It's all one flower.

"Big international organizations aren't wacky because they follow Nemoralis refugees exclusively, and because of the long history of ethnic conflict in the Lake East region just around the corner, they're not wacky enough to get a whole donation, but the refugee camps that Amitostigma has prepared for us will be a little easier now"

"With that said, what is happening to refugee camps now?

"For once, I have a roof and I can live where the bomb isn't coming down, but I don't have enough food. One meal a day, but now I can't take it, I eat it every day."

Anxiety was spreading not only among the Nemoralists housed in refugee camps, but also among the local population in terms of soaring food and medicines and security.

The Fraxinus Church and private human rights groups, among others, are providing all possible support and moving towards the elimination of amitostigmas and refugees, but theft by refugees and refugee raids by the local population are sporadic.

There are also spelldoctors and pharmacists (dullness), science doctors and pharmacists among the refugees, but the numbers and materials for medicines and magic drugs were insufficient to cope with the mass infections that occurred in the camps.

"It's also a source of frustration that no one can predict how long this state will last. Volunteers are playing an example song today, trying to ease everyone's feelings in camp."

National Health Gymnastics, if you are a former Lacus Lacrimaris Republic national over forty years old, knows. If you move your body in gymnastics, you might be able to reduce stress a little.

If the example songs were sung by refugees fleeing to Amitostigma and posted in the "tried singing" category with footage of refugee camps on Yourcast, it would be one of the means of maintaining people's interest in this war.

Depending on the number of views, even people and children without power can earn money to buy medicines and food.

"That's it. The only thing I can do is do it. I'll have to try anything with the help of volunteers."

Young intelligence agent Razolnik completed a status report on the refugee camp with those words.

The spelldoctor Septentorio, along with the Kulbunika City pharmacist (dull), thought he might have better gone to your support, but he also felt strongly that if someone hadn't stopped the militant guerrilla.

If support from international organisations is enhanced, the number of days that can be carried will be extended for that matter. Something that, in the meantime, can't be achieved without going to the end of the war, at least, just a truce?

... We, the common people, can't do anything about it, but still...

Septentorio noticed and asked Razornik.

"As long as the lines are connected, anywhere in the world... in Artel, where the government is imposing communication restrictions..."

"Yeah. That's right. The key artel has not received this song at all"

Intelligence guerrillas took the lead and said the answer to the question.

"So, me, I'm falling apart in Artel space today with the downloaded song data."

"Can't you do that?

Funeral home Agoni rounds her green eyes. Intelligence guerrillas gently clasped their shoulders and said, as if it were nothing.

"Because of militant activity, I found out I was guerrilla, too. The cleaning company backed up and walked across the Necafe."

Razornik sparkled his dewgrass colored eyes and told him what store the internet cafe was in and how he was breaking through security.

After the war, information control became tighter and Internet cafes required users to present their identity cards.

Razornik has many different forged IDs that his supporters have prepared for him. Face photos, they're all different. In keeping with that, [False (whenever) Lord Guo (Cuckoo)] was changing his face with the [makeup] technique of the school.

"It's a waste that I only checked my face with the eyes of science. Fingerprint authentication can be expensive."

The spelldoctor Septentorio glanced at Razornik, laughing at him for saying so.

It seems that this information guerrilla is more suited to the sexuality of deceiving the Artel community, scratching the eyes of surveillance, and balancing information unfavourable to the enemy government than falsely blending into the Artel community to gather information.

This face that we are now showing to the two people of the lake may not have been bare either.

Yourcast, a video posting sharing site where the original video is available, says its headquarters are in the Barbatum Federation on the Alton Gaza continent.

Although Barbatum sites cannot be viewed from Artel, there were several similar sites in the country.

"If I find a Cyberpolis patrol, they'll turn it off fast, and worst of all, they'll arrest me, but my hands are double triple...... no, because I'm hitting more. I will stir up the grievances of the Artelites and bring down the current regime that is at war."

"You, you come up with something amazing."

Funeral home Agoni impresses. Intelligence agent Razornik grinned bitterly.

"It's not me. Intelligence guerrillas and great supporters set up an operation, and we're just on it."

"What do you mean by that supporter...?

Intelligence agent Razornik scratched his head with regret.

"I can't tell a boulder that. There's a lot of militant guerrillas in and out of here. That's why I told you."

Out of the question, so let the two of us include you to stop the militants, and let them sit back.

The spelldoctor and the funeral parlor went out to escort the intelligence agents to the front door.

"I guess I stayed a little too long. Next year, there will be a national political election in Artel, so at best within the present time, spread the bad reputation of the current administration."

Intelligence agent Razornik waved to both of them to cast a [leap] spell.

The next morning, the spelldoctor Septentorio woke up earlier than usual and went out into the garden.

In the early summer gardens, vibrant and weedy creates lumps of greenery there.

High walls separating this villa from the outside world. I hung my hand on the gate connecting the inside and the outside. I feel slight magic. To this extent, it is easy to break through.

"The road that lies before me, the one that separates me from the road, the key of a tightly closed plug, loosened and now opened."

I was taught a long time ago when I was a military doctor in the kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis.

Human beings as well as intelligent demons use magic. One of the knights taught me how to [unlock] the [rising and falling swan] school so that I can't be locked in with surgery.

I haven't had a chance to use it since, but I'm surprised myself at what I remember. I can't recall the knight's name, but at the same time as the spell, his glimmering smile came to mind.

A sturdy iron door opened toward the outside.