It's all one flower.

When Roark put the last bag in the box, the applause happened.

Students and Auserrat. Pharmacist (dull) Awellana had a smile on her tired face.

"Good luck. Now we can buy them time until they're alone."

When Auserrattle bowed Kyou, the students also expressed their appreciation.

Freed from a huge amount of pharmaceutical work, less of a relief, we both have no words.

Now we can go home again. The life of the mansion is certainly safe and comfortable, but the more the days went by, the more the difference with the homeland rose to consciousness and the desire to be there was raised.

Roark has no one to wait for, and the house to go home to is mourned, but still, his home is his home.

"You look pretty tired. Take a break today, tomorrow for two days."

Under the contract, we are to leave the day after completion.

"I'll have a day to check with both of you. The completion of the confirmation will be the contractual 'Pharmaceutical Work End Date'."

Before Roark spoke his doubts, Auserrattle took the lead and made him laugh. In other words, if he sends the confirmation work ahead, he can extend his stay until the middle of June at the most.

I have now clearly stated the deadline. He said he was reluctant to hold back a line of mobile dealerships, Praether Missa.

Roark drowned his head deeply, expressing unspeakable gratitude.

A servant goes to the kitchen where Leno and the others are.

Roark and the pharmacist Awellana also went to the working room of the spreading squad. Announce the end of pharmaceuticals. The smile played and the room lit up all at once.

"Now finally, don't move on"

A clearly addressed employee, Cruillo, meets his sister in the face. My sister Amana expressed her joy by hugging Cruillo. Still, shy away from everyone, or I won't put it to words.

At least, it seems that the father of this brother and sister lives in Cravel, the capital of Nemoralis Island.

Such care of the elementary school girl was sad for Roark.

Pharmacist Awellana asks everyone who was gathered by the window, not the workbench.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what happened today?

"I think I might have found a song."

The needle Amiella replied, inviting them both by hand.

When the nine gathered, the boulders filled the windows.

Three of the Star Road Prostitutes give way to a subtle place and move to the workbench.

Amiella opened an old notebook to two people who came later.

"When I was a kid, my grandmother and I packed a bunch of things in a little can and buried them. When I left the Autonomous Region, I dug it out and brought it..."

Time capsular cans contain my grandmother's notebook and this notebook, in addition to other items that young Amiella didn't love.

This notebook differed from my grandmother's from the color of the cover and the handwriting inside. I don't know whose it belongs to.

The only thing that was written was the first few pages, later blank paper.

"So, it's in there..."

Roark and pharmacist Awellana peek at the first page. It's a letter that Roark has no idea.

"Oh, this is a [gentle rainfall] spell. It was on the record. The curse."

"Are You The Original Weather Forecast Lyrics"

When Roark confirmed, Awellana nodded. I agree with the other wizard, Cruillo.

As Amiella turned the page, the next opening was lined with neat Hunan letters. "Find This Great Sky" lyrics.

"For a long time, it's an old-school notebook, but did the old man know the lyrics to the weather forecast?

Roark asked, but Awellana, a long-lived race, tilted her neck.

"Come on......? I don't know the old days of the Lacus Lacrimaris Republic..."

"But you didn't know the people in this mansion. I don't know a few years."

Employee Cruillo told me, Roark remembered the day he sang under the almond flowers. Then, too, they asked for the lyrics, and the dozens of copies written and handed out by the Cruellos.

The record's performer name was "Lacus Lacrimaris Symphony Orchestra".

At least thirty years ago. Later in the half century of civil unrest, the land would have been devastated and not where the orchestra was recorded.

To Roark, that record seemed a symbol of a peaceful era.

Amiella turns the notebook.

The next opening was only on one side, and that was on the way too. It is written in Hunan in the same handwriting as the previous page.

The first line was "Centennial National Broadcasting on the Centennial of the Transition of the Republican System," with a single line empty and something like poetry spelled out.

"Well, so, because the first two were songs on the record, it went with the song, too."

Farkill said, operating the tablet terminal. In the sunroom, audio recorded from the record is played back with a clear sound.

Roark cleared his ears to the Lord's melody as he followed the notebook poem with his eyes.

Peaceful lake breeze

Hiraki Island celebrates a new dawn.

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

"... if you ask me that, it's like it's right, it's not right...?

Awellana said to me that she didn't seem confident.

