It's all one flower.

"I, too, can [jump] into the city of Zerneau. With the [Crystal of Magic], you can jump together for about one person."

Everyone's gaze shifts from a curse doctor and funeral parlor to a pharmacist (dull).

"If you leave the truck, the Autonomous Communities will..."

"Can you give me a second to think about that?

Pharmacist (dull) Awellana's courageous proposal was blocked by Captain Solniak. The captain's lake-like eyes shake slightly.

"I've been scattered so far, and while I've given you the benefit of witchcraft, now I'm saying this... I don't know myself, but still..."

Three other Kirkuls nodded and turned to Awellana with fear.

... I thought you were used to it...

Still, there seems to be resistance to magic completely committing oneself.

At the edge of Awellana's vision, Cruillo sighed (sighs) small. Amana looks worried about her brother like that.

"Me... I went back to the Autonomous Community, and my mom and sister aren't here anymore.... Even Nee-chan, right?

Until then, Morph, a boy soldier who had listened very much, sees Amiella as chilling and says quickly. The needle Amiella couldn't say anything and lay down her eyelashes.

Pharmacist Awellana remembered an extra photo she saw that day at the Iron and Steel Park. In a continual report, he learned that a major fire that hit the autonomous community of Listwar burned 80% of Barack Street. Now, the reconstruction is progressing steadily.

Leaving everyone distracted, the boy soldier stared down at Pinatifida and curled up.

"Then why don't you walk but cross the southern bridge and go to the city of Ignikans?

……

No one replies, but Boy Soldier Morph looked around at everyone with a hot eye.

"Besides, if you're a powerless people, you can live normally in Artel. If you run out of tokos to go home with you wherever you go..."

"Yah! We're going home!

Elantis' scream didn't make the boy soldier say any more.

Manager Leno leans over and holds his youngest sister's hand. Little Elantis spilled tears at the same time as his voice. I can't stop crying or saying.

"Your father, he was murky, but your mother, the fisherman, helped! Somewhere in the harbor, someone at the bureau says you can go home... with your brother, your sister, I'll go home, wait..."

From there on, I'm speechless, whimpering and crying.

Manager Leno knelt down and hugged his sister without a voice.

Pinatifida pulls her lips together and pours a harsh gaze on the boy soldier Morph in tears that are about to spill. Morph shook his lips with a pale face, but his slightly leaking breath did not form a voice.

"Mr. Morph... did you say"

The voice of the spelldoctor Septentorio carried the cry of Elantis and was directed at the boy soldier.

"Surely your suggestion, if only to survive, is not so bad as one option. But..."

Cruillo and Amana watch their friends brothers and sisters cry. Roark and Farkill's gaze wandered between the curse doctor and the boy soldier and fell to the table.

Juvenile soldier Morph bites his lower lip and bows.

Neighbor Medvege turned to Pinatifida with a sad smile on his shoulder, saying, "Oh man, the first daughter of the bakery didn't move her expression like a stone."

The curse doctor of the people of the lake exhaled one loud breath and turned his gaze to Captain Solniak.

"… but each person has something more important than his or her own life. We've been persuading all the militant guerrillas these past few months. We have done our utmost to encourage people to move into temporary housing on the island of Nemoralis, to preach to rely on gods and temples in the Holy Land, and to help each other with people of the same body in the refugee camps of Amitostigma"

A green eye moves from a Kirkurus terrorist to a Fraxinus terrorist supporter. The old lady, Silva, flushed her gaze with a cool face and sipped a little hot vanilla tea.

"Still, until they run out of life... no, even if they die and become [tears of the sorcerer], they dedicate all of their existence to revenge on Artel for taking what is dear"

"Of course, it's not the right thing to do, not the right thing to do."

He looked around at everyone and said the funeral parlor Agoni, also scratching his green head. The needle Amiella can pull her hand into the teacup.

"Cloudy with hatred, [the sorcerer's tears] pour out miscellaneous demons and call more and more demons from other worlds. Just roll the [tears] of the guerrilla and you'll see a hell of a painting all over the city of Artel."

Funeral home Agoni chants words of prayer to the goddess of the lake towards the void.

Awellana, the people of the lake, softly lay his own prayers on that voice in his heart.

"If that wish comes true, it doesn't spare your life or anything else... no matter what others say, it doesn't arrive. You didn't, either, even though you knew you could live outside the Autonomous Community if you converted, did you?

The boy soldier Morph raised his face to the calm voice of the lake's people's curse doctor Septentorio, but was immediately bowed down. The clenching fist placed on the table trembles in small pieces.

Roark and Farkill looked up at the same time and saw the curse doctor.

"If it's the bakeries' desire to go home even if they risk their lives, I..."

"Why?!

Boy soldier Morph kicked his chair and stood up.