It's all one flower.

"That's not the kind of mon that's going to die! You can't say that because you haven't seen that monster!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Morph, but Artel's not at peace right now either."

Farkill's dark voice showered a fierce boy soldier with cold water. Farkil stares at a point at the table and says a potpout about Artel's state of security that he learns about on the Internet.

The Nemoralist terrorism itself is a threat, but security was disturbed by looting aboard it and by prisoners who escaped from prison. The controlling police station is also terrorized and does not function as usual.

The lake blockade in the Kingdom of Lacrimaris has delayed logistics in the surrounding countries, and the Republic of Artel and the Republic of Lanista are also gasping for high prices.

After all, I don't think that the Nemoralis refugees will be accommodated when they convert.

... right? Those soldiers just let me through because I thought they were Kirkuls from the Listver Autonomous Region.

It's cruel to tell them to keep spitting lies for the rest of their lives. For being falsely accepted as an autonomous community people, the faith of the burning blade would easily be seen through. When the real situation is known, it's not hard to imagine what you will be treated like.

Besides, there is little hope that the girls of a powerless people with no backing whatsoever can live safely in the unconstrained Artel society of [Swan Maiden]. While the commodity is worth it, it won't be taken to life, but its life is far from happiness.

Boy soldier Morph was eating up his teeth and pouring a shooting gaze into Farkill, who spoke of Artel's reality.

Boy, I'm going home.

Medvege's proclamation opens the eyes of Juvenile Soldier Morph wide and overflowing with tears. Medvege sat down holding down the shoulders of a boy soldier weeping without a voice and looking around at everyone.

"Guys, I took care of you. You're gonna need a truck until you calm down. I'm gonna be a little far away, but I'm gonna follow you."

Captain Solniak shakes his head vertically. Boy soldier Morph distorted his wet face in tears.

Spelldoctor Septentorio said oh, but it's not necessarily that there are vacancies in temporary housing. Not only as a means of mobility, the truck was also a source of housing and income.

Awellana stretched her spine and looked into the eyes of the Kirkulus driver. The eyes of the colour of the earth, which lifted the unshakeable determination, gaze back at the green eyes of the people of the lake.

"Me too... like Elantis said, my relatives could be in some port"

The youngest daughter of a bakery called by her name sees Awellana, the fisherman's daughter, over her brother's shoulder.

"I would like to hear from you both in Wang Du and Nemoralis Island, so I will be with you."

Awellana is from the city of Zerneau and knows little (or no) other land. [Leap] There are originally a limited number of places where you can.

Furthermore, the winter air raid completely changed the state of the city. Only about the ruins of steel parks, civic hospitals and broadcasters can imagine what's going on.

The same would be true of the spelldoctor Septentorio. Living longer than Awellana, but half a century of civil unrest has changed all the cities of the former Lacus Lacrimalis Republic.

... [Leap] can be used, so you can go anywhere you want.

Awellana spoke to the Lacrimaris boy.

"Mr. Farkill, do you, uh, don't you know a haulier, Glom City?

"Yes. Um... he seems to be from South Zakart City, and I haven't asked him why he's on Lanterna Island..."

He says he's working on delivering people who want to go to Nenia Island and the Holy Land on one-way tickets.

"Oh, but if it's Wang Du, there's a direct flight to Grom Harbor..."

"Farkill, your information has helped me a lot, so I'll make you some medicine for the fare."

"What... is that okay? Thank you."

I looked at Awellana with surprised eyes and loosened my cheeks.

... Do I look like such a thinner?

"Me and Amana want to go to Cravel, too, so we're in favor of going through the Wang Capital."

Cruillo says. Amana, who was crying for her friend Elantis, snorted at her brother's words as she pressed her handkerchief against his face.

Roark says nothing and sees Morph. The boy soldier, who didn't get a single endorsement, was staring at both his fists.

"I'm not going anywhere..."

Roark, a high school student, shut up plumply because he couldn't find any more words.

"Grandma, how long will you keep these kids?

When the funeral parlor Agoni heard, the old lady Silva placed the teacup.

"I don't care how long it's private. I just don't know when or what it is, so if it's addressed to you, you should just go."

Said in an unsatisfactory manner, everyone looked at each other with an indescribable look.