It's all one flower.

Klaustra restored her usual composure only after the cafe's private room was full of sweet notes of smallpox tea.

It is a luxury store run by relatives of the theological student Farkill. Coffee and conditioning are top notch, and laying is expensive for regular high school students. Weekdays are used by rich people for hobby gatherings, tea parties, etc., for business meetings, entertainment, and holidays of companies dealing with products in the high price range.

Zhenhua tea is higher than the food court open cafe just now, but not the amount you can't pay in cash on hand. Roark was horrified and thanked the theological student Farkill.

"Because in times of trouble, we are each other. … I just thought it would be better to have a small place rather than a well-ventilated open cafe because the pharmaceutical ingredients of Zhenhua tea are in the aroma."

"I'm sorry to worry about you. Earlier..."

As Klaustra dressed as a “Holiday High School Girl” took her pretty purse out of Pochette, theological student Farkill dyed her cheeks by waving both hands in front of her chest.

"Yes, no, no, no, no! If Mr. Fax is feeling better, that's all, already..."

"What... but even though it's expensive"

Crying eyes stare at theological students. Furkill, a theological student, said something by turning it red to his ear, but he didn't know what it was all about.

... This one is easy to understand.

A brunette girl just thanked her sorry and rose to heaven. Roark glanced at Klaustra on the side. I can tell that the smile now is “acting”.

... Me, what kind of mine did you step through? No, we'll talk about reflection later.

I didn't miss a good opportunity to be just the three of us.

The aim today is to explore the movements of the Order of Kirkulus within the Artel Republic through the current state of the seminary.

In the church, you can only see the face of an omote for the faithful. Of all the contacts Roark can make, the closest thing to the inner circle of the denomination is their theological students. The same goes for the Reflexio Priest, who is enrolled in the Lufus Light Mark Church, but he, a common language speaker, is still unaware of Hunan conversations.

"Uh, hey, face... you're going to wash it"

Klaustra left the private room and Roark was left alone with the theological student Farkill.

Waiting for the door to close, the theological student listens with his face close to the tea bowl of Zhenhua Tea.

"What happened to Mr. Fax? If you don't mind, could you tell me?"

Roark answered in silence.

... That's what I want to know.

The theological student showed a bare gesture of getting lost for a while, but embarked on a table.

"If there's anything I can do to help, please tell me what it is"

"... are you confident you won't change your attitude when you ask?

Roark put down the words he dared to try and put his elbows on the tabletop and put his hands together in front of his face.

"... I'll do my best"

"Then I'm in trouble. If the fax gets a scratchy attitude, we may not be able to go out again."

The theological student Farkill is frightened.

Roark stares silently at his former classmate in the front.

The boy said clearly, holding his fist on the tabletop.

"I will never hurt her."

"Even if you don't have Townhouse Tea? Can you swear to the saints?

"Yes."

He is answered forcefully and instantly, realizes that he cannot buy any more time, and speaks of a swiftly crafted lie setting.

"... I've seen it. A good friend of mine is a warcraft."

I'm home.

"Welcome back."

Roark smiled at Klaustra, pretending to take care of nothing.

The girl stops at the table and lets her little neck tilt.

He said, "I wish Cactacare was really here."

As Roark glanced, the theological student Farkill nodded silently.

... to be honest or what?

Now, even if you graduate safely and become a clergyman, can you not keep secrets through when you receive a confession of foolish deeds from your followers? With that, I worry extra, and I rush to kick him out of my head.

"I don't have an internet connection and I'm worried about Mr. Octo."

"Mr. Farkill, do you know anything about this?

"At the end of the year, I was able to get discharged, but for the time being, he still needs home care and a rehab visit, and he doesn't have any prospect of when he can go back to seminary"

... Koitsu, pepper other people's personal circumstances... we'll help, but...

In terms of secrecy, I feel like someone who shouldn't be a priest. Or is it something that by the time you graduate your mouth will gain strength if you continue to learn at the seminary ahead?

"The whole dorm system...... was it? Then you'll feel safer with your family."

Klaustra sits next to Roark and smiles at the theological student Farkill.

"That's right. If you are still in need of medical attention... there are resident school doctors in seminary, but they are at your disposal to take care of the children who have returned to school. When you need generous nursing, you're still a little..."

Theological student Farkill was kneeling his arm.

"Are there any students back in seminary who haven't healed yet?

As Klaustra surprised him, the boy looked up and nodded.

"Neither did I, but those who had done so with minor injuries returned to seminary shortly after discharge. What we still need to look after are the children who still have sequelae even after their injuries have healed."

"Yea... oh dear..."

"What? Classes, even after that incident, are the same as before... are you making it normal?

The theological student nodded forcefully as Klaustra frowned feeling sorry for him and Roark was greatly surprised.

"Of course (of course) the school year we weren't in the chapel at that time, as usual, because those of us who survived are not relieved by the wax of giving in to evil terrorism"

From the theological student, the floating air blew up earlier.