It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio approached the small door without hesitation. Metal doors are also protected, but there are no peek windows. Knock and call out loud.

"Sorry! I'm gonna open it!

Push your ear against the door to see how it goes.

I killed my breath for a while and waited, but instead of responding, I couldn't even hear the noise.

Step back and confirm the door spell. [Suspended Suspension (Caquez)] I'm not familiar with the art of school, but if I read the powerful words engraved there, I can deduce to some extent what kind of technique it is.

Apparently, it's just the same [exorcism] and [fire] and [earthquake] protection as the walls.

... [Muffled] or [Soundproofed] on the back... No, I can't unless it's a room that can be sealed. First of all, if you can't hear what's out there, it'll be dangerous.

The girl waiting at the side looked around calmly.

To the east of the fence is Lake Lacus.

There must be a harbor, but the two of us don't have a ship. Walking up the lake with [fucked water] is dangerous with Sarotka without the means to protect herself. The demons attacked me from below, not a single one.

The fence drew a loose curve and didn't know how far the west side lasted.

Fields and pastures, Tuman forests all the way across the meadow. The spelldoctor Septentorio snuck up on the possibility that the resident, fearful of the wind tree (Seifu), had closed the deadline.

"This is out of town, and I guess I don't put a gatekeeper or anything on days when no one is going to the mountains. Find another entrance."

The spelldoctor Septentorio reached out, but Sarotka tilted her neck.

"From here we can see… we will travel [jump] to the west. If there's anyone in the field, we can talk."

"Oh, oh, is that what you say?"

The girl quickly put her gaze under her feet. The spelldoctor is also followed by a gaze. Other than the narrow road leading to the Kublum Mountains, there was no [shielding stone].

"The weather is nice today, and we're mostly exterminated by guards and vigilantes near the big city, so it's okay."

Sarotka nods small with her eyes to the west and takes the hand of Septentorio. My little hands wet with sweat were cold.

Jumped ahead in surgery is in front of the field.

To the west, wheat pruning traces continued as far as they could see, but instead of the appearance of man, there was no appearance of a bird pecking (or pecking) the fallen ear.

"No one... you're not here..."

The voice of Sarotka only trembles with a heart.

The spelldoctor spoke calmly.

"It's a wheat field around here, because the harvest is over... it's been a couple of months. Sowing wheat is a little later."

"But I can't believe you're not in anything... I've been to help farmers before, but there were always birds, right?

"I'm sure there's no bird here because I've picked up all the crayfish."

I tell myself rather than reassure the girl.

... I don't know what things are out there, but we'll be fine as soon as we get out of here.

The morning faded and the blue of the sky was clearer than earlier, but I can't even hear one of the larks (Hibari).

There was no gate on the wall within sight.

He repeated [leaps] twice along the loose curved wall and finally went out to the West Gate.

On the road that stretches from the gate is laid the [protective stone] halfway. At the end of a two-lane wide agricultural road, an eggplant field was spread. Some shadows move busily in the field. Apparently, they're working on the harvest.

"I seem kind of busy, but are you going to talk to those people?

"The gates are open, so let's get into the city. More than that, do you remember the settings?

"I'm... uh, a Zerneau citizen who lost his closeness in an air raid, a powerless people, but where we rely on the remoteness of the city of Grom... right?

"That's right. He evacuated to the city of Kiparis, met me and said he was going to Lacrimaris, and then he [jumped]."

Unless asked about the circumstances, there was no need to say anything, but just in case he was suspicious, he made up a story about himself and put his mouth together.

I don't go to the Wake, which honestly reveals that I am a resident of the Listver Autonomous Region and a Kirkrussian, in the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, which has the Holy Land of Fraxinus.

If the septentorio of the people of the lake were with them, they would no longer think they were Kirkurs.

"If you don't want to say it, that's fine, but you remember the short prayer words, right?

"... Yes. That's what you told me yesterday."

For a moment, the girl made herself strong, but nodded quickly.

"For once, let me show you something. All of us are one water compatriots. May the edges of the water connect with happiness…"

Sarotka put her hand on her chest and nodded with a gaze that stared at the words floating in the universe.

Some say, "May the edge of the water be joined by joy."

"Okay. To that, what can I give back?

"" May the edges of goodness spread like ripples "…. If you're resistant, you can simply say thank you."

Sarotka nodded, but took a small breath and looked up at the curse doctor of the people of the lake.

"But that's a word the people of the lake pray to God of the lake, isn't it? I am a land people..."

"There are many followers of Panisea Uni Flora among the people of the land, so you'll be fine."

The spelldoctor Septentorio said slowly to make it easier to remember your name.

Sarotka, a Kirkrussian, seems a little relieved, but anxiety is still shaking in his eyes.

"The short prayer to the Lord God Fraxinus is," May the leaf shade of Qin Peel (Tonerico) protect you from dryness, "and the reward is," May there be a shade of greenery upon you, too. "

"Even in autumn and winter, is that what you say?

The eyes of the colour of the earth reflect questions that the spelldoctor would never have thought of.

For the first time in his life, the spelldoctor Septentorio became aware of the word (phrase).

"Uh... right." May you be protected from evil. "

"In the shadow of a tree, is it?

"The great tree of Fluxinus has been sealing the drought dragon for a long time, regardless of the season, to protect the land from dryness."

Little words of prayer have greeted, spoken and heard without deep thought.

If I hadn't been asked, I wouldn't have thought about it at all.

The spelldoctor lived for more than four hundred and ten decades and for the first time brought to his mind the meaning of the word of prayer (Word).

Seeing a Kirkurist girl with the fresh feeling of rediscovering her faith.

Sarotka stared at the city of wizards leading from the open gates.