It's all one flower.

The morning after Curse Doctor Septentriou found out about the conversation between General Unuk Elhaia and Ambassador Zatvor. A volunteer from the Patens Temple Congregation brought a copy of the morning newspaper and A3 judgment to the twelfth clinic in the refugee camp.

In front of the clinic entrance, there is a roof that protects patients on standby from rain and sunlight, and a bulletin board that doubles as a wall stands on one side only.

The volunteers pasted out A3 copies by shifting the other postings one by one to clear the space and sticking out the lower half.

"Lake Water Daily!"

Did you go all the way to Nemolaris?

Patients who are waiting for the start of their treatment time raise their voices, which seem to be nostalgic for the title they have seen for a long time.

"I didn't go." I only copied what came around in the hand of the Order. "

"No, no, thank you."

"I want to know a little bit about what's going on in the country right now."

Is that the original guy?

A middle-aged man with a medical condition points to a newspaper that a volunteer has clamped in his armpit.

"No, this is the headquarters edition of Hunan Economics. Right now, we're splitting them up and distributing some to each hut. This is for people who are hospitalized."

It's usually a little bit closer to the meeting place, isn't it?

"What's the matter? For today only?"

A shadow of anxiety shadows the patients' faces.

Several people stepped out of the line and stood in front of the bulletin board.

General Unuk El-Haia?

The Liberation Army has spoken to a diplomat in Lacrimalis.

“Will you read it for me?”

An old woman called out from the row, and a young patient read the article.

On September 1 at the Lacrimalis Embassy in Clavel, General Unuku Elhaia, a prominent member of the Lacus Neinia family, and Ambassador Zatvor met.

He explains the current situation in the Republic of Nemoraris. Suddenly, without any diplomacy or dialogue, he declared war and criticized Artel, who had massacred the citizens of Nemoraris, and the government and opposition parties that had created the cause of the war.

The ambassador described the reception of the nemoraris refugees and the damage caused by the fierce wind tree planted in the territory of Lacrimalis by the Arterial Army. He brought the case before the International Court of Justice, but strongly criticized the government for not responding to the appeal and for not responding to calls for dialogue through third countries.

He and the Ambassador also questioned the UN's response to severe sanctions against the Republic of Nemoraris, calling on the international community to respond in a fair and impartial manner and to cooperate in peacemaking, while overlooking Artel's use of force in violation of international law and the massacre of civilians.

"It's not in the article, but the uastast has a whole two-hour conversation on video, and hundreds of thousands of people have already watched it."

"Huh? It's been less than a week?"

Did Hunan Economy put that on the list as well?

The volunteers explained that the patients waiting outside for a check-up had caught up with them.

The windows and doors of the clinic are open, but it is for ventilation. There is still more than an hour of outpatient time, and I am in a hurry to see inpatients and have breakfast. The inpatients listened softly to the voice outside and seemed restless.

The volunteer makes a slightly louder voice.

“Not in the newspaper, but on the official channel of the Royal Government of Lacrimalis. The Hunan Economy article also includes a video URL."

The inside and outside of the clinic were noisy.

"After all, the Royal Family of Lacrimalis wants the House of Lacus Neunia to be restored sacredly."

Is the Nemus Liberation Army going to be a legitimate government?

What will happen to our people on land?

"Lacrimalis cut off the powerless people."

”When the civil strife ended, I fled to Zerneau, crossing the Kubulum Mountains in desperation.”

I've been hiding in Crevelle, and I've been here since I started hunting for Kirkuz.

The eyes of the patients waiting outside are gathered on the elderly woman.

The woman who had received the gaze continued to scratch her grey head with gray hair intermingled with black hair.

“People who can use magic are anxious to know whether we people without power are really Fluxinus or Kirkus who use magic tools to deceive everyone.”

"Do you use magic tools?" A Kirkuk? "

An unbelievable voice flew from the back of the row, and the air in the field was stained with the same question.

That's right. In the neighborhood boarding house, a student wearing a spell or clothes with a spell mark was spotted by the Liberation Army as a Kirkuzi with no power, and executed on the roadside.

"Eh... eh?"

"How can I see through it...?"

The Liberation Army will go around the houses of the people on land one by one to get hold of the Magic Crystal .

Oh, I see.

Convincing voices rose from all over the queue.

“How do you know if you're a Hidden Kirkwurst?”

"It's not like you were killed in the atmosphere or something like that."

Tension oozes in the voice of the question.

If you find out you're a powerless people, ask questions one by one by [force], and let them answer the questions of faith.

Well, that's for sure.

The air in the parking lot was a little loose.

"But... when I went to get rations for the temple, I heard from people in other districts that I saw people without power who were friendly with the Hidden Kirkus... so I got scared and folded up the shop and came out."

Inside and outside the clinic, it calms down like water.

Septentrio, the curse surgeon, had just finished treating the burned man while working on the metal, and unexpectedly pinched his mouth.

“The central figure in the hunt for the Hidden Kirk has been blamed by General Unuk Elhaia, and there is no longer any investigation or execution of the faith.”

Where is the source of your information, Doctor Curse?

I was asked a pressing question from the hospital bed next door.

Recently, an acquaintance of mine who went to Cleveland heard from the guru.

Well then, are you sure it's okay to go home now?

"That's... not to say in a nutshell"

"Why, why!"

"Ah, look out!"

Volunteers support the patient as he leaves the hospital bed.

“Unemployment among the powerless is very high, and homes destroyed in combat tend to have more land than just rubble.”

"Why can't you rebuild it?" You don't have enough money? "

"There is a shortage of technicians and supplies. According to an acquaintance, the construction of the fishery association's cold storage warehouse has been interrupted due to lack of materials.”

Well then, shouldn't we go home yet?

It would be better if the sanctions were lifted.

The patients desperately dropped their shoulders.