It's all one flower.

"Don't tell me you're sad."

The old man also lowers his eyebrows. Kufshenka smiled back and turned her gaze west of Kublum Street. The shadows of the trees stretch long and the area is already dim. There was a growing number of cluttered demons on the side of the street.

"In waiting for the order, are you there, fractured?

A voice came from near the beginning of the line. Slightly between, the same man tells.

"… Then, after washing the wounds, please move to the square there. Superficial scratches can heal at once. Please remove the bandages and hold them in your hand."

Realizing it was the voice of a spelldoctor, Kufshenka had his powers caged in his hand holding the wand. There are still more than twenty casualties waiting in order.

... so many people at once?

Face the same questioned newspaper shop and lean over to the eastern edge of the stone tablet square.

A mass of water drifted like a creature over the head of the wounded lined the streets, shining golden in the sun shooting from among the trees. The washed come down to the square with some neat faces.

The line was shorter and I could see a spelldoctor casting a spell all at once. What a strange combination of green hair and regular white coat that you can clearly see from the distance.

The water mass washes the patient's entire body and takes off the street swallowing bandages and borough cloths that were covering the wounds. It boiled violently between the trees and spewed out dust, returning to the streets to return bandages and the like to the owner.

... it's been thirty years since I saw the people of the lake.

A few decades ago, he lived in the same town as the people of the lake, and the eyes of Kufushenka, whom he was accustomed to seeing, looked strange. With what thoughts do the first young people to see receive his treatment?

There were a few left to wait for washing, and the spelldoctor came to a position where he could see his face.

He looked short in the distance, but apparently brackets his long hair behind him. The green beard that stands out on the white skin looks like a mold. There is something impatient about continuing to cast spells with tired faces.

The rearmost woman is washed and the dirty bandage is swallowed by water and leaves her hand. What magic to say, the stain of blood fell from the boiled bandage, turned white and returned to her hands. After work the water mass falls onto the forest floor and flows down the slopes.

"With this distance, you can order whatever you want. Line up in double circles."

A curse doctor of the people of the lake enters the plaza of the stone tablet and stands in the center to give instructions. People who wanted treatment saw each other with confusion and lined up as they were told.

The light pouring into the square is reddish and tells us that today's day is almost over. There was a rush on the wounded man's face, and Kufushenka, too, saw the spelldoctor in a yawning manner.

... is this the citizen hospital curse doctor Halpator was talking about? No, I need you to rush the treatment more than that now.

A middle-aged spelldoctor breathes heavily and a misplaced song echoes in the dusk mountains. It's a powerful word song, and Kufshenka doesn't know what the lyrics mean, but it's clearly not like he was manipulating the water earlier. It's a curse of moderation like a nursery song.

A woman at the rear saw her arms with a surprised face.

I don't know what happened, but I cut it from my wrist to near my elbow (twist) and the sutured wound disappears as if it had been wiped away. The suture thread left a slight distraction, but that's also something that you wouldn't know if you didn't look closely.

Surprise turns into joy and is directed at a good spellcasting spelldoctor.

Because he was concentrating on his surgery, or couldn't afford to respond to the glance of gratitude, the spelldoctor kept singing cheerful songs out of place, staring at a point in the universe.

The curse is over and the curse doctor exhales loudly. Those who heal their wounds speak of joy and gratitude.

"... No, thank you for all the information. Now get off the mountain."

As the spelldoctor squeezed his voice out of his weary body, people just looked around as they noticed at dusk. A miscellaneous demon, visible in the shadow of a servant by the street, is taking shape.

"Thank you. Be careful with the sensei."

"I can get there from here. So, you're a master."

"South road, sorry I didn't clean it"

People leave the square early, saying sorry.

You'll be home before sundown if you get to the nearest makeshift home from here, but the lakeshore employee dormitories will be difficult if you don't run quite.

Soon people were gone and a cold breeze blew through the square.

Supporting himself against the stone tablet, the curse doctor says in agony.

"Hurry up, you guys..."

"Yes... no, we have a car... are you okay?

The pawn owner cares. The spelldoctor's complexion is pale and he's going to fall down now.

"I'm just tired... just take a little rest and you'll be fine"

"Hugh, is this such a toco? Food?"

"You've split the sturdy bread"

The bag of used clothes reuse put up by the curse doctor is peppy, and there is just a square swell with a hammer in the bottom.

"Are you a citizen hospital surgeon?

"That's right. Faster than that..."

"Do you remember talking to the people of the Autonomous Community who say Lacueus?

"Laqueus... if you are a congressman, at an emergency outpatient meeting..."

The curse doctor was surprised at what he was talking about, but he answered. Kufshenka took off her large scarf and offered it to the curse doctor.

"Thank you for that verse. There's something I need to talk to you about, Doctor Spell. Stay with us tonight."

The field air froze instantly.

Even while silent time passes, the day falls without waiting.

The first curse doctor returned to me.

"... but I can't go into the Autonomous Community. You must all go home soon."

"But Sensei, you, how can you protect yourself with such a goodness?

An elderly man alternates between a curse doctor and the downhill that leads from the square.

The pawn owner of the newspaper shop did not wait for a reply and took the hand of the curse doctor.

"This path can be prevented by about cluttered demons, but not by warcraft. The people who have been cured keep it a secret that Sensei was here. So..."

"But..."

"I will protect the life of the curse doctor at all costs. Now hide your hair."

Kufshenka makes the reluctant spelldoctor grip the scarf. Did the people of the lake give up? They sighed and nodded.

"I'm worried about you guys, not me..."

"I've already stuck one foot in the coffin."

When Kufshenka laughed, the old man said in a strange voice.

"I'm responsible for calling the injured and stopping Sensei."

"I'm here with my reward. I'm guilty of the same thing. It's not the sensei."

The pawn owner of the newspaper shop walked out with the hand of the curse doctor, and the old man also carried Kufushenka down the road.

The four arrive safely at the square at the foot, breathing a ho and a relief.

The sun sets completely, and cluttered demons and small demons cross both sides of the cobblestone that set at night with our faces. Instantly rely on the stars and the half moon to pick a place where there are no miscellaneous demons and move on.

Wrap a woman's scarf around her hair and face and hide her white coat with a blanket by putting a spelldoctor with only her eyes out in the back seat of a wagon car. I made sure they all got on board, and the newspaper man declared.

"Don't tell anyone about today. I swear, I'll keep a secret."

Kufshenka and the elderly man also followed later, and the spelldoctor whispered a word of thanks.

"We're the ones who got help. I'm not thankful."

The newspaper smiled over the mirror and started the engine.

Senior Song men are unloaded under street lights close to temporary housing and headed to a tailor. Miscellaneous demons in the driveway escaped to scatter in the high beam headlights.

"Tomorrow...... no, please rest till the day after tomorrow"

"But then..."

"You have to come out the window or something. You'll be fine."

"If you leave late the night after tomorrow, you won't find it."

Out in the street in front of the tailor, a brilliant lit street light illuminates the road. There was no one in the street but the curtains of the surrounding houses, as far as I could see, were closed.