It's all one flower.

229. The spiciness of waiting

The store manager, Leno, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and Captain Solgnac, are not back yet.

As a representative of the overlooked mobile retailer (Praethermissa), I went to meet the head of the commercial union in the city of Dossici.

It was after sixteen o'clock when we got to the square, and now it's after twenty-one o'clock.

They told me it might be late and I had no choice but to have dinner first. For some time afterwards, I waited while doing what I could each do, including copying lyrics, spreading grass, and cookie fabric planting.

After sunset, half the doors of the carrier were opened as usual and the three of them were pulled out to set the order of watch. Now Morph and Roark are on watch.

Elantis, who was half beso worried about his brother Leno, had been laid to sleep by his sister Pinatifida.

My sister worries about my brother too, but when I put that on her face, my sister cries. Therefore, she reassured her sister with a bright voice.

Pinatifida kept her mouth shut because she is almost impossible for an outsider furkill to figure out, but doesn't know what to say and comfort her.

Solgnac is called "Captain," so I guess he's someone who can count on something. Besides, he is accompanied by the wizard Awellana.

... Are you going to let the union president stay because tonight is no longer in danger?

Farkill made his predictions while messing with the tablet in the blanket.

I realize I was looking for ingredients that could reassure me, and I also turn my thoughts around about anxiety that I don't actually know what's going on and concerns that I might not come back.

... If you're arrested for unauthorized business, the police will be here too, right? I mean, I haven't done anything yet. If you don't get a business license, you're not gonna get killed, are you?

Then you can leave here as soon as tomorrow morning and go to the next city.

That wasn't said in the previous city of Morniya, and the people in the city usually responded to the barter.

I was just worried here, there's nothing I can do.

I don't even know the union head's house. I am a powerless people, except for Cruillo. Walking in the city at night was dangerous.

The watch is second, with the driver Medvege on the other side.

I thought it seemed easier to stay awake until time than get up where I was sleeping, and I put every thing I could do today together in a text and published it to SNS. After that, I'm continuing to read the comments I've been accumulating.

Most of them are words of encouragement, some of which are mixed with cursing.

All comments appear in the same font, but the cursing comments appeared dim in Farkill's eyes. My stomach hurts small and I hurry and let it scroll to show the next comment.

There were also comments that posted links to news articles that seemed useful. Look at the address, check the source (source), and tap.

The Kingdom of Lacrimalis has not expressed its reception of refugees, but has also not refused to allow the influx of Nemoralis.

It is reported that only powerful people are allowed to naturalize, which also requires certain requirements and cumbersome (soluble) procedures.

Only traffic to third countries is equal to what is allowed.

... That's because, well, I figured it out in the previous city.

The news belonged to the Hunan Economic Newspaper, headquartered in Amitostigma. Amitostigma expresses the reception of refugees.

In short, via the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, I guess it's an article urging you to evacuate to Amitostigma.

But at least the Nemoralis people that Farkill acts with don't know what the tablet is, and they don't seem to know the Internet.

... Even if the Amitostigma newspaper says it, it won't tell the Nemoralists.

Perhaps you are saying it in the PR of the offices of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis or on the radio.

If it has not penetrated the people, there will be unnecessary trouble with the Nemoralis refugees.

... I don't know why you want to be able to accept someone who's lost everything.

As a human being, I want to help people in need. However, in an attempt to support tens of thousands of refugees, the lives of their own people are oppressed and they fall together.

A powerful people can manage to some extent to protect themselves from demons and such, but a powerless people must support their clothing and shelter for the time being.

Give it to Darkness and a voice of rebellion will rise from your own people.

It's not necessarily that the one who loses everything doesn't run to crime.

If you get involved badly, will you get caught in a war here too?

There is no guarantee that jobs and residences will be available soon. How long must we support it?

Who will bear the cost? Do you use this country's taxes like hot water for those who have not paid taxes to this country?

Are refugees deprived of their jobs and their own people lost in the streets?

Do they bury bones in the land, as the people of Amitostigma as they are?

Can we trust those who have abandoned their country? Aren't you going to leave before you return the favor?

When Farkill was at home, from what I saw on the online bulletin board, foreign public opinion brewed that kind of air.

In order to temporarily protect people who have been unreasonably abused (carpeted) human rights, some religious and human rights groups, international organizations, etc. are actually operating, but none of them are long-term support.

I just want to be able to survive today so that I don't dare to die "now".

If I'm not alive, I can't decide what lies ahead.

Different for people on the side who will continue to support them in the long run and be tolerated as neighbors.

In every conflict, not just the war between Nemoralis and Artel, there actually arises a problem that has been exhausted on the bulletin board.

Farkil had never examined the circumstances of amitostigma in detail, but now it is not.

- Traveler, aren't you going to Nemoralis anymore?

The latest writing was such a question.

... you say you won't go or you say it's not a situation where you can go...

For the time being, I will have to be with a line of mobile distributors Praether Missa.

After breaking up in the city of Grom, the ship will cross to the Funalis archipelago to convey the actual support activities of the Fraxinus Church in the King's capital Lacrimaris.

Then, if you can afford it, cross over to Nemoralis Island and tell them what's going on in the capital, Cravel.

I couldn't go with the Kruillos because I was lying about being a Glom citizen.

Believe that one day the truth will tell you what Artel's news didn't tell you, and stream it online.

Even if my post was deleted, someone I was saving might repost it when most of it was cold.

Now, images and videos are rapidly spreading because they explicitly indicate permission to reproduce them. It is impossible for the Artel authorities to go around deleting all of that.

The head office of SNS is located in a foreign country. Pressure from the governments of small countries on images and videos that are not in violation of the terms will not respond to requests for deletion.

Under no circumstances can we reach out to individuals locally.

... I want to tell you the truth. That's all.

Farkill did not answer the question and turned off the tablet terminal.