It's all one flower.

"Since Lord Sheratan concealed himself, there has been a significant decline in lake water"

"It must be because of an air raid by the Artel army."

Island guard Magan Sadwis raised his face, but from the look on General Al Jadi's face, the danger does not disappear.

"It is too steep for a temple on the island of Nenia to have been destroyed by air raids only if a large number of them have been destroyed"

"Then... my sister must be neglecting her duties."

"With that said, it seems that the Lacrimaris royal family mobilized the Qin Peel (Tonerico) of Wangdu last fall."

"Septentorio, have you noticed?"

"Because the deciduous leaves were very fast."

In an exchange between the two, the young island guard opened his eyes.

"Are you that surprised?

A thorn of contempt grows in Al Jadi's voice.

"So, because you can't get off this island forever... you won't be wacky to know, even though you won't say it on the radio"

"So, what's this, this little water volume, what?

Al Judy stuffs up another step and absurds his narrative.

Around the altar is a reservoir that mimics Lake Lacus.

On the stone walls of the temple, the former water level is carved like an annual wheel. The difference from the highest trace to the current surface was also about the height of the adult.

Deeply penetrated waterways flow hard, but if they continue to fall, water output will not keep pace with the amount of water flowing out.

"At my grandson's funeral, you said you had a cold and you had a sore throat, so I said," Did you ever do that? "

"I'm still doing my best with this! But I'm not as magical as my uncle and sister."

"My oldest son and I don't want to throw up bullshit!

Al Jadi drank without telling everyone, and the young island guard let his tears seep in with breath.

"If you say you've done your duty properly as an island guard in this Zama, let me see it in front of you. If you really don't have enough magic, why don't you help me and this septentrio"

"What? Oh, you know, I'm the [water-calling] curse..."

"Even if you don't remember, if you hold the [crystal] and hold hands, you can accommodate magic."

Originally, he came to offer his magic to the altar, but when he saw the island guard crying like a child, Septentorio stuck his hands in his white pocket.

I'll try to get a little out of the way.

"Is your grandson dead?"

"Uhm. My last grandson got sick... last year... when Gardenia launched a massive offensive. It would have been helpful if it had been normal, but for how many minutes, there wasn't enough medical attention."

"... excuse me"

"In the old body of the everlasting race, we don't even know if we were able to withstand the healing load of [white wings]"

Magan Sadwis pointed his face at Septentorio, smeared with tears. In the [Blue One-Winged] school of healing wounds, you can't fathom the disease.

Shimamoto wiped his tears with the back of his hand (plush) and gave a thin grin to his lips.

"Useless"

"Don't you say that!

A loud voice (daiyo) reprimand flew into the whisper, and Magan Sadwis stopped moving as if he had been tangled up in a [purple electric (shiden) net].

"So, did you ever [call for water] after you became an island guard?

"Uncle... terrible... I'm not even [singing], but I'm working so hard"

"How can you say what you worked so hard for? Can't you see this pitiful water level?

"Because... because..."

Shimadashi Magan Sadwis cried again, unworthy of his age.

Sheratan, the sister of the Shimadaemon, is not a [singing] school, but a [sacrificial thorn (moz)] school, which specializes in other techniques, but a [tear] working on the Goddesses' [water call], every time of ritual, every month of prayer.

"... that's enough. Okay."

Magan Sadwis stopped crying pitifully as Al Judy threw up with his sighs. Rub your eyesight with the back of your hand and gaze at your frightened uncle's complexion.

"I don't expect another one from you. I'll do it this time."

Al Jadi stood at the front of the altar resting Bi Ling, the ancestral god Lactea, pushing back and forth (of) Shimamoto Magan Sadwis.

... General Unuk Elhaia didn't visit here.

Given the temperament of General Bebe, who unites the Nemus Liberation Army, I don't think this level of reprimand is enough. When next, should General Unuk Elhaia be in a situation where he might even visit to check the water level, the island guards would be more nervous and in the management of the lake water, rather than in such a sweet manner.

Septentorio walked over to the right pedestal and added six large [crystals] filled with magic to those served earlier.

Stand beside Al-Jadi with one remaining hand.

"Give me strength..."

"Shit."

Al Judy took the hand offered with [the crystal of magic] and turned a gentle smile. It's not the general of the Nemoralis government army, it's the face of a distant uncle I've seen for a long time. [Crystal] was sandwiched, and when he lay his hands on the septentorio, he faced (I want to blame) Beeling on the altar.

"It's the grandgod Lactea. Our distant ancestors. Fill our lake with its flowing tears, and soothe and moisturize the thirst of the living and living that dwell in the land."

Al Judy chanted a good song as he breathed down.

"Blue light droplets stain the ground

In the beginning, if you were there, you'd be moistened.

Tan (Fuchi) overflowing (Hafu) true water (Samizu) is a fine wave (Isarami) standing and rolling (Tagi) Tsuze irrigation (so) gu

Miso Lake is an empty rain collection

A sea of tearful sand To a sea of green shooting

Wet in tears, blue fields, all flowers. "

Septentorio matched his voice and was attacked by the feeling of being deprived of heat from within him through the [crystal]. In proportion, the light that dwells in Beeling increases its radiance, and the overflowing water increases its momentum.

A thin, unreliable waterfall falling off the pedestal began to splash (shine) as hard as it breathed back.

Unbeaten by the sound of rolling water, Al Jadi repeatedly called [water call]. The drops running through its forehead are not sure if it is a splash from the pedestal or a seeping sweat.

... Heavy... [Water Calling] means so much...!

As soon as the chant was finished several times and freed from the hands of the operator, Septentorio had his legs fluttered. He grabbed his shoulder by the hand and couldn't help but fall.

No voice, looking up at Al Jadi.

"Does it matter?

"Just give it a rest... it'll be fine"

[Crystal], which became the magic flow path, was returned to the pocket of the white coat, and once again I saw Bi Ling (hehe clean).

The thin stream just now builds momentum like a lie and restores water volume while watching.

"Aren't you going back to the army?

"Because I'm busy supporting refugee camps"

"Army hospitals are understaffed, too. If you ever want to help a people who stay in the country, I want you to speak up."

Al Jadi turns his back when he returns to the face of the "General" without waiting for a reply.

When did you leave, there was no sign of Islandguard Magan Sadwis.