The look on Philia's face handling the case was hard.
"I work for the Spiritual Temple, which is mainly concerned with meritorious ministry, the" Old Old Man ".
War widow, unaccompanied old man.
"Welfare policy?
"Wait. If you become the wife/parents of the meritorious minister, your relatives will take care of you... No, are there any people who didn't get a fold?
"Why...... ah, no.
Dan Arg was telling me why.
He lost his proud husband/son. Relatives treat me like I'm in the way.
And flown in, community.
Though there should naturally be those who are thankful and those who rest in their new days with their fellow citizens.
The unforgettable of the past, the one who remains in a sense of loss.
The unbearable in a relationship that licks the wounds together.
Loyalty to the host and resentment and.
Deeply heavy, shaken by two emotions.
"He who smells the same, will soon know".
Although it is the words of Don Norton, the perpetrator of the embezzlement.
He also felt that those who were not involved in the crime had something.
"The precursor was, there was. Sleep lotuses are chipped or the cleaning of the temple is neglected.
That said, the same pain, my people who know its roots.
Getting into a strong attitude prevented me from stepping in and talking.
Gently, I'll just clean it up for you instead.
Believe me, one day you'll feel better too.
"Was it broken or not?
Although I hear that these actions escalate during the period up to the "explosion".
"I thought that was due to the prestige of the Mel family….
Philia blocked the old man's words.
"Let's break it, let's hurt it, let's get dirty... because it doesn't invite that feeling.
The momentum on the spot, me stepping into the temple.
The meaning of Philia's words was understandable.
Though the floor of the temple, the ceiling, still showed a beautiful marble glow.
Sitting in the center, the stone building, also known as the Honesty, is slowly and plain gray.
No, it was almost black. Due to burning marks and iron rust stains that still spread over them.
And countless, missing by blades. of peeling, marks.
Violence and malice showered by the Mel family, its symbol.
You can't take that from the front, stubbornness.
The murderers would have been out of sight.
I should have been made aware of the weakness of my own enemies... the inferiority.
Finishing interviews with officials did not move Filia's expression.
I couldn't help but open my mouth, thinking it might be an extra word.
"Joe told me. 'These kinds of problems are not stories involving those above'. Plus, Dan Arg's words.... I think you're right.
Dan noticed, too.
So in case, I missed the dark vessel.
To protect the "Flowers" from increasingly black blood splashes.
But he was shaking himself.
I was blamed for that.
It was embedded in the worst spiral.
I got to take it off...
I have eyes for Marco Grimm.
"I see what Damian meant when he viewed His Excellency Karewala as a rival.
"You think it's the role of the Grimm family?... Marco, you too?
"Because I am not as gentleman or knight as Damien.
To Dan's place, instead of Rebecca, and in my place.
For a shield that wears blood and mud.
That's Damian's thirst.
Though it seems Marco sees something different.
The old man lay low.
"It's our downfall. If you deal with it early.
I'm trembling.
The workplace today reminds me of my son's glory, the stronghold of the day.
You shouldn't want to lose it.
"I don't blame you. We will continue to manage with similar people. When the Merle family members attend, once they have gathered all the parties involved, they should undergo a physical examination.
To a spare smile, we all look flat again.
Soak your feet in mud, no flowing blood splashes, Sleep Lotus.
Can I call that smile a flower?
"Well!"
Filia showing off her white teeth as well as exiting officials.
"It's after this happened. You can't let the people inside cook a meal.... Of course, I'm not going to let my guests make it.
Hey.
Marco, Serge. You guys can make army messes, too.
It's fine in a pot, in a pot.
I missed my eye.
I see, it's Master Filia's handicraft.
You'll want to try it. It's an honor, and I can be proud.
... let's just say it had a rustic flavor, worthy of the mountain.
Phyllia is always glowing.
I smiled exactly like a flower, though I was flustered.
The hindsight seemed smaller and smaller than usual.