It was composed in the days of the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic, but under some circumstances, I guess I couldn't record the singing.

Roark, not knowing the centennial of state broadcasting, learned in a history class if the republican transition in the Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis. It was about 180 years ago.

That "circumstance of not being able to record a song" may be because the singer died in the Civil War.

"What do you think, Mr. Rourke?

"I think this, too, is the lyrics to" All One Flower ""

Furkill asked me, and when I mouthed the answer, that turned into certainty.

The contents of the record are essentially three songs. The weather forecast's BGM, "Find This Big Sky," and the curse on which it was based [gentle rainfall], and "All One Flower". Each arrangement contained many streets.

I can't imagine what kind of person recognized the lyrics in this notebook and why they were in Amiela's grandmother's hands.

"So, we're only halfway there, so we're all going to keep building it."

Amana spreads her own notebook. There were words written down in young letters that we all came up with a proposal saying, "Oh, no, not like this." They haven't even set the direction yet. Words that were not even retracted were lined up in bulk.

"And..."

Amana turned her notebook and opened it to the two of them to show.

Outside the column is a large "National Health Gymnastics," with poems written from the first line of the body.

"This, Amana?

"Tis and Farkill and the three of us made it."

When Roark saw Farkill, the boy explained with a glimmer of laughter.

"War is a national quarrel, because the people need to feel like 'no more war, let's all get along' to get great people to talk about making up..."

"He's eating there years, 'cause it's a song we all know. It's like putting a peace wish on this and delivering it to everyone, it's hard to come up with."

Medvege took a piece of paper from the top of the work desk and let it flicker.

Roark and Awellana impress and see elementary school girls. Amana said in haste.

"I hope you spread this song to everyone and feel like making up for it..."

It was well known that children were laughed at as bullshit, and the elementary school students wrote poems with sadness.

Roark, a high school student, shuddered his heart at the same time as he shuddered at that earnest wish. Such a little kid sees the big picture and works hard on the full things he can do.

... I was only thinking about myself.

I am reminded of the narrowness and powerlessness of my field of view, and there is no gushing sound.

"If today, tomorrow is the day off, it's just fine. Let's Practice This Song"

No one opposed Captain Solniak. To the Leno storekeepers, they decide to talk at lunch and look at the lyrics.

The three of them had written me a copy of the lyrics for the number of people.

Nemolaris, Nemolaris, Fnaris, it's the island of Lacus.

Lanterna, Artel, the shoreline was one.

Stand by the lake.

Find new days, connect hands with everyone.

Make your thoughts a song tomorrow.

Everybody's got a strong wish.

Give me the courage, sing. Here.

Until the day the dream of a peaceful future comes true.

Nemolaris, Nemolaris, Fnaris, it's the island of Lacus.

Lanterna, Artel, the shoreline was one.

Sad memories. Come on, wipe your tears.

Real friends, including the difference.

Create one ring with a lowered fist

Connect. With that hand. Now we're going for one thing together.

Believe everyone, shining song. Here.

I'm not giving up my dream of a peaceful future.

It doesn't matter if you have magic or not, you're one people.

Oak (Kashi) and Star Road Lake Lu are also allies

We're going to make a happy smile.

Let's hope it lasts forever.

Everything is one equally important

Let's all sing this song.

Give hope, sing a song. Here.

Dreams of a peaceful future come true.

Let's have a happy flower tomorrow.

It contains not only the wartime republics of Nemoralis and Artel, but also the kingdom of Lacrimalis.

Originally, it was one country. There is no way we can be sandwiched in both countries and remain irrelevant. It's already an influx of war refugees like the Roarks, and it's affecting them. Positively, it is ideal for arbitrators in both countries.

There is nothing to do for everyone who has been overlooked by today's mobile distributors (Praetermissa), and I can only hope for a day when the Royal Government of Lacrimalis will prepare a place for peaceful consultation.

... That's right. At best, I can only help spread this song.

I don't think Roark has any effect on this.

In the first place, I had no idea how to get this song to the Artel side. If you stirred up the Nemoralists' sense of war, that's your word.

If Artel's aim is to salvage the Kirkurs pushed into the Ristover Autonomous Region, it would be more realistic to turn them over.

Has there not been any talk of it from either country?

Farkill manipulated the tablet terminal. A sharp whistle is followed by a BGM of national health gymnastics.

The Roarks Nine followed the Lord's Melody as they read the lyrics.