It's all one flower.

"The only thing supporting the bath is bath towels, changing underwear and sleeping rolls. There's soap and stuff."

Skinum next door stopped his leg in front of the room and explained it properly as Augur Priest had asked him to.

"That's right. It helps."

"I'll explain later."

Roark exhaled loudly as he closed his room door. I can't help but think that I will be stuck breathing when I think about how things are going all the way ahead, but I decided to do it.

All the underwear and bath towels were pure white, with name tags sewn on them. When we quickly aligned ourselves and went out into the hallway, Skinum came out at the same time.

Say hello to the other theological students every time in the white hallway. Roark met, but greeted and followed in the same way.

"Oh, yeah. Mr. Roark, did they ask you about the class?

"Yes, I was told I would be included in the priesthood class"

"What about the other classes?

"No, nothing...?

The only difference in the crossing hall on the third floor was the white sleeping roll, all the uniforms going in front were pure white, and there was not one uniform of any other colour.

"The stripper has separate floors for each class, and the washer and dryer are there as well. I'll go back to my room, washing and waiting to dry while I bathe."

"Every day?

"If you don't, you won't be able to keep it white."

"Oh, I say so..."

I am convinced that the washing machine is different because the color shifts when I use it with dark colored objects.

When I walked into the bathing building connected by the crossing, I smelled soap and shampoo.

... even though he's just a man.

On a flight to Artel, the woman was taught by officials that she would study theology at the monastery. I noticed that the staff did not explain the other classes of this seminary, but I had no choice but to say that to Skinum.

The bathing building was three floors and the top was dedicated to the priesthood class.

"That? So, baths are class-specific, right?

"Yep. I think it's because the number of people and the number of laundry laundry is different."

Skinum says dressing in a cage as a matter of course. This boy really just seems to think that's why.

Explain while putting undressed clothes in the washing machine.

"The bath towel is once dried in the room and washed the next day. We wash our classes every day, but the other classes are every three days and every week."

The stripper, which combines the laundry room, had a shelf to put in a change of clothes in the centre, a washing machine on its right hand side and a dryer on its left hand side, with several washing machines available, but all the dryers were running.

I feel odd teaching you how to use the washing machine naked, but no one around you seems to care. I guess that's what I'm saying here, I concentrated my consciousness on the washing machine.

It's not a two-tank type that Roark knows about, and it doesn't even have a dial on it. There were several buttons lined up on the panel in front, and when Skinum pressed something, a number appeared on the small display.

"Wash time on the left, wash (soot) too many times on the right, press this at the end... it takes time for the number that came out to be over"

Twenty-five minutes? So soon...... "

"Is it early?

"Apart from washing and dehydrating the washing machine at home, my mother moved the laundry to the dehydration tank by hand after the washing (soot) was done... maybe it depends on the amount, but it took about an hour for four members of my family."

Skinum listened to Roark's explanation, but tilted his neck small.

"I can't imagine a bit, is it a semi-manual kind of model?

"If you ask me that, yes..."

"It's completely automatic here, and you can put detergent in it. The janitor will refill the detergent."

"It's all because of you, isn't it?"

When Roark said without hiding his surprise, Skinum smiled proudly.

"As much as possible, we have an environment where we can focus on theology without getting annoyed."

"... that's amazing"

Roark manipulated the washing machine into the bathroom as he was taught not to be understood as having had a different kind of surprise.

Showers line the spacious bathroom, behind which you can see a large tub. I was idle because I was late.

Skinum went to the shower a little back and began to wash his body, taking off his glasses without any danger. Roark uses one empty nearby table.

The body in the mirror was much more successful than it was when I was at home with the strength of my evacuation life and the training of Captain Solniak.

Looking to the side, Skinum is washing his hair as dark as amber. He was a little fit and never seemed to have been born this way.

Wash hair and body and soak in a shallow tub.

Even after the Roarks, the students came in piecemeal. All the theological students in the washroom look like they are going to grow up, not a single one of them has worn rough air like a boy soldier morph, and they are as luxurious in stature as they were sentenced to be.

... I guess the priesthood class is just a bunch of upper-class kids with no connection to hard work or havoc.

Not a wack to see them all, but at least that's what those who are here now looked like.

"Mr. Roark, you didn't read the school guide booklet, did you?

"School guide...? Maybe it's in the bookshelf, but I haven't been able to confirm it yet because I didn't have time. Would you mind telling me?

"Of course. Our priesthood class runs from elementary school to college, and we have 30 students per class a year, but the exams are rigorous and there are few full grades."

... that? I thought you were more competitive? Or is it a difficult school with a fucked up passing score in a honky?

Roark made me try to be modest.

"Really? I wonder if I could pass the integration exam in a bad way...?

"That's not true. I'm sure it's because we took the place of the church and your grandfather taught you well."

Unmixed, respectful glances were turned, and Roark unexpectedly turned away. I say with my face to the stripper.

"Can you also tell me about the other classes I was about to mention?

