It's all one flower.

Carindura will take you to the docking yard in front of the West Temple.

Even today the canal is busy with ships carrying worshippers.

The bow that just lowered the crowd notices Amiela and circles his eyes.

"He's a relative."

"Well, thank you... is that your sister?

"My sister's grandson."

"It works for sisters."

"Oh..."

Moving from pier to thin ship with that said.

Amiella got a terrible ride with her great-aunt holding her hand. It's only wide enough for each person, but it doesn't shake at all like I put it on solid ground to see what magic it uses. He clapped out and lowered his hips behind Kalindula, who sat in the lead.

Full, the bow turns in the direction of travel and casts a spell with powerful words. I have no idea what you're talking about, but the landscape flowed smoothly as it sang.

Much quicker than slipping on the slopes of the sheeney green space with a cardboard sled, it doesn't shake at all. The city on the banks of the canal keeps flowing.

... this is the view of the truck windows too?

Amiella didn't know because she didn't get a chance to take the passenger seat, but somehow she felt that way.

I realise that everyone's face, which I just broke up with this morning, has gotten very far, and I hold my hand firmly.

... Has everyone reached Cravel yet?

I don't know if the ship I just returned to is this morning's. If there's anything on such a big ship, it'll be on the news soon. I'll tell them you're safe.

I arrived in front of the Second Temple in less than half an hour. Supported by my great-aunt, I descend.

There were also people here facing the bay and praying directly to Lake Lacus.

"This is a tree of descendants raised from the seeds of the Qin Peel (Tonerico) of the Mighty Tree, so there are many followers of the land people."

Indeed, there are about half the people of land and half the people of the lake who go to and from the dock.

"I'm renting you a temple rally."

My great-aunt draws my hand, sews the crowd and walks.

The faithful who noticed soprano singer Niptra Neumae turned to their faces of surprise and joy, and whenever they spoke, Grand Aunt Kalindula returned the meeting and greeting with the singer's face.

Through a crowded area, he entered a trail surrounded by trees. As the area suddenly shimmered, Amiella was anxiously driven, but she can't go back now.

On both sides of the road were blue hinagiks that were also in the hotel garden.

There were miscellaneous demons in the woods surrounding the old streets of the Kublum Mountains. I don't see one in the wooden shadow here. Refresh your mind and follow.

Turning around the corner of a curved trail, my vision suddenly expanded.

A blue hinagik blooms on one side of the large flowerbed in the front yard, and a cobblestone trail continues in the middle of it. There was a quiet building waiting for me in the rush. The thick stone walls are engraved with a completely familiar spell.

... When the demon or something comes, you'll be able to protect it.

I felt that way about the sturdy stone building, and followed by Kalindula and dived the door.

"Today, a pianist, a recording artist and a cleric are coming to investigate the rhyme."

"No one from the radio station?

"Yep. Just give me the song I put on the tape."

"Song, are you recording now?

"The recording clerk is also a liaison clerk. It's the singers in the orchestra who've studied the songs, and they're the ones who do everything by themselves."

It seems that Carindura knows this place well, and proceeds without hesitation through the corridors lined with lots of doors and passages. The flowers stopped on one of the sculpted doors and knocked.

Immediately responds and opens from within.

"Ah."

"That? You came this way?

Razornik and I looked at each other unexpectedly and were surprised.

... Oh well. It's not weird to be here, is it?

Remember what Razornik is doing and meet. At the same time, I also remembered taking pictures of Amiela in confidence and showing it to Carindura, which revived my complex thoughts when I was informed.

Liaison with a recorder... The young man in the intelligence guerrilla let the two go inside with a slight loosening of his expression.

The room has a wooden round table and a splendid grand piano.

Glossy black I haven't seen in a long time since the middle school music room. Beyond the smooth curve sits an old man with white hair wearing snow, beside whom stands an elderly woman wearing the same badge (today) as her great-aunt.

"Please take your vacant seats"

Razornik prompts me to lower my back to the seat in front of him with eight legs.

Two priests across the street met.

"Thank you for your time, Niptra"

"No, this is me, thank you for calling. I'd appreciate it if I could help."

Grand Aunt Kalindula turned her smile as singer Niptra Neumae to the priesthood of the people of the lake.

"What about your daughter...?

The red-haired clergyman glimpsed Amiela and glanced back at Carindura. The Grand Aunt repeated the same explanation she had made on the boat, and they were convinced by it.

The priest of the people of the lake holds the same two swans flying side by side with Auserrattle, the nephew of the head of the Dossici City Commercial Union, and the priest of the people of the land holds the same butterfly badge as the funeral home Agoni.

... This bird is a contract... Was it? You mean the wedding rep and the funeral rep? But why are you here?

Amiella was concerned, but didn't know how to behave and decided to keep quiet.

"You're all here, and I'd like to introduce myself again... My name is Snegg and I'm a pianist for the Lyabina Civil Orchestra"

"Likewise, I'm Oratorix, a soprano singer"

An old man with gray hair and an elderly woman named him.

... These two are going around researching the song, not Mr. Razornik.

Intelligence agent Razornik unquestionably named himself "Liaison to connect aspirations," the priest named the people of the lake Cruci and the people of land Geemun. Both say they work for the Second Temple of the King's Capital.

... Praise song (Geemun)... I'm sure the song is clever, so this guy sings along with Kalindula and the others. What about Mr. Fountain?

"I'm singer Niptra Neumae. In my personal life, I'm called Kalindula. Call me whichever you like."

It's Amiella.

I couldn't take it, I just named it.

It's hard to be a serpent by saying extra things.

The people of the lake, Cleric Cruci, gave the score to Carindura. There is no portion of Amiella that has been hastily added, and the two of us look at each other shoulder.

... I totally forgot how to read the score.

After graduation, I learn fuzzy nostalgia on a spectrum I never had a chance to see.

Life in the Autonomous Community was tough, but it wasn't a wack without a single pleasant memory. When everyone sang one voice in a music class, I was surrounded by unspeakable emotion and exhilaration.

I didn't think a song that wasn't a psalm would resonate so much in my heart.

"Oh... this song..."

Looking next to Kalindula's grunt, the Great Aunt is frowning (hissing) and turning a questionable glance at Oratorix.

An elderly soprano singer encouraged piano player Snegg.