned hospital full of frightened, shattered legs and miscellaneous demons.

At Rufus Light Mark Church, he emitted [Spears of Light] and stabbed Todome in the fortified warcraft by swallowing the [tears] of guerrillas.

Even touching the memories overflowing from the shattered [tears of the sorcerer] and the strong grief, he carried Roark to a safe place without moving.

There is no overlap between the previous face and the current tears.

"Oh, uh, the direction of worry, isn't it?

"Ho... ho..."

The voice that listens back is speechless with tears.

... Is this an act? A real thing?

Confused, but I can't borrow it in such an eye-catching place.

Continue acting as a high school girl and her cousin.

"My uncle and aunt trusted the army's special forces and thought Rufus was okay now, so they were worried about me so I wouldn't have trouble in the future because I was late for school."

"Ho... really?

Wet eyes probe Roark for the upper hand.

... Is this a real thing? Acting?

"Really. That's why I'm with you today. I'm not worried. You're not wacky, are you?

Anxiously shaking eyes restore some calm.

Roark lifted his hips off the chair.

"I'll get you some vanilla tea or something."

"Ugh... no... stay here"

Scratch again and distort your face, and your tear-wiping hands hide your crying face.

I saw a familiar face in Roark's eyes standing in trouble.

Theological student Farkil Latti Folius is alone in the aisle a little further away. I rushed off when my eyes met, but since when have I been watching?

Roark took one deep breath, stomping firmly on the floor and calling out.

"Mr. Farkill, long time no see!

"Oh, you know, Mr. Galecherfki, it's been a while"

"I'm sorry to see you so early, but could you buy me some townhearted tea?

"How many drinks?

He took it on comfortably, and Roark's cheeks were really hoarse and loose.

"Thank you! Don't take it, just one drink, please."

Klaustra finally regained his composure by inhaling the scent of pampered flower tea all over his chest.

"Oh... sorry"

"Oh, yes, no, because I'm going to buy mine"

Roark tried to give his tea money back to the theological student Farkill, but he was solidified.

"A little emotionally unstable..."

"What's wrong?

"I don't know what else to do. I had a knack for it."

Locke placed his hand on Klaustra's shoulder and tried to delude the theological student's query in versatile terms.

"Lutica... Lutica..."

"What? Hey... okay, that's enough. Because you don't have to remind me of the scary cotto!

Roark held Kraustra in tears as he stared into the void.