It's all one flower.

Guided by the village chief and priests, the first three visitors are Georges, a state-owned announcer, Agoni, a green-haired funeral home, and Krilo.

The shrine in this village, like the one yesterday, is a splendid structure.

A middle-aged female priest says as she walks down the aisle.

"It may be the first time that the people of land have come here since they were founded."

"Anyway, it's a country where people rarely come from outside."

"How about a chance for everyone in the village to get out of town?

When Jorch asked, the village chief answered while counting.

"Shipping and purchasing beans and ingredients... Once upon a time, when the lord was going out, he offered them to me."

"Don't you have it now?

When Queiro heard, the village mayor nodded without turning around, as most of his green hair turned white.

This isn't the time anymore.

Offer your prayers and magic in the hall of the altar.

Yesterday's shrine was the same, but here too, I heard the sound of the full water flowing somewhere.

"This place is built on a spring."

"Yeah. The water moisturizes the fields through the waterway and is poured down the stream into Lake Racchus."

According to Cruiro, the priest smiled proudly and affirmed.

"There are many things in the temple, right? The neighborhood pulled water from Lake Racchus instead."

"The shrines around here are meant to help the goddess Lactea."

"Lactea-sama....."

I heard about it in the village yesterday, but I pretend I don't know.

The priest showed the hallway relief by hand.

At the foot of Mt. Iwayama is a giant tree, and beneath it is a spring with crystals that resemble blueberries.

Crystals sink at the bottom of the water, and men and women kneel (first on their knees) by the spring to pray.

"This woman is Lactea. Panichea uni Flora's sister, the first priest."

"Who is the man?

"The man is said to be the son of Fraxinus."

Queiro remembered one scene of a picture book bought by Morph.

"Because Panichea Uni Flora is a curse doctor, there are no immediate descendants, but Lactea has left a large number of children with blood connections. These are the families of the Lacus Nenia family."

"That's right. I knew it was the descendants of Panichea uni Flora."

"It is a bypass system, but it is connected to the blood of Panisea uni Flora. You don't have to say too many things."

"Ha, yes... I'm sorry. Be careful."

The village chief shouted harshly, and Queiro was terrified.

I can't tell from my back whether it hurt my feelings or warned me.

Giorgio put his hand gently on Krilo's shoulder and smiled bitterly.

... even though Mr. Razornik just told me.

Wipe your heart and sweat cold.

He was guided by a small private house built next to the temple.

"It's my house. I can talk to you slowly here."

"Excuse me."

It seems like a modest room that combines the kitchen, dining room and living room, but in the middle there is a splendid dining table for ten.

... I wonder if people often gather around the village?

"I was originally a scholar and raised beans."

A middle-aged female priest says while preparing tea.

"Everyone in my family died of an epidemic about 300 years ago, and I inherited my husband's [leading white butterfly] scholarly magic book, and since then, I've been mourning."

"At the time, I couldn't choose my job freely."

The village chief adds and sees Agoni with the same badge as the priest today.

"Yeah, well, I also took over the family business. That was normal at the time."

The funeral parlor, who lived for more than 500 years, saw a colleague who was about 100 years younger than himself, pinching the [guiding white butterfly] school badge from his neck around in his hand.

"I don't regret taking over my husband's job or becoming a priest. It's just...."

"Just what?

Announcer Jorch cares for his voice and gaze to get ahead.

The priest boiled the water with [exercise water] and said while placing vanilla tea in front of everyone.

"Sometimes I think there might have been another life in an age when I could freely choose my job or my place to live."

Finally, he put the tea ware in his seat, and the priest sat down on the chair.

... why are you talking about this?

Croilo saw the priest.

It's a heavy story to make someone else face to face.

A woman the same age as the curser Septentrio stared at the surface of the tea utensil and did not notice Croilo's gaze.

The village chief said nothing and watched for the vanilla tea's hot air.

"Just for the record... are you opposed to the Nemus Liberation Army's reincarnation campaign?

George asked and the priest raised his face.

"Neither the villagers nor the villagers in the neighborhood have a single idea."

"The unity of ideas based on faith has not been achieved?

A green-haired priest returns a bitter smile to the black-haired announcer.

"Unlike Kilcrusm, our faith is not like that."

Excuse me.

"Sheraton, the current lord, was in favour of democratization about 200 years ago. Nonetheless, some of the Lacus Nenea family expressed opposition."

"Are we in favour of democratization ourselves?

Jorch looks behind his glasses and opens his dongle-colored eyes.

"Shortly after half a century of civil unrest, Sheraton said, 'No matter how much you beg, the Lacus Nenia family will never regain power.'"

"May I ask why?

When Jorch heard, the village chief and the priest nodded at the same time.

"Democratizing will prevent people like your brother, Magen Sudwis, from taking a seat of power."

Queiro trembled when he heard the village chief's answer.