It's all one flower.

Kufshenka, for the first time in a long time, showed his face to a church in the West Parish.

The attack by the Nemus Liberation Army on the autonomous community of Listver made the estate district of the Western parish a battlefield, causing damage to commercial districts and estate buildings, such as the tailor of Kufushenka.

Fortunately, the church was safe, and the people who lost their place of residence stepped aside and raised the steeple.

Now that we have moved into temporary housing, the church is operating as usual.

Since that winter, I have attended churches in the Eastern Parish in support of the victims of the Great Fire (Risa Yisha), and my feet have been completely far from this church.

Kufshenka came to the Western Church for the first time in about a year and a half because she was called by a confectioner's wife.

The confectioner's wife snubbed her voice as she went up to the residential part of the tailor where she was somehow safe.

"The Cathedral sent one priest to support the faith of the Autonomous Communities at the beginning of this month. That priest is a little."

"Were you a bad person?

The cathedral is the heart of Kirkulus, and the Autonomous Community of Listver is a peripheral land surrounded by heathens.

Someone with a fairly high level of ambition, or someone who lost his legs and hated coming in a left transition? To Kufushenka, I could only imagine both extremes.

When he took office, residents were still sleeping in the church, and the welcoming party and inauguration ceremony took place in the auditorium of Listver University.

Kufshenka also attended as one of the craftsmen of Star Road.

I was tired of the crowd and pulled him off early and just exchanged a word or two to greet him, and I haven't confirmed his being.

The priest sent over is a Banksian.

We can only speak a common language, so we'll have a lot of difficulty with each other.

The confectioner's wife shook her neck to the side and sighed (sighs) small.

"I don't think he's a bad guy."

"I don't understand the words, and it's a lot of trouble?

"Around there, we're each other because I'm not wacky about proficiency in the common language either, which is fine.... Well, you'll see."

The way, the confectioner's wife said something. She looked like she did, but in the end, she got there within saying nothing.

Stop in front of the chapel and ear to Kufshenka.

"The manager is a master of the common language, so please tell me what the new priest is saying later"

"The priest of the West Parish, won't you interpret?

"I think you're pretty construed like that."

The confectioner's wife walked into the chapel, pulling Kufshenka's hand.

Sunday, but the morning prayer is over and there is no one but around the sermon stand.

... Even though there were quite a few people left who wanted to pray alone before.

Residents of the estate district also had chest pains when they were busy rebuilding their businesses and lives and no longer even had time to pray.

Now in the chapel are two example priests and two former star plaques (servants), accompanied by a banker's wife as an interpreter diagonally behind the priest.

The banker's wife, who seemed to have returned, noticed the Kufshenkas and brightened her face. Wave small at the two, but the priest with his forehead retreated completely unaware, and wave a hot valve (fluff) at the two former and star signs (servants) in the common language.

"Hi Store Manager, You can join us today."

When the banker's wife stopped interpreting and called out, both the priest and the former star sign (Shinobei) finally realized. Two men look at each other and say, "Thank you."

"It's a little cool today, isn't it? That's how you got out."

"I've been caged in the house, and I don't think it's a good idea to reject it. I just called you."

Translated by the banker's wife, the Banksian priest welcomed the two with a full grin.

"You sure are glad to see the cheerful faces of the star road craftsmen"

"Don't even show your face to worship, I'm afraid"

When Kufshenka returned it in fluent common language, the priest mixed relief with a smile.

"Ma'am, you'll be busy, so I'll talk to you later, and I'll interpret."

"Oh, are you sure? Thank you. Sweet for your words."

The banker's wife told the priest that she would take turns, and he left without waiting for a reply. The former star sign (servant) drops him off with envy, and the confectioner's wife laughs bitterly.

"It's an old thing, please let me sit down for a moment"

When Kufshenka lowered her hips to the long chair in the front row, supported by the confectioner's wife, the priest urged both former and star signs (servants) to sit down. The two turned blue wondering if the conversation would continue yet, but sat shallow without turning against them.

The priest, who says he is in his mid-thirties, smiles at the Kufshenkas as he stands.

"Hate (unfortunately), it seems so, and the words are arrogant, and the priest must be in trouble."

"No, about this. Compared to the many trials that you've endured in the Ristover Autonomous Region, you can't even count."

"Well, it's even passed to the cathedral in Banksia?

When Kufshenka surprised him, the Banksian priest nodded deeply.

"I found out not only about the rescue request Mr. Warden here sent out to the church, but also about the notes of a freelance journalist named" Traveler in Search of the Truth ”and articles in Artel's Holy Light newspaper"

"He went to Artel first?

"No, it was all published on the Internet. I didn't know the Autonomous Communities didn't have any internet facilities, and I was very surprised when they took office."

Kufshenka heard from the Civic Hospital spelldoctor Septentorio and the haulier of the people of the lake, Fiarlka, what information the "traveller searching for truth” was circulating in their company, but translated the priest's surprise into Hunan with an unknown pretence.

"The presence of dissidents who indignantly call themselves" star markers "has long been known, but the upper ecclesiastical hierarchy did not disorient itself in leaving secular incidents to the local military, police and judicial authorities, virtually pretending not to see them"

"But the Banksian government has designated the star sign as an international terrorist organization, saying that Artel and Lanista are also supportive states of terrorism..."

"Did you know! A boulder is a stellar craftsman."

I was praised for something I'm not sure about, and Kufshenka returns an ambiguous smile. When the compliments were omitted and translated, two middle-aged men under the former and star logo shrunk themselves.

They were the lower constituents responsible for guarding the gates separating the agricultural and estate districts.

These two employers are liquor store owners. House and shop were burned in retaliation for those who had their families killed by the sign of the stars. Though I took a hard life, I'm still in the hospital.

"Even though we are surrounded by pagans, it is truly lamentable that faith will be distorted so far in only a few hundred years after the teaching of the saints has been passed on to this land"

"Right. I've also been heartbroken ever since the star sign was formed during half a century of civil unrest."

"Even so. The deeper you understand the faith, the better you will understand the narrowness of their horizons and the heresy of their own interpretation. Whatever you do, you must bring them back to the right path of holy stars."

Kufshenka nodded and translated the priest's hot valve intact.

The confectioner's wife turns her surprised eyes to the mark of the former star.

"But the upper echelons of the cathedral, knowing it, did not seek to correct their wrong faith"

"Why did you leave me alone?

Translating the question of the confectioner's wife, the Banksian priest was motivated to ask me well.