It's all one flower.

"Run! To the mountains, to the mountains! Army!

With my aunt's tedious screams, the doors of temporary homes open one after the other. The people who come out surround their aunts and ask for explanations.

Kufshenka Store Manager opens the church door.

"We will explain to the priest."

The chapel was idle with only a few opponents by an old ni monk in the corner.

Intelligence agent Razornik rarely looks inside the chapel of Kirkulus Church. He, too, of the boulders, seems to be the first to step into the church.

Kufshenka manager calls out loud.

"Where is the priest?

"Oh, Mr. Store Manager, you're in the office, how are you?

When you hear, the six head to the back of Zukazuka without a greeting. The monk was not blamed for the nasty appearance. Viola cries at the monk.

"It's tough! The PLA! The Wizard!"

My husband, Praesaw, holds the shoulders of a disturbed young wife and tells them the details.

"The army of the people of the lake swept up the checkpoint and came into the Autonomous Community! The star of Marleni Dyeing responded."

"But it won't even buy you time. Make an evacuation call."

"Mr. Solgnac, you're safe."

"Yes, and those who can escape on their own, the streets of Kublum, those who do not, would like you to protect them here."

The old ni monk nodded to the calm request of Solniak, a platoon captain of the Star Way Prostitute Army, and gave instructions to the lay faithful.

"Ladies and gentlemen, 'Please run to Kublum Street on your own,' she said, telling her neighbors to run away. We don't have time."

"Dear dormitories, please be safe!

The faithful popped out saying goodbye to each other.

The monk chants this voice in an attempt to calm down the crying viola.

"Oh, yeah. Store manager, borrow the Bible from the priest, which is all professional!

"Okay -!

Razornik calls out to the back of the hallway and pulls the hand of the spelldoctor Septentorio.

"The curse doctor can help me over here."

"What should I do?

"Just hold this and lend me some magic later."

Intelligence agent Razornik drops the [Crystal of Magic] out of his pocket.

It was at the side of the sermon floor that they pulled away.

"Look."

Turn around and point. A letter-like pattern was carved on the wall just above the door.

... No, those are powerful words! What kind of spell is this?

Apparently, [Suspension (Caquez)] is a scholastic technique, but due to his lack of knowledge of it, the spelldoctor Septentorio doesn't know what it means to look at it on purpose right now.

From the open door comes a woman with one infant after another, a woman of weight, an old man on a cane or a man dragging his leg.

The curse doctor will wait there.

"What? Oh, um..."

Razornik pulls a bunch of curses out of his West Porch and rushes to the window.

It is dangerous to move poorly and be known to be a people of the lake. The spelldoctor Septentorio decided to crouch down beside the sermon stand and wait.

Captain Solgnac places Lazolnik's rucksack next to him.

Intelligence agents were doing something with a curse on the floor by the window. I can't see and I can't reach my voice because of more people.

While doing so, more and more people push to the chapel. There was also quite a mix of men who seemed to be able to get to the mountains on their own about what had been conveyed.

I still can't hear the gunshots.

… If the Nemus Liberation Army is going to destroy all the star signs (servants), there can be no such thing as gunfire.

"Priest!

Turning to Captain Solniak's voice, a scripture several times thicker than that of manager Kufshenka caught my eye.

Make a heavy noise and place it on the sermon stand, where the priest takes a breath.

"Priest, open the page of the church-built manual for the carpenter"

Soon Lazolnik was back.

The priest does not ask why, but rolls (meshes) a scripture much thicker than an enclosed dictionary.

"Right here."

"Please help me, Doctor Spell. Activate the church's [stubborn]!

Finally the point of convergence came to pass, and the spelldoctor Septentorio stood up with a [crystal of magic] on his palm. Razornik lays his hands on top of each other and holds the hand of a [crystal] curse doctor.

"Priest, all those backpacks, wound pills. You know how to use it?"

"... did you wash the wound and then apply it?

"Correct. Okay, misleading. Regards."

"Now, let's go to the back"

The monk holds his backpack and wants to retreat into the hallway.

Intelligence agent Razornik fingered the scripture and slowly uttered powerful words.

"Tie a triangle to the core with this set of forces..."

People fleeing driven by fear turn to the preaching floor as ghosts to an unfamiliar language.

Stunning and bewildering, suspicion mingles with fear and spreads to the voiceless rear.

"Close it by spelling out (cont 'd) hidden imperfections..."

From the hands of the spelldoctor, via the [Crystal of Magic], magic passes into the hands of the surgeon.

One word, whenever the magic control code was spinned, the flow of force increased. From the foot to the sermon, from the altar to the surrounding floor, from the floor to the pillar to the wall, tracing (the) spells and curses inscribed on the wall, from the chapel to the whole church.

"Stiffen the concrete. Stiffen it. Stiffen it."

Young men point to suspicious people on the stage.

"What the fuck, Omae and others!

"Only priests and dormitories can go up there!

The priest raised his voice.

"Quiet! On behalf of me, who are not studying, I'd like you to read a passage from the Star Road Book, the Architect's chapter."

A well-traveled voice poured down against the high ceiling, and the crowd's stifling quieted. Drink your spit and gaze at the suspicious man on the stage. It is doubtful and perplexing to dwell in its eyes.

"In the words of prayer written in the old language, we ask you to increase the strength of the saint's righteous cause."

People's eyes hold hope with a priestly and confident explanation.

"All things lost, Changbao!

A powerful people should feel powerless to act.

Increased magic with a curse engraved on the church.

The last force to go closed in the ceiling, and the [stubborn] technique of the [nest suspension (cake)] school was completed. Protected by the magic of two people and the magic of [the sorcerer's tears] recovered from the burning of that great fire, most attacks would have made it impossible to destroy it.

"I built a [wall of true water] on the window, so I guess I can prevent a single [spear of light] shot."

"Thank you, thank you very much..."

The priest frightens and bows his head deeply to the wizard youth.

"Even I don't want to die yet, and I didn't get the stained glass, so if I get shot in with a [spear of light] or something while [flying], it's Ichikoro, and it's up to the priest to decide when to close the door"

The five saw the main door of the chapel from the sermon stand.

The faithful arrive for help, crowded enough not to fall away from their luggage, but people driven by fear push later.

Crying voices of babies and toddlers, screaming voices calling out the names of saints, shouting words of prayer (phrases) in Hunan with mixed common words, not treading on his feet mixed with anger, and the sound of pain pressed against a fixed bench rose from all over.

"Do you have an outlet for this chapel?

"What? No, I'll close the night... if you connect the extension cord from the back, we might be able to figure it out"

The eyes that ask what they want to do gather in Lazolnik.

"No, more than that, please all of you run away quickly. We're here."

"Hey, Grandma. You mustn't be unscrupulous. Strategically, this place is considered a Nemus Liberation Army because it's awesome. I'm staying."

He grinned at his mouth in a distracted manner, but the eyes of intelligence agent Razornik were not grinning.