It's all one flower.

A small moonlight plays on the lake.

Roark never dreamed of seeing Lake Lacus at night in a place like this.

The Banksian priest standing next door would be more so. Priest Reflexio stops in front of the tent and gazes at the fragments of moonlight scattered over the blue.

[Simple junctions] are patrolled around the tent and do not send miscellaneous demons that have surfaced in abandoned ports. The cloth on the tent body was stained with [exorcism] [fire resistance] [cold resistance] [heat resistance] spells and curses, and I heard that the interior was comfortable regardless of the season.

Razornik, who came first and was ready, sits inside and waits.

It was Klaustra who brought Roark and the Reflexio priest here in a [leap]. Located in the eastern part of the island of Lanterna, the abandoned harbour has no other surviving artifacts besides the tent.

Early on she arrived, she left her tablet terminal with the priest and jumped to where the line would connect. Until we returned from giving and receiving data and charging, the three of us were to speak, but the priest did not move as he was fascinated.

"Priest, isn't it cold?

Roark's voice stirs and clouds white in the moonlight. Priest Reflexio matched in front of a feathered coat from the top of his sleeping roll, but kept his eyes open from the lake.

Razornik also speaks fluent common language from inside.

"There's no fire, but there's no need for wind in the tent."

"The waves..."

"Waves?"

Roark gazed at the lake.

The moonlight is certainly beautiful, but not now.

... for a moment, you see the light of the moon in the lake on the path of the holy star?

"There's something unnatural about the movement of the waves, but what the hell...?

When Priest Reflexio looked out for those pointing fingers, there was a slightly offshore twist of something crawling.

"Uh, that's the Lake Demon Sz. You must be tired, right?

Hear Razornik's voice on his back and gaze into the water.

I'm not sure about the distance, but the width of the twist seemed to be about the height of an adult.

... Demons? You swallow a whole lot of humans, don't you?

Bordered by the moon and the stars, the movement of the water can be seen floating. A tremor ran apart from the cold on the ravine of the lake.

"The big one is okay because he's a royal user demon. If you don't do anything, you won't attack people."

"Royal Tsukaima...... is it?

Priest Reflexio followed and repeated the words in Hunan. Neither did Razornik the boulder, apparently, know the translation of the common language.

"Magic, I can use small animals and other demons that are weaker than the operators. In short, someone rules and keeps him."

"The demon?

A turned priest turns back to the lake.

"Lake Lacus has the patronage of a goddess, so even if demons prey on creatures in this world, they don't materialize. So, without the flesh of this world, it gets bigger and bigger"

"The Lacrimaris royal family is using their demons to seal off the lake."

When Roark added to Lazolnik's explanation, the priest turned to his surprised face.

"A demon surrounded by lake water sinks ships and planes that defy the blockade on the lake. During half a century of civil unrest, the algae chips of the lake are still sinking."

In Lazolnik's pale account, the Banksian priest wanted to step back.

Here too, it leaves scars from half a century of civil unrest.

Roark remembered picking herbs that summer day with everyone at the mobile dealership. There is no glow of that summer late in the winter, and in the end, I don't think it's the same place.

Priest Reflexio finally entered the magic tent and Roark continued.

Exhale in warmth. It's about the size of a four person stay, but this time it's a day trip.

"Every time, the ruins of the hospital would be annoying, so I changed the place a little bit today."

Razornik causes the tablet terminal to display the downloaded map.

"Here and now. Lanterna Island."

"It's an island with a Church of Light."

"You got a knack for coming?

"No, I was taught by the people of the Luphus Light Mark Church that it is the only light that guides the innocent and clean people born on this island"

"Connected by a bridge, there's a bus, why didn't you think?

When Razornik heard, the priest raised his face from the terminal with momentum.

"Do you have a regular bus flight?

"Since the beginning of the war, the number has decreased, but for once, I've been running every day."

Razornik answers like a cotto that's nothing and lets Roark snort too.

It's connected to the city of Ignikans.

"I heard that setting the stage for a children's novel and boys and girls going out to the autonomous region of Lanterna in a tourist mood became a social problem."

"It's an entertainment novel for middle and high school students, but even adults have people who cut into the issue of faith. Because it's Hunan."

"I will try. If you don't mind, could you take it with you for the next time?

With more food than expected, Roark glanced at Lazolnik.

"The Artel line is arrayed right now, and you can't download the ebook. But if a paper book is found by someone from that church over there, it sucks."

Priest Reflexio drops his shoulder.

"Yeah. Well, I'll see what I can do soon."

"Thank you"

"So, priest, how have you been?

Razornik closed the map and asked to do public speaking as well.