It's all one flower.

Exit the sunroom and gather in the working room of the herbivore.

Everyone else got to the work desk and began to write the lyrics on a bunch of paper that my middle-aged woman gave me.

Furkill exhales when everyone agrees.

The lyrics have already been typed and imaged. All you have to do is publish it with audio. I took a chair to the window and concentrated on my work.

To match the display of the lyrics with the audio progress, it is more stubborn than I thought.

By the time I managed to finish publishing the four songs, the sun was already down. Charging is critical.

Everyone else looks around.

This one had also finished the work and loosened the stiffness on her shoulders. That's all I can remember quickly if I write. From now on, everyone will be able to sing with confidence.

It was the middle-aged woman who came to call me ready to eat.

Hand over a bunch of lyrics written by manager Leno. The older woman received only three pieces and later returned them.

"That's all we need. Your husband's share, ours and the spare. Because we write it ourselves. After that, you guys go ahead and distribute it."

"Thank you"

Manager Leno's tired face brightened up. The female head also responds with a smile.

"It's okay. We hope the war ends soon, but that's all we can do."

The Nemoralists say thank you to each other.

Farkill also caged his heartfelt gratitude for the generosity of the Lacrimaris and bowed his head.

...... as an Arthurian.

Still, not many people I've met since I abandoned my country. Still, so far, I have not met a single one who wants the war to continue.

Tonight's meal was the extravaganza we deserved to call "dinner". A breath of admiration leaks from no one.

"We have prepared a small amount for everyone who has contributed a great deal to medical care in this city. I don't really appreciate it, but if you could accept it, I'd appreciate it. Thank you."

As Rathuni, the owner of the mansion, stated his mouth, the servants lined up on the wall applauded.

"No...... this is very kind of you and helpful. Thank you."

Manager Leno returns his thanks.

A line of praethermissa and the people of the mansion bowed their heads to each other and the meal began.

Patties and warm vegetables served elegantly, intense soups flavoured and aromatic with vanilla, thick beef steaks were exquisite to bake and subtract and overflowed with gravy when cut. Bread and fresh fruit refined with vegetables. The finest ingredients found in Farkill's eyes are used at all costs.

Boy soldier Morph learned how to eat when he did it these days and stopped eating scattered and buying the servant's laughter as before.

Here, no one takes food away from me. Realizing that, eating calmly was a very normal boy.

Farkill knew at first glance that the boy soldier Morph was not well raised, but he did not know at what end of his life he had become a soldier.

From everyone's conversation in Praethermissa, I assumed that I was living in poverty in an autonomous community of Kirkuls within the Republic of Nemoralis, but I could not ask the boulder in person.

After searching the "Star Road Prostitute Army," which I have heard so many times, I was surprised to get results with the terrorist organizations formed in that autonomous region.

The way you acted with the Fraxinus, smiled at them, and helped them manufacture magic drugs without spilling one stupidity, and the information on the internet doesn't match in your head. Believed the news site information or both.

The same goes for Farkil himself, but the line of Praethermassa, as one, does not pray after meals, nor pray in the morning and evening. Well, he wasn't even an unbelievable outlaw.

Looking closely again, it was a strange bunch.

... After you leave here, the city of Pravik is next.

If you leave there, head east along the Gulf of Lazuri for the city of Grom, via four cities on the southern shore of the island of Nenia.

Perhaps the four Kirkuls will cross the Vietofi Bridge to the island of Lanterna, in Artel territory.

The Kingdom of Lacrimaris says it's blocking the bridge, but if you don't actually go, I don't know if you can get through at all.

If I could cross it, Medvege would be the only one who could drive the truck, so the Fluxinus' journey east would be a tough one.

If we get to Grom City, Farkill has to break up with everyone so they don't find out the lies.

I was chased by my daily busy schedule and put off thinking. Going forward, I finished the most luxurious meal of my life thinking again about what to do.

Pull him to his assigned room and be alone with Roark.

When I finally left tomorrow, I twitched and didn't go to bed. Apparently, Roark is awake, too.

... I don't know at what point, but you've decided to break up.

I rang out thoughtfully.

"Mr. Roark, are you awake yet?

"Hmm? Yeah."

"Question, okay?

In a changed tone, Roark turns to see what's going on.

Farkill asked, gazing straight into Roark's eyes.

"When I checked online, Mr. Solniak's" Star Road Prostitute "came up with an explanation that even the Kirkurs terrorist organization didn't look that way at all..."

"That information fits you."

"What?"

I was instantly answered and doubted my ears. Roark continues pale.

