It's all one flower.

"Are you Roark? I'm listening. You've come a long way.... I heard your greeting is tomorrow?

The old board president said the second half to Augur Priest.

"That's what my father told me about the cost of living in Artel. He said he brought a jewel, and he wanted you to keep it in this safe..."

"Gems?"

Roark handed the sachet to the board president.

"It's Catseye."

"So much?"

The chairman turned his voice back to the weight of his palm.

The Augur Priest looks sideways at the accounting and explains the deposit card.

"... Cheng Cheng, ok. There better be more witnesses. Let's count to four now."

The president arranges the jewels on the tabletop, and the four of us count them in unison. Ten catseye are recorded at the hands of an accountant. Little things are about soybeans, but the biggest ones are about empty beans.

Roark returned the jewels to the sachet and the president served on the vault.

"It doesn't cost you any money to live here, so don't worry. When shopping outside, please offer in advance. I'll call a jeweler, record what I redeemed and how much I redeemed, and give it to you in cash."

Explained to the accountant, Roark was puzzled. Ask questions with a body that knows nothing.

"Can't you shop while it's still a gem?

"Right. My country...... no, mostly payments in cash and credit cards, electronic money and web money dominate in countries that are central to science and civilization. Remember that. Bartering is something you don't know, but it doesn't work."

"It is difficult for amateurs to identify true jewellery. Think of a deal with someone other than a jeweler as unlikely."

When the board president said, he added, looking at the scary objects in the vault where the accountant stowed the jewels.

... Web Money...? Speaking of which, Farkill, you said something about the video's advertising revenue.

But I haven't asked you exactly what it is.

"Oh, um... what, somehow, is money?

"That explanation will be lengthy. We'll see you next time."

When Augur Priest said concerned about the pillar clock, the board president and the accountant also stood up. It's been half an hour since dinner began. As Roark floated his hips off the couch, the field air loosened.

... that? Did I care about the great guy?

"Sorry for the inconvenience"

"Don't worry about it. I don't know and deserve to know because my country is completely different from how society works. We're going to learn and use it to build a new country."

"Yes, I'll do my best"

The president taps Roark's shoulder easily and heads into the hallway.

"No way, I was surprised because I didn't think you needed an explanation from there, but if there's anything you don't know about money, come and ask me anything"

"Yes, thank you"

When Roark answered, the accountant and Augur priest smiled and urged him to go to the dining room.

The large dining room was marked by open seats. You can hear the water coming from the kitchen and there's a pile of dishes at the self-service return port.

"It's a corner, so come with me..."

Returning to work interrupted only by the accountant, the president and Augur Priest head to the counter lined with cooking trays. Roark also followed the two of them and had the soup set aside by imitating the appearance.

"There's a kid in the next room."

The priest did not wait for a reply, and went to a four-man table where the eyeglass boy was eating alone.

Roark and the board chairman also follow through between the tables where students remain neglected. Greetings to priests and board presidents from all over and a gaze of curiosity over Roark flew in.

"Mr. Skinum, here, okay?

The boy shined his eyes behind the lens, stretching his spine and responding well to the momentum.

"Yes, Priest, it's an honor to be with you"

"Me too, okay?

"Mr. President! Absolutely."

Augur Priest put the tray down with a soft grin and introduced Roark.

"Mr. Skinum, this is Mr. Roark, an international student. I'm a neighbor to the quarters, so please help me."

Roark was sandwiched by the priest and the president of the board and sat in the front of the skinum. Correct posture and greet with courtesy.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Roark Diaphanes. I just arrived in the Artel Republic today, and I'm amazed that everything is so different that I don't know what it is, nor do I know what it is"

"Welcome to Artel, Mr. Roark. My name is Skinum Fandum. I'm a freshman at the High Department and I'm a librarian."

"I'm sure you'll be bothered, but it would help if you could lead us down the right path"

"I can't believe it's annoying. I know there are a lot of things I won't get to, thank you."

Shake hands over the table.

