It's all one flower.

"Boy, I know, but get back to the inn before dark."

"Yes, I'm walking, I'm not going away like that, so I'm fine."

"See you in three days!

Funeral home Agoni, carrying a large rucksack, boarded one of the thin boats waiting for him to drop by the shore. Surgically supported boats don't shake at all when a large load of adults are on board. When the bowman uttered a word, he went to glide down the waterway strewn by the king's capital Lacrimaris and quickly became invisible.

"Now, please, Mr. Sarotka"

"Yes.... Ah, Mr. Snegg, the spelldoctor (Seiko) is going back to the inn today, isn't he?

The boy questioned me and an old man with snowy gray hair smiled.

"Yep. I'm just going to talk to you today, so I'm going back to dinner at the latest."

"And watch out for the sensei."

The bowman makes a sound that cannot be a song or a spell, and commands the boat with powerful words. Waving by Farkill and Sarotka, the boat aboard the spelldoctor Septentorio and piano player Sneg moved in the opposite direction to Agoni.

From the waterway near the Western Temple, merge into the stream in the heart of the Wang capital Lacrimaris. Without colliding with countless boats crossing thick waterways, each bow skilfully maneuvers the boat back and forth.

This boat was private, did not stop at any pier and went straight for the Great Temple.

After the outbreak of civil unrest for half a century, when the war ended, he didn't turn his legs, but the neighborhood of Lacrimaris, the king's capital, was no different from when he was a military doctor in the old Royal Army.

If you look closely, whether the aristocratic hall has been manned or used for another purpose, like that hotel, the roof of the tourist opponent's shop is equipped with a panel of solar power. The number of industries that could be read from store signs was increasing, such as tablet device parts stores.

... Even though the store changed, there was no major zoning.

Then I follow my memory by treading that I can [jump] to the permitting point I used during my military doctors.

La Crimalis, the king's capital, is a city built with magic formations drawn from the lowlands of the north onto hills. The boat defies the water flow and climbs south. It was preceded by the rocky mountains of Sturasi, the highest peak of the Funalis archipelago. The height does not extend far to the Ougari Mountains on Nemoralis Island or elsewhere, but huge rock masses overwhelm the beholder.

The myth was that Sturashi had transformed himself to seal the drought dragon.

The spelldoctor Septentorio recalled that he had visited the Great Temple at a young age.

... Sure, the whole family...?

I have no recollection of what my memory went to do in vagueness, whether it was before or after I was adopted to the curse doctor. Only the cold and nervousness of the sweat conveying his back revived and he accidentally held his fist.

In the vestibule of the great temple, the worshippers will behold, and not even the gates will be seen from the pier.

When I got off the boat, the priest who was waiting gave Kyou a courtesy and walked ahead of them. People whisper words of prayer and give way to priests.

The clergy of the people of the lake turned in front of the common entrance for priests, not the main entrance for worshippers. Sneg corrects his posture.

"Well, thank you for coming later"

"Which way is Mr. Snegg going?

When the curse doctor heard, the gray-haired old man raised his eyebrows and smiled.

"Come normally and return to Ljabina."

When I let the spelldoctor hold the sachet packed with the return fare to thank me, I was lost in the crowd.

A cleric opens the door and urges.

"You, come here…"

Footsteps and water sounds in the corridors with high ceilings.

Powerful words were engraved on all the floors, walls, ceilings and pillars of stone. In addition to the often seen [exorcism] in the city and the art of protecting buildings from fire and disaster, there are spells that the Septentorio doesn't know about.

The light slipping through the window formed a stripe in the hallway.

The priests, who go between light and shadow, meet each other and easily greet and pass the Septentorios as well. The spelldoctor proceeded to the back of the hallway accordingly.

The priests of the people of the lake proceed without hesitation through many doors and bends. Through several doors separating the long hallway, he stopped his foot in the staircase where he poked.

"I beg your pardon for this."

The cleric, bowing the same venerable bow as the pier, left the septentorio and turned back.

A priest standing in front of a staircase of only five steps greets the septentorio with a gentle smile.

"Good to see you. Welcome."

"Nice to meet you. What can I help you with?

"I will show you in the back, there again..."

"Really?"

There is no one else, but I understand that those who wait in the back will explain, and I will not ask any more.

A priest stands on a stone staircase and touches the wall.

Something happened to the stone wall when I whispered something.

... I've seen this too.

The memories of a distant day woke me up slightly, but disappeared graspingly as I had dreamed a few days earlier. Give up handing the thread of memory and obey the priest.

The priest opens the door that appeared on the wall and proceeds to the hallway ahead.

The autumn light that shoots through the thin windows sparkled the green hair of those who go before them during the bundle.

The width of the hallway still leaves room for two adults to line up with their hands wide apart, but Septentorio follows them so that they do not line up with priests who look a little older than themselves.

Always far and slight water noises tickled my ears, but the air was dry.

The priest stops inadvertently. I touched the wall without any marks, and uttered a word or two.

The stone walls swirl still on the water and disappear to be sucked into the darkness behind them.

"That's all I've got."

The priest shows the darkness in the back with his right hand, and drips his head. My heart gave me an attitude, but there was no reason to come this far and turn back, and Septentorio stepped into the passage through the rock.

In just one step, it was wrapped up in signs of dense water.

Take out the sachet given to Sneg from his white pocket.

The contents were small grains of [magic crystals]. Pinch one grain and hang the [light]. The damp rocky skin returned pale light. It's wide enough for three adults to walk side by side, and the rock under their feet is sharpened flat.

Septentorio proceeded cautiously through the curved passage.