"Oh, you were on your way. It's a star path class and a general class. The Star Road Class is a class aimed at craftsmen of Star Road who have a serious faith and high technical skills. Your uniform is blue, but you often wear work clothes."

Roark somehow felt like there was going to be another reason, but when I say it, it's visible that there will be a wave of wind. I want to avoid that from the first day of incorporation.

"I need a special detergent to wash my work clothes, so it's something else?

Skinum received and answered the daring unobstructed question on par.

"I'm sure you will. of architecture and civil engineering, clothing, ceramics, metallurgy, weapons…"

"Weapon?

When Roark raised his voice, Skinum said unexpectedly.

"It's a sacred weapon to fight demons and warcraft. It was in your grandfather's scripture, wasn't it?

"Ah... no, I haven't been taught that deep yet... and I imagined the modern weapon I'm using in this war"

Skinum clouded his face, but continued to explain whether he immediately changed his mind.

"Starwalk classes are divided into disciplines by technology, with twenty people in each of the five disciplines, and hundreds in just one academic year."

"Twenty people by discipline... a clergyman who makes priestly clothes and churches is a narrower gate than I thought"

Roark remembered what he found out on Lanterna Island and felt indescribable, but disguised himself as an impressed breeze. Skinum speaks inadvertently.

"There are also clothing and jewellery and architectural disciplines in women's monasteries. Both priestly and festive clothing are handmade in keeping with tradition. Mechanize it so that the wisdom of the saints is not lost..."

Roark evoked the pure white clothes of the Augur Priest. The embroidery, surprisingly applied with yarn of the same colour, was all powerful words, with repeated [exorcisms] spells as far as Roark could see.

Various spells were embroidered on the white coat of the spelldoctor Septentorio, on the coat of the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and on the cloak of Cruillo.

I don't think it makes sense for a powerless people to wear only embroidered [exorcisms].

Connect the field with feelings that you can't take and are neither poisonous nor medicinal.

"Augur Priest's clothes, the fine embroidery was amazing, but are they all handmade too?"

"That's right. The training to acquire skills is very demanding and the entrance exam is very difficult, but every year, even though I pass the corner, many people voluntarily leave school. Even if you work hard to graduate, some craftsmen make noises about the difficulty of practicing and give back their titles, and it seems difficult for people who feel half-baked to uphold tradition."

"As soon as you graduate, can you be an artisan?

"Some people get jobs right away, but many take external university exams"

The Starway class seems to be in favor of getting a job, but it seems difficult to keep working.

Perhaps there were those who distressed the secrets and contradictions of the faith of Kirkulus, could not reveal their troubles to anyone, and quit "star road craftsmen" to inform their surroundings of the contradictions.

"... that's tough. So what are the people in the general class learning?

Skinum proudly explains by erasing the wrinkles between his eyebrows.

"The general class is that a family child who has sufficient faith and academic skills but has difficulty going on to school due to economic circumstances is learning to sing hymns and dance festivals"

"Before I came, I heard that tuition was free..."

When Roark unexpectedly penetrated, Skinum said to the drizzle.

"Yep. Only tuition is free in every school. But in families with daily living difficulties, they work part-time from among middle school students, so they don't have enough time to learn."

... Artel also has a kid like you...?

"Artel has someone in trouble, too, right? Surprised."

"Unfortunately, it focuses on areas that have not recovered from the painful hands of half a century of civil unrest…"

Skinum lays his eyes down. The heavier air became airy and Roark tried to say in a bright voice.

"But I envy Artel for having a proper remedy"

"Right. Because in seminary quarters, food and clothing are given free of charge, and the rest of the family is less burdensome for the child."

In the Republic of Nemoralis, poor families of Fraxinus are given financial support by the government and the denominations, but Kirkrus living in the autonomous community of Listwar do not have such remedies.

That led to the armed uprising of the Star Way Prostitutes.

"Normally, after nesting in this holy study hall, also teaching the contents of scriptures and sacraments for the general faithful, we are responsible for helping the priests so that the festivities take place properly in the local churches"

"Classes are divided by role, right?"

"That's right. There are the most common classes, with classes of forty divided by grade, five each academic year. If you don't score enough regular tests, you'll be expelled, so you're just a student."

Roark somehow hooked up and asked.

"Will the priesthood class not be expelled even if they don't get enough grades?

"I will, but you're a little relaxed because there's a respite up to twice"

... Yep, you're too spoiled because you're this kid.

Roark was spitting inside, but made him laugh.

"Well, I have to try hard not to be late for my studies, too,"

As soon as Roark pulled him into his room, he checked the bookshelf.

Find the school guide booklet and turn it apart. Overview (ooh), it said exactly what Skinum said, but he didn't touch on the drop-out thing at all.

Write down in your pocket-sized notebook what you saw and heard today on the plane to Artel and inside the Luffs seminary.

I wrote anything I noticed, believing that there was a weakness that rocked Artel's society while the Arthurians overlooked it as a matter of course.