It's all one flower.

A line of mobile distributors overlooked (Praetermissa) were allowed to use the sunroom again, courtesy of the head of the commercial union Latuni, after the afternoon tea.

I finished making all my meds yesterday and I'm off today. Pharmacist (dull) Awellana was relieved of the burden sooner than she thought and was half-hearted.

The pharmacist candidates will now be self-taught based on textbooks and the teachings of Awellana. The medical care of the citizens of Dossici comes hanging on the shoulders of the seven of them, but as far as Awellana could see, they were impeccable in character and ability. They would do a fine job and support the lives of their citizens.

The sunroom also brought together union chief Latuni and several other servants, including the chef. Against the sparkling eyes of the people of the Mansion, a line of Praethermissa returns a grisly affectionate laugh.

Employee Cruello stands by the regenerator and prepares the record.

Just like last time, Farkill had a tablet terminal by the windows lined with solar panels.

"Okay, guys, here we go. Start with the weather forecast song."

You don't have to look at the lyrics anymore to sing this. When Cruello dropped the needle on the record, his spine grew steadily.

The sound flow familiar to your ears will lift you off your shoulders. I breathed heavily and lay my voice in the Lord's melody.

The voice of an adult man supports the bottom, the voice of a teenager leads in stretch, the voice of a woman gives a gorgeous glow, and the voice of a girl bounces vibrantly.

A line of praethermassas follows the same melodies and simulates, but the melted voices in one resonated in several layers. The original song is a curse, but this lyric spelled in Hunan has no effect as a sorcery, of course (of course).

The next step in the weather forecast, "Find this sky," is a new song.

Make it as a CM song from the bakery and sing it first thing you're going to do. To show that we are not merely refugees who are blinded to illegal immigration and who are at the mercy of people. To make it easier to do business as a truly working mobile distributor.

The chef bites the meaning of the lyrics and listens with a nod over and over again.

The other servants were shining their eyes and listening with surprise and smile.

The song ends and the aftertaste disappears. Farkill stroked the tablet terminal and stopped recording. When Cruello operates the regenerator, the needle rises from the record and returns to its constant position.

"The second one, what a song?

The chef asks and the manager of Leno answers.

"It's a commercial song."

"Don't you have a title?

"... if you ask me, I didn't put it on"

Manager Leno answered with a few thoughts. Awellana saw a note of the lyrics, but the title was not written. Everyone looks at each other and laughs at what I just realized, if you ask me so.

"You should have. How about" Let's Deliver Bread "?

Roll the title the chef thought for me over his tongue and see the lyrics at hand. Elantis, the youngest son of the bakery, grinned.

"'Let's Deliver Bread'... Perfect"

"Thank you"

When manager Leno and Pinatifida thanked each other at the same time, Elantis panicked and lowered his head. Everyone else says thank you in a mouthful.

When the servants applauded, the chef scratched his cheek in the light.

"Well, it's time for the next one."

Union President Latuni stopped applauding and said.

Today, Auxerratore is on the test list and is not here.

Cruillo turns the record over and prepares it.

"Next, the lyrics are only halfway there, but for once..."

"On the way? Why?

"From Mr. Amiela's grandmother's artifacts, I found an old notebook, and there were just a few lyrics written there."

Union President Latuni saw the needle amiera in Cruillo's description.

"When I was a kid, my grandmother and I filled our cans with all sorts of things and buried them. After the air raid, I dug it up and brought it in."

"You don't know the details anymore, do you?

"Yes, excuse me"

"I don't care."

He gave a eagle smile to the frightening Amiella, and Latuni urged employee Cruillo. Furkill manipulates the tablet terminal with signals and stretches everyone's spine.

When Cruello operated the regenerator, the needle slowly descended onto the plate surface of the record. Without a prelude, I suddenly go into a singout.

"Peaceful Lake Wind"

No one was late, and we could all speak up. Horrible, singing out the words that follow.

"Keishima will celebrate a new dawn.

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

That's where the lyrics end and only the melody flows from the record. The clapped audience seemed a little unfortunate, but did not pinch their mouths and waited for the end of the song.

Farkill stops recording.

Latuni clapped and labored a line of Praethermassa.

