It's all one flower.

It was not long after sundown that Senator Laqueus returned to his sister's waiting house.

Miscellaneous demons and demons come alive at night. Night out was more dangerous than ever now that signs of death filled the eastern section.

Senator Laqueus gently shut the door, hanging words of labor on his supporters who sent him with powerful lights.

"Welcome back"

"I'm home. I'm glad you're okay, sister"

Reports had been received, but Rep. Laqueus loosened his cheeks to the safe appearance of his solitary sister.

Kufshenka welcomes such a brother with his usual smile.

"What about dinner?

"If you say so, I haven't."

"I knew it. I thought so, I got it ready."

Talk about each other's recent developments while having a qualitative dinner with just soup and sturdy bread.

"... well, I can't help but regret the past. I have to figure out what to do now."

My brother hung up on my sister's back cleaning up the dishes.

Kufshenka remained silent until she had finished cleaning up after the meal and brewed herbal tea back to the table.

"... right"

"Yeah. If we could all get along, like us and Mr. Frisanthem, like we used to, regardless of faith or magic, that would be the best thing..."

"It must be hard right now."

Kufshenka says as she puts the cup in front of her brother. My brother inhaled the scent all over his chest before uttering words.

"Thirty years ago, I thought if we kept each other out of it, we could live in peace. So I was in favour of separating countries"

So my brother, once cut, saw Kufshenka snort small and said clearly.

"But I think that was a mistake"

"Right. Whatever Lanista is, I wonder what Artel people are thinking."

When the two sisters are alone, they throw away the congressman's face, and as their brother, reveal to their sister the inside of their breasts.

Kufshenka was no different from her childhood, she retained her brother's feelings and encouraged him to go ahead.

"People who have moved to Artel will have friends and acquaintances on this island."

"That's it. Even Lacrimaris does. I also met and talked to the resident ambassador of the kingdom, but I didn't break my attitude either way. I think I know something..."

My brother wraps his cup with both hands full of wrinkles and savors the scent of tea that soothes his heart. Waiting for his brother's feelings to settle down, Kufshenka opened her mouth.

"What do you want your congressman teacher to do? Would it be nice for the Ristover Autonomous Region to become a part of Artel? Or should I be independent as a small but Kirkurist state?

Earlier, I explained to my brother, once again, the difference between the faction of the powerful people of the Autonomous Region and the policies of the star sign (servant) and the star path courageous army.

The people of the Autonomous Communities are never a single rock. The next time we hold elections, the candidates will be disturbed and the votes will crack.

If we send people to national politics with less than a majority of votes, it will be a major scourge (kakon) and will also create new strife within the Autonomous Communities.

"Sister, what I'm going to say now... don't be mad at me. Will you listen to me?

"I'm an adult now, so there's no reason to be angry about Halpator's decision."

Kufshenka called his brother by his name before the country split.

The current designation "Lacueus" means "trap". It's a name that I've been called since I became a member of Congress in the Autonomous Community.

My brother liked music from an early age and was a good harp.

When I was ten years old, I found the gift of harp and left my family to join boarding school.

When my family went to see me, I was so happy.

My brother would have drenched his age, but he seemed to have more fun than that, sparkling his eyes and talking about school life.

Friendship with music as an intermediary, irrelevant to race, magic, or faith. The strictly warm teachers said they taught people the way, not only music, but also beyond faith.

Until before the Civil War, he was a harp player working as part of the Lacus Lacrimaris Symphony Orchestra.

He is and always was a devout Kirkulus, but he played honestly as one piece of music, even if the original melody was a curse, without boycotting a concert.

Many of Halpator's friends were lost during half a century of civil unrest.

After the Civil War, when he moved to the Autonomous Community, he abandoned the path of musicians and took advantage of the connections he had built during his time as a harp player (Halpator) to move into political activity.

Halpator's wife was lost in the civil war and continued to work vigorously as a senator so that no one would ever taste the same grief again.

"The music I play, the powerless people, had no power whatsoever. That song wasn't finished at last."

When he had just become a member of Congress, his brother used to say that and mock himself when he was alone with Kufshenka.

Residents of Barack Street, wealthy people with estate districts and agricultural lands, the trust of the Autonomous Communities continued to be almost (mostly) "elected MPs of the Listwer Autonomous Communities".

The sister and brother of a powerless people is not a long-lived race like Frisian-themed sister Kalindula. The time left is limited.

My brother raised his face and looked straight into my sister's eyes and said:

"Sister, I want three countries back in one. If this wish were to come true, there would be no need for such a short, old life."

"... yes. That's one answer."

Kufshenka smiles like a gentle lake surface, accepting his brother's determination.

The MP, called "Trap (Lacueus)," said quietly.

"So, sister, I want you to tell me everything you have. Don't worry about me and keep it to yourself, like in the fire in Barack."

Kufshenka nodded and began to talk about the movements of each faction he had gained over the past month.