It's all one flower.

"Well, if you can't take it, the ship is canceled for one person, and we'll extend it here for one night, so think about it."

Fiarlka, the haulier of the people of the lake, just went, saying like nothing. Amiella, the needle left in the room, stares at the closed door, but her thoughts just empty.

Following a modest knock, the worrying voice of the pharmacist (dull) Awellana calls Amiela.

When we put the pharmacist of the people of the lake into the room, Awellana set up the water from the waters on the table and brewed us vanilla tea. The aroma rises from a silver cup with fine workmanship, quenching the agitation. Still, Amiela's thoughts didn't come together.

The pharmacist Awellana urges me to sink myself into a soft couch. I didn't even get the energy to take the cup.

"Well, Farkil said you had a message from Mr. Razornik."

The message deposited by the pharmacist Awellana was almost identical to the story of Fiarluca.

Razolnik is a liaison at an organization that seeks peace without resorting to force.

When I first met the needle Amiella in a stronghold hidden in the forest of Lanterna Island, I say I was surprised just like the singer Niptra Neumae. Don't tell everyone at the mobile dealership, he took a picture of Amiela and showed it to singer Niptra Neumae.

Niptra's family died during half a century of civil unrest, but his sister's family survived and moved to the Ristover Autonomous Region.

My sister Frisian theme was Fluxinus and a powerful people, but she didn't leave her husband because she deeply loved him.

Perhaps the daughter or grandson of the Frisian theme, but since there is no way the people of the Autonomous Communities are going out, it would be an aerial resemblance of others, once settled.

"But earlier, he said he had a letter and a photograph, so he wanted to see me just in case."

"... yes, what is it"

Amiella didn't know what to say.

It was unpleasant being photographed before I knew it, but that doesn't matter anymore at this time.

What should I do next?

I thought I'd thought about it a lot before and decided to be ready, but my mind was disturbed and I was ready for it and about the future, and I erased it into scattering.

I guess Niptra Neumae has a serious faith in Fraxinus because she's enough to give a concert in the Great Temple.

... If Mr. Niptra is really a big aunt, can we get along?

Will you be accepted on the grounds of thin, distant blood ties that say "grandchildren of my sister" Amiela, who has lived in the autonomous community of Listwar all along and grew up as a Kirkulus?

If it was an aerial resemblance to someone else, you could cross to Nemoralis Island with everyone and get hired by some sewing factory.

I touched upon the teachings of Fraxinus for the first time this morning, but after I had settled down, I thought I might be able to convert.

... Oh, but are you sure you're okay?

I'm about to, and I don't even know what I had for lunch.

With shaking, uncertain minds, he welcomed the promised time.

I'm scared and can't look out the window. As he sat shallow on the couch and bent down, his footsteps approached him. I'm not alone, but I don't know how many.

I glanced at the items of evidence lined up on the low table.

Three old notebooks.

I buried it in the mountain path with my grandmother and assumed it belonged to my grandmother, but one book had a handwriting inside that was clearly different from my grandmother's.

Letters deposited from the tailor's manager Kufshenka.

It's addressed to Kalindula, so I haven't opened it and I don't know what it says. The address is written for the city of Cravel on the island of Nemoralis, but on the profile that Farkill showed me this morning at the temple, Niptra Neumae's place of birth had become the city of Lyabina.

One faded photo.

Daughterhood grandmother Frizan Theme and her sister Kalindula, her best friend Kufshenka, smile side by side. My grandmother, my great-aunt, and Amiella are similar when it comes to similarities, but the old picture is somewhat unclear, and the more I look at it, the less I know.

Footsteps stop and a dry knock sounds.

Amiella gave herself a breath.

The manager tells the visitor in a suppressed voice.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana stood at the door and replied, looking at the needle Amiella, who barely raised her face. I want to get away with it. The pharmacist of the people of the lake opened the door, and the elderly manager held the door and passed the visitor Kyou.

Amiela rises unexpectedly in the figure of Fiarlka, the haulier of the people of the lake. My legs trembled the moment the blonde figure that followed jumped into my sight.

"Uh, well, I'll take my seat off,"

"Ah! Please wait!

Unexpectedly call for a medic to leave. Awellana saw a haulier and a blonde with a troubled face.

A blonde smiled gently at Amiela.

"You're thin, aren't you?... If even your friends are not bothered, may I have your presence at the discussion?

"What? Oh, uh... I'm that, yeah, well, okay, okay?

Awellana, who was told the story, said elsewhere and looked around with him.

When Amiela nodded many times, Fiarluca laughed bitterly.

"Isn't that nice? He said yes."

"Tea will now be served for four."

The manager gently closed the door.

Two lake people stand at the door, and two blonde land people stand across the low table. The heart struck so hard that it was crazy, Amiella felt her body about to burn out of her core.

"Uh... may I have a seat?

"Ha, ha... Yes, yes, no, go ahead, go ahead"

She smiled gracefully with the same face, and Amiela nodded violently, not knowing what she was talking about herself.

"You don't have to worry about us, so why don't you sit down too?

As soon as Fiarlka told me with a frightened voice, Amiella's trembling legs lost power and she dropped her body on the couch with her half waist missing.

The woman sitting across the street was wearing clothes with spells, just like the people of the King's capital. The silver badge (today) raised from the neck is a tiny bird with a big chest, but I don't know how many schools Amiella has.

"Nice to meet you. I'm a [singing] scholarly singer. His name is Kalindula, and his stage name as a singer is Niptra Neumae. I don't care which way you call me."

"Ah!"

Awellana at the door speaks up and Carindura turns around. The high-profile pharmacist said a lot.

"Uh, uh, that... you were singing the weather forecast song, weren't you?

"It's an old song, but you know it well. Are you a long-lived race, too?

"Yes. Um, but I heard the song only recently, and it's a record..."

"It is. I'm glad you remember my voice."

There, the manager is back.

A maid pushes a wagon with tea and sweets on it, and the two boys bring in spare chairs. When they all fell into their seats and finished serving their tea, the managers left the room saying, "Take your time".

When the door closed, everyone's gaze gathered in Amiela. Inhale the incense of vanilla tea and exhale slowly, introducing yourself.

"My name is Amiela. My grandmother has a frizzan theme. Until a while ago, I was in the autonomous community of Listver, but the manager of Khushchenka recommended me to come out. At that time, Mr. Kalindula... he asked me to rely on his great-aunt to give him a letter and a photograph."

"That's it, isn't it? Much, some notebooks I miss, but what's wrong with this?

"When I was little, my grandmother and I buried it in the mountains and dug it out when we left the Autonomous Community"

"Yes. The two books are notes of a spell written by the Frisian theme when I was in middle school. The latter book is a lyric to a song I sang for the record that she gave me when she moved to Listver Autonomous Region."

"Were you..."

The origins were explained, but Amiella had no more words.