"Shortly before the war began, our city of Zerneau was burned in the terror of the Star Road Prostitutes."

The three districts on the lake bank close to the autonomous community of Listwer were particularly badly damaged. Leno's brothers and sisters bakery, the factory where Cruello works, and the school attended by Roark's friends were burned.

Smuggled parts were assembled to build weapons, killing many citizens.

Captain Solniak's troops, along with other troops, raided the civil hospital. An official and patient counterattack killed the majority of the terrorists, but some of those three others were captured by the police.

Buses to shelters in neighboring cities and convoys carrying terrorists left at the same time. At that time, an air raid by the Artel army began and many refugees and arrests lost their lives.

"Uh... so, why..."

"Are you going to look fine and stay with a terrorist or something?

"Eh... yes"

I am seen through the question and affirm it with a grumpy mind.

Roark answered with a distant eye.

"I went to an acquaintance in the Miech district and only one of them was saved."

My parents say there was no terrorist damage on the other side of the canal, but it was burned down in an air raid by the Artel army.

"So I'm not a victim of terrorism... because I didn't get along with my parents. I'm not sure how everyone else is together. But..."

"But...?

Roark shut up and focused on Farkill's eyes. The moonlight that shoots over the thin curtain pours a pale light.

Farkill conceived what he would be told.

"You said that earlier, too. Those three, they're amazing good-looking people, and they don't look like terrorists at all, do they?

Farkill nodded, staring into Roark's eyes.

... so I'm asking you a question.

"The Autonomous Communities are highly differentiated between rich and poor, Morph, and I know you can imagine, but the poor really live miserably. If the Kirkuls elsewhere find out, they can't help but run out of bees, or on a level where there's often never been a riot before."

In this way, Roark's tone has no colour that scorns the inhabitants of the Glades. I guess I'm sympathetic.

"... so you're saying there's no choice in an air raid on Artel?

"I don't think so. But people in the Glades don't know what it's like to commit terrorism. And..."

Those who survived the air raid were stranded on the banks of the canal (by the banks) in flames and smoke. At that time, there were those who wanted to help themselves but did worse than terrorists.

"Differences in faith and between rich and poor have nothing to do with good and bad as human beings. We have to make amends one day for what we've done, but it's not for us to judge now."

Roark said something that he would tell himself. I guess he's not entirely convinced himself.

"Is that what the Leno store managers think...?

"Come on? But Mr. Leno's father, as of the canal, was still alive. But it's like they're dead because of the less than terrorists."

Farkill rebuffed Roark's answer in his head and asked again.

"Who are the less than terrorists...?

"In a nutshell, you're a self-absorbed guy"

"In myself..."

"There were only three or four powerful people, and the simple bond was critical."

Roark spoke abominably of the situation at the time.

They tried to rid the terrorists of their bonds and, furthermore, abandon their unconscious, dying children. A cloud has occurred and the circle of the junction has been broken. A group of miscellaneous demons fell into an avalanche there.

If we had grown up, the kingdom would have managed until morning.

"After we managed to escape from the air raid and the demons and demons of the canal, we survived with ten other men than Mr. Amiela."

"Other than Mr. Amiela...?

"Mr. Amiella, you know Morph. Ever since we got the truck, we ran into each other."

In the aftermath of the terrorist attacks, the slums of the autonomous community of Listwer were almost entirely burned by an unexplained fire. Amiella was burned out by herself and apparently protected for a little while at work in the estate district within the autonomous community.

The employer says he sent them out of the Autonomous Community, giving Amiella a variety of things, "like relying on relatives living on Nemoralis Island".

"If Captain Solgnac wasn't here, at least me and Mr. Awellana would be dead."

Roark did not elaborate on the matter. Farkill was a little concerned, but had nothing to do with the main point, so he swallowed the question.

It seemed a miracle to Farkill that people of different races and faiths in critical circumstances could help each other.

"Um, so, can we all go ahead or ahead of the Vieetofi Bridge? Or..."

"I haven't even heard what the Autonomous Communities are going to do. I don't even know if I can cross the bridge."

"That's right. In fact, you can't decide until you see what's going on."

Farkill was a little relieved.

"You think we're stupid to be with terrorists?

"What? No. I mean, not so many terrorists, but they look like nice people, so it's okay to be with them..."

"Right? At least that's what I think. Mr. Medvedge doesn't seem like a bad thing at all."

"Yes. I think, I think"

... I can't believe you turned those good-looking people into terrorists, after all, Kirkulus is some kind of garbage.

Farkill nodded without saying the criticism to his mouth.