It's all one flower.

There is a lot of rain this year.

It is certainly a spring rainy time, but it rained a few days and Senator Laqueus' small concert, was cancelled from time to time.

On the other hand, the rain has distracted Senator Krapievnik from exchanging notes and newspaper clippings with supporters, and the external situation is becoming a little clearer.

Any notes or newspapers that have been read shall be returned to Senator Krapifnik. Later he burned and the ashes were flushing down the toilet.

Recently, a paralyzed Nemoralis ordinary man has [jumped] onto the mainland of Artel and says he is guerrilla active.

It is only an act of incitement to conflict between the two countries, but Lacueus had no right to hinder their revenge.

He used to fight for his wife by switching the harp to a gun.

When he remembered his vanity in endless vengeance, he moved on to political activities and went east to divide the country. I can still remember the relief and joy when the peace agreement was finally reached, as it did yesterday.

Again, it must not be fought for half a century.

... We have to make him stop at all costs... but how?

Senator Laqueus wrote a note to Senator Krapievnik, with the thought of a straw as well.

On a waiting rainy night, I entrust a piece of paper to the water mass that visited the window. I got back to you right away, and they attached a copy.

This rain itself was brought about by the [Flying Swallow] school's curse [Gentle Rain]. The singer says he is a scholarly sorcerer.

We pinched a few rainy nights in between, and finally, the person showed up.

Beyond the four-lane road running along the senator's quarters, a woman in a landmark hat can be seen.

In the guise of passing by and listening to the sound of the harp heard by chance, he was supposed to have the unfinished song of national reconciliation examined.

The author of the unfinished song was a scholarly sorcerer.

At the time, it was described as "having no magical effect," but I didn't feel like it was "not a curse".

The weather forecast BGM "Find this Big Sky" is an arrangement of [gentle rainfall]. If you don't sing magic on your original lyrics with powerful words, you don't have the power of a curse [gentle rainfall].

Even if it was an arrangement of spells, couldn't you tell a Kirkurist harp player?

If it was an arrangement of some kind of curse, I wanted to know what kind of potency the original song was.

If it has the effect of appeasing people's minds, I am asking through Senator Krapievnik to actively spread it.

The signal turns blue and the person crosses the crosswalk.

The hat was wide and the upstairs window showed no face or age. No, that's better.

Raqueus sharpened his mind more than usual, and just as the person crossed the crosswalk halfway, he clawed the strings.

The song plays well from time to time in a thin cloudy sky.

A woman looked around left and right and stopped her legs in front of the quarters. He went into the blind spot, invisible through the window, but Lacueus scratched the strings with a reduced beating high.

A police officer in charge of security approaches a woman. He went into a blind spot, too. She responds honestly to job questions and asks police officers.

"It's a beautiful harp, isn't it? Is that a record? Or is someone playing?

"Oh, this is Senator Lacueus playing live."

"Oh, yeah. You're so good that you don't have to be a senator."

Police officers and women laugh together. The two listened in silence until the song was over.

The last bar disappears into cloudy weather. The woman applauded, and police officers and other passers-by clapped their hands.

"Really, it's beautiful. This is the first song I've ever heard. Officer, do you work listening to such a beautiful harp every day?

"Yeah, well, the place is alternate, not every day, but I'm looking forward to hitting this place."

"It would be. Why don't you tell me the name of the song? If I had a record, I'd want one too."

Answer that the police officer's voice sounds sorry.

"No, I don't know myself."

"Yes. Too bad. Well, thank you for the beautiful performance, Senator."

The woman's footsteps turn away and the police officer returns to position.

I didn't know the scholarly sorcerer. Remember, I'm supposed to go home and ask my people.

Even if it were a complete original of the example composer, he had asked me to sing everywhere so that the song of national reconciliation would be widely known to the people.

The lyrics are only made at the beginning, but Senator Krapifnik's supporters have already been given a note with the lyrics.

Peaceful lake breeze

Hiraki Island celebrates a new dawn.

Little island flowers shake in the morning sun in the lake (Umi) of Lacus

The poet said that a new era had come to Hunan region.

This is not the future he had. In the end, the present state was not to be glorified by the poet.

Salt Lake Lacus is also told to be the tear of the goddess Panisea Uni Flora.

At the time, the idea of ethnic self-determination (minnow-crustled) pushed in, and society was shaking like a flower in the wind.

On a small island in the lake of tears (Lacus), several flowers would have been scattered in the winds of the times. That's the same for the Artel region of the continent. Weren't you supposed to be followed by this?

Who the devil asthma cannon is and what many MPs make up. If you scream out the window about the circumstances in which Laqueus and the others were placed, they will kill you immediately. The voice, not passed on to anyone, not in people's memories, disappears for no reason.

Senator Laqueus made the senators and security soldiers and police officers and passers-by who were housed in this quarters listen to the main melody of the unfinished song in a harp, both on rainy and sunny days.

The senators seem to be getting tired of it, but they don't mind continuing. Three times a day, he sat by the window, shivering the strings into a song of national reconciliation.

This was the utmost resistance that could be made to Lacueus today.

At the end of the spring rainy season, [gentle rainfall] will be the last because it will be suspicious any more, a note came around from Senator Krapievnik.

In addition, there were no scholarly operators who knew the song, so I broadened the scope of the investigation.

The composer's original possibilities increased, but Senator Lacueus still didn't mind.

Even though the dark clouds were drooling, before the civil unrest of half a century... it was a song made during the time of the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic, which was peaceful.

Of course (of course) the long-lived race to know at the time wanted the young people born after the end of the civil unrest to know.

The people of land and the people of the lake. Powerful people and powerless people. republicans and royal vindicators. Kirkrus and Fluxinus.

In the past, he lived in peace as the same "people of Lacus lacrimalis", regardless of race, magic, ideological creed or faith.

I wanted you to know that the struggle bled out and the desire for peace that had befallen them before they were divided.