It's all one flower.

Even today, Rourke went to the city of Ignikans on the other bank to gather information.

At the cafe, he eavesdrops on rumors around him as he writes out information on the recent bombing of the Luffs seminary in his notebook.

We put together bombings using many cafes as a rollover and took an evening bus back to the city of Cardafstovaux on the island of Lanterna. Slip through the streets where supper buys and workers on their way home, and hurry to the stairs descending to the underground town of Chernoknyjnik.

"I'm glad you made it."

My legs stopped in my familiar voice during the mess.

For those who spoke, there was a coffee shop where the old lady, Silva, was asked to cooperate with the Nemoralis Grief Squad. It reminds me of something I don't like, and my walking leg gets heavy.

"Well, good to see you about your cousin, Grandma."

"I'll take care of it. I go everywhere on business and meet all kinds of people. Please wait at the inn because I'll show you the photos I left."

"Yes, thank you. Best regards,"

I know a crying voice that I will thank over and over again, as well as the voice of an old woman who took it easy on me.

Roark didn't think, he stroked his face. I haven't removed the [makeup] necklace yet. Now he was the face of a young man who seemed to have no one to know.

The old lady, Silva, waves and breaks up with Ziolito, a theological student in private clothes.

Roark followed the boy down the stairs with the map-like paper in his hand.

... Ziolito, you were safe. But why are you here?

Roark thought as he tailed a spring coat with a large bag on his shoulder.

Like Skinum, he left seminary when he realized there was magic, he couldn't even go home, and he crossed over to Lanterna Island, without feeling sad.

After learning of his magic at an early age, Skinum indulged in faith as a result of his admission to the Luphus seminary and his acceptance by priests and deans.

If Ziolito had recently found out who he was, couldn't even talk to the priests, and came out on his own, he would have more anxiety and despair.

His future as a priest, as well as the family and friends of the Kirkurs...... his footsteps were too light for those who had lost all of their previous lives at once.

Plus, an earlier conversation with Silva.

It looks like he gave Silva a picture of Ziolito's cousin and requested an extensive search, including outside the Artel Republic.

... What's "I'm glad you're doing so well"?

The way the two of them looked, they seemed to know each other from before.

I am also curious how witches who belong to the militant guerrilla Nemoralis Grief Squad and send people imprisoned in despair to their places of death, and the Kirkurist faith elite enrolled in the priesthood course at the Luphus Seminary, became acquainted.

Ziolito confirms the surrounding signs with the paper of his hand each time he comes to the divide and proceeds in a firm stride to the back of the underground Chernochnijnik.

Roark approached to peek at the paper. As soon as I was interrupted and avoided by irrelevant passers-by, I was quickly flushed by a human wave and pulled away.

I know a lot about this neighborhood, but if you go too deep and slow, the curse shop manager Gentius will be worried.

The brick laid aisle is filled with the delicious smell of dinner, mixed together to stimulate the belly worm. The hunger was way over the limit because I finished my lunch with a cafe snack.

From the other side, Skinum came. Looks like you're back to grab it and hold the swollen cloth bag heavy.

Roark was changing his face today by re-hanging his [makeup] necklace every time he changed the store. I don't have to worry about Skinum noticing Roark, but Ziolito might.

...... that's not good.

But if you talk to me, I'll know it's Roark with my voice.

Ziolito, who was checking the signs, stopped to look at the end of the aisle. Skinum also notices and runs over to his classmates.

"Mr. Ziolito! How did you end up here?

"Skinum, you're the one! Everyone was worried."

"... did you come looking for me?

Ziolito flickered at the paper in his hand as Skinum restocked his luggage and took a step back.

"No, I'm here for you personally."

I put my hand in my pocket and put out a big notebook file.

"I'm looking for my cousin, didn't you see him?

Skinum shook his head left and right toward the file.

"So, didn't you know this inn?

The skinum shown on the paper shakes his head, feeling sorry for this too.

... Inn? You mean you're gonna sit in the basement until you find your cousin?

If Skinum doesn't take the lead within not saying anything extra, his residence could leak to Kirkulus denominational officials at Rufus seminary and Artel.

Roark moved away gently, removing the [makeup] necklace in the shadow of the sign, and called out with a face that didn't eat anything.

"Mr. Skinum, were you there?

"Ah, Mr. Roark, welcome back. The manager asked me to buy it out, and I was just finishing up, but I met you, Ziolito..."

When Skinum spoke of the situation quickly, Ziolito turned with a surprised face.

"Until Mr. Roark... have you been here the whole time? We were both worried that they were missing."

Roark did not respond and turned his face to Skinum.

"There's a stand-up, and you should deliver the things you asked for first. Please tell the manager that I'm back and that I'm already agitated and having dinner at the lion's shop today. Skinum, you're always good, okay?

Speaking as a matter of decision, Suggestion, Skinum was admired by the atmosphere. I meet Ziolito lightly and get confused by the crowd.

"I'm glad you're safe, Ziolito. I'll pay for dinner, so let's talk slowly while we eat. There's a delicious restaurant called a lion's shop."

"What? Is that okay?

"I'm staying till this hour, because I'm staying in this city tonight, right?

"Yeah, well..."

Ziolito admitted honestly, but with an uninterrupted face.

Roark said no more and walked away grabbing his classmate's sleeve (so he wouldn't fall off).

Think of ways to mislead your position.

With the shortness I can explain before Skinum arrives, in case he slips his mouth, I'll work out the settings so there won't be any inconsistencies.

He also assembled questions that compelled him to ask about his relationship with Silva, the solicitor of the Nemoralis Grief Squad, and why he asked people from the autonomous community of Lanterna, not the police, why he did not return home and took an inn in Chernoknijnik.