Skinum's hand was as soft as Belyoza's. Roark is completely stiff with rubble removal and medicine underneath him, and the shark has been crushed over and over again due to grass work and combat training.

... He's a private room resident, and I guess he's an Itoko boy who's never worked hard.

Skinum shook Roark's hand back with a good smile, but his heart could not see.

"As I told you the other day, Roark, you will be integrated into the first year of high school. I'm a third grader, but I couldn't go to school for nearly a year in this war."

As Roark let Augur Priest's explanation draw his jaw small, Skinum opened his eyes wide behind his glasses. I don't know what surprised me, but Roark smiles bitterly and adds:

"In the first place, I was in commercial high school, so I'm worried that I'll be able to keep up with even my freshman year in high school"

"What? Mr. Roark, where is theology...?

Roark answered with dignity to Skinum's confusion.

"I learned it from my grandfather. Within the Republic of Nemoralis, the Church is the only one in the autonomous community of Listver, so in the city of Zerneau, our home was a substitute for the Church."

"Is your grandfather in the priesthood?

"No. When I was younger, he said he learned at seminary, but half a century of civil unrest destroyed the school and evacuated it with only the Bible"

Augur Priest cuts the mark of holiness.

"The Diaphanes have endured long trials to keep their faith and lead those in the same ordeal to the path of the Holy Star."

The president of the board and Skinum prayed to the saint following the priest, and imitated Roark as well.

Skinum shines his eyes and shakes his voice for the first time in an uncontrollable high.

"Mr. Rourke, after all the trials, arrived here."

... ""? Well, no.

I was puzzled by the change in skinum that was dated "you" when I found out I was older, but I wouldn't put it on my face.

"No... I didn't get over it on my own. A lot of people helped me, and I was just sweet about it."

Roark lowered his voice and lowered his eyes. The hot air in the soup is completely gone.

The president encouraged the meal by blocking the skinum from saying something.

"We'll take our time again tomorrow. Roark, you'd be hungry too."

"Please explain the bath to him after the meal"

Roark felt somewhat frigid at Skinum's appearance in response to the priest's instructions in an exemplary manner.

... Could this boy be, like, a real thing...?

The board president left first, as he proceeded to eat on a topic on campus that seemed improbable, and work remained.

All the remaining students in the cafeteria, except for Roark and Skinum, were in blue or greasy uniforms, and some of them were in working swordfish like Kruillo wore.

... you have a mechanical teasing class?

For that matter, there were no work clothes or anything else available for Roark. I'm curious, but refrain from asking questions, and now give priority to filling my hunger and proceed to eat a menu like the city's fixer.

By the time the three of them finished their meals a little late, there were only less than ten left in the dining room.

Augur Priest smiles and watches as Skinum strains and explains how to return the dishes and Roark does as he is told.

"Skinum, you are firm, so you can rest assured. Well, thank you very much."

The Augur Priest went out with a short blessing (saying) slapping Skinum on the shoulder with a pong.

Skinum glares off behind the veteran clergy.

Roark didn't even give a yawn of growing certainty, creating a moist attitude.

"You don't like being an older babysitter, do you? Excuse me."

"No, I can't believe I didn't...! I am one of those who aspire to the priesthood, so let's help each other and walk the path of the Holy Star."

"Thank you"

... Looks like you're saying this in a honky, not an act.

Long since he realized the contradiction of faith, Roark has lived by deceiving hidden Kirkrus visiting his family and parents. Outside the house, as instructed by his family, he pretended to be a Fluxinus.

I am confident in spotting the act because I have continued to play "exemplary followers" between the two religions.

The brilliance of Skinum's eyes is completely different from those of the cloudy eyes of the clever Hidden Kirkurs or of the unusually giddy fanatics of the star's mark (servant). In one way or another, it was close to the good boys and priests of the Fraxinus who met in the Western Temple of the King's capital Lacrimaris.

... How can you believe that from your balls?

I always wanted to ask if I didn't notice the inconsistencies in teaching. (Here) Yep, I went back to the room alongside Skinum along the white corridor.