"Well, you can't help what you don't. Just a part of it was wonderful."

"Thank you. Next thing you know, I just made some new lyrics so I haven't been able to practice enough yet......"

Cruillo exchanges records and says. Everyone got the lyrics out of a bunch of paper in their hands that they just remembered yesterday. The main melody of "National Health Gymnastics" is accompanied by a poem calling for the end of battle and coexistence. Two elementary school students and Farkill made it, so it was spelled out in plain language.

Awellana and Captain Solgnark, the driver Medvege, are familiar with the song. The three lyrics, too, would have remembered perfectly.

The six remaining young men, who had been singing and practicing many times, still didn't seem confident.

The whistle is followed by a prelude.

Awellana sang as loudly as possible as she ran her gaze to the lyrics. As expected, the voices of six people who are not familiar with "National Health Gymnastics" are small. Captain Solgnac and the others raise their voices to make up for it, too, were they aware of it?

The light song was ridden with easy-to-understand lyrics and a smile bloomed from the people at the mansion. As soon as the recording is finished and Farkill nods, a crackling praise occurs.

"... let's pray too that the day will come when we can live on this song"

To the words of the master of the mansion, Latuni, the servants returned to their true faces and nodded deeply.

The female head says with a look somewhere far away.

"There are a lot of people who know the song, so we can spread the word."

"Thank you. I'll give you the lyrics later."

Manager Leno drips his head deep. The pharmacists Awellana likened to it.

If it is spread to the surrounding countries via vendors and tourists who visit the city, the day may come to enter the ears of the Artelians within it.

Awellana, the people of the lake, hoped that one or more people would sympathize with this song.

Right now, this wish is only a dream story.

... The Hunan song doesn't work like a spell, but it's not a spell, so maybe people from Artel can listen to it.

I had no choice but to hope for a few possibilities.

Those who possess magic are called "powerful people," but the power of each and every one is small. Fighting (oh) war can be a great force if the heart and heart that desire peace combine.

Among the systems of democracy led by the majority, I decided to spread the song to my heart as a landmark that binds my desire to stop fighting so that this little voice is not scratched off.

... even if we're going to break up on the Vieetfi Bridge... if I'm alone, I won't give up.

There are more pilgrims and tourists if you go to the city of Grom or the king's capital Lacrimaris.

There will also be officials from the Fraxinus denomination, faithful and human rights organizations who will go to Nemoralis for humanitarian aid. That's not all. Nemoralis who have become refugees will also be temporarily protected and staying.

If we were to adopt a majority vote in a democracy, we wanted to stir up a sense of disobedience in the minds of many.

"I wish I could have told everyone else."

The gardener said it was smudging.

Farkill asks face-up from the terminal.

"Don't all of you here have tablet devices or computers that say this?

"I don't need anything else."

My husband Latuni answers instantly, and the servants snort.

Here in the Lacrimaris kingdom is a two-wheeled country that compromises magic and science, but with an emphasis on magical civilization. Since the majority of the people are wizards, there was no choice but to do so.

"What I just recorded...... I'm going to publish it on the internet, okay?

Farkill looks around and listens to everyone in Praether Missa.

To Awellana, I didn't know what that meant, and I couldn't say yes or no. Does everyone else, too, stare at a grom citizen boy with a surprising (keen) face.

Farkill thought a little and explained it in detail.

"There's a" place "on the Internet where you can publish music and video. Keep it there and you can listen wherever you are in the world."

"From anywhere?

Farkill nods and replies to manager Leno, whose voice turned in surprise.

"Yes, if you have an internet connection environment, from any distance, in the Far East Day Book Empire, or in the Barbatum Federation on the Alton Gaza continent,"

Somewhat in between, employee Cruillo agreed. Seeing my brother snort, Amana also shakes her neck vertically besides. Because my friend said it was good, Elantis also responded, "Fine," and his brother and sister followed his sister, not sure.

Thus, seeing everyone agree, Farkill declared.

"Then I will publish the lyrics to the audio. If you search by the name of the mobile distributor 'Praetelmisa', we will make sure it comes out, so when you get a chance, look for it."

"Right. Now, pick up your device from Amitostigma ASAP."

Latuni said, a smile spread to the servants as well.