It's all one flower.

Three people on land breathe and turn back to the door. I didn't notice any footsteps.

Septentorio, the curse doctor of the people of the lake, looks up at the man's face and relieves him of the tension.

"Mr. Oriole, it's been a while."

The former guard looked around at the four, surprisingly opening the eyes of the colour of the earth. The color of vigilance floats in Captain Solgnac's eyes, and the employee Cruillo and Farkill boy look up at the magical warrior with frighteningly swinging eyes.

"The applicant...... is it?

It was Oriol who got back on his mind first. The spelldoctor Septentorio tilts his neck.

"Didn't Agoni tell you?

"Mr. Silva asked me for medication material, only..."

... You stepped on me that I wouldn't come back unless someone got hurt, and you lay me down.

It's a wound medicine made by the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, and with some wounds, you don't have to go back this far. For the time being, you thought you could stay away.

The septentorio let him sigh.

"You're the one who can't help it. They're Nemoralis refugees."

"What? How did you even get to Toko like this?

When the spelldoctor Septentorio urged him with his gaze, Captain Solgnac told him the story in disguise.

I can't believe it, Olyor shook his head. A Farkill boy made the tablet terminal display a picture of the Warcraft, pointing it at the door.

"Were you chased by a bull of fire?

"Yes. So..."

Farkill also showed photographs of the destroyed iron door and the bridge head fortress. Oriol seems to know what kind of machine this is. Just look at Farkill at hand so he can eat in, don't ask questions.

"... really, that lacrimalis army...?

As he stood at the door, Oriole groaned.

It is an army made up of demon soldiers alone. They also created a unit dedicated to the extermination of demons and warcraft, the same as in the old kingdom days, but it is hard to believe that the defense forces of the North Vieetfi Bridge did so.

"I think it's a warcraft that ate and received flesh from the dead of an air raid, but didn't it come out near North Zakart City?

"No, only things similar to before..."

Olyor answered Captain Solgnark's question with a groan and whispered. Step into the room, who does what? Septentorio replied to that.

"He's also my guest. Patients received at a civic hospital, their families, their neighbors, etc."

"Silva said that the lies she told her relatives would really make her stay..."

Employee Cruillo said quickly, but Oriole stared at me and the end of the phrase disappeared. Farkil stared at the silver eagle (the eagle) shining in Oriol's chest. It is a testament to the school of the Magic Warrior [plummeting eagle].

"Mr. Oriole, is anyone hurt?

Oriole shook her neck to the side as the spelldoctor Septentorio changed the subject thoughtfully.

"No... I've been talking to the curse doctor..."

Spin your gaze over three strange land people.

Captain Solniak nodded small and lifted his hips off the couch. Cruillo and Farkill also rise without taking their eyes off Oriol.

When the three of them left the study, Oriol closed the door and sat shallow on the couch across the street. Wait for the footsteps to go far enough, cut them out.

"Mr. Silva brought me a new recruit. We could also procure guns."

As Septentorio clouded his face, Oriole grinned sarcastically at the edge of his mouth.

"I don't step on the same. We're based in the city of North Zakart."

"No, by saying so… did you know that the head of the Negna family took part in the interception?

"Yep. I heard from troops stationed in North Zakart City, and I can tell that the storm was caused by art."

"Then you need to fight on the mainland of Artel..."

"Yes."

Without letting Septentorio tell everyone, Oriole embarked on herself. Fingers gripping both knees turn white.

"Did you not know that it was the spell doctor who broke through the air defense network and caused damage to the city? You have to keep going."

"That gives them a pretext to incite hatred and keep fighting."

The spelldoctor Septentorio tried and calmly spoke of persuasion that he did not know how many times he had repeated it already. Security guard Oriole also overlapped the words he had so far overlapped today.

"Is it okay for you to have a victim over here? Every time someone gets killed by Artel, their body, their lovers, their friends, they're driven to revenge."

I know that's painful for a septentorio, too. But in that repetition, revenge calls for revenge, and the chain of revenge becomes unstoppable forever.

Security guard Oriole lined the eyes of the colour of the earth with sorrow.

"A powerful people can fight alone. There are a lot of people who have stopped us, alone, and who risk their lives for revenge."

"That's true... Artel also has people who are rebelling against the military way and protesting from the front"

The people of the lake, Septentorio, spoke of newly purchased information. Olyor's eyes shoot the curse doctor of the people of the cold lake.

"What are you saying? If you're simply saying no to war, anyone..."

"Even though there are people in Nemoralis who have no power, burning them down because they are heathens should not be done because it is against the doctrine…. Make a statement of protest on the Internet to reach as many people as possible…"

Oriol laughed with his nose, blocking the spelldoctor's explanation.

"Well, in the end, a powerful people like us, because they're wicked wizards, they're all in favor of killing them, right?

"In Artel today, I guess I'll have to say that. Isn't that a critical expression not to be bound by the authorities?

"Don't you have a shoulder?"

Oriol distorts his face. The eyes of the earth, reflecting the people of the lake, were slightly cursed. Septentorio exhales small, letting his thoughts circle at that moment and put his words on.

"It's not a wack with shoulders. I want you to know that Artel is not a single rock."

"Know... you're telling me to put my hands together with them?

"That's something they have, so I can't say anything right now. The story ran on Artel's national radio."

"... not the Hunan Economic Newspaper, is it?

Stunningly silent for a few seconds, Oriol finally said, that's all. Septentorio snorts deeply.

"We cannot completely erase information that has spread once from people's memories. Perhaps there are those who disagree with this war on Artel's national broadcast."

"Such a cot..."

"Information that reaches people and stabs them in the heart may later lead to action"

I don't know when that will lead to any action, but the spelldoctor Septentorio wanted to believe the people who spoke up with their lives at stake.

I don't want that courage and desire to disappear without reaching anyone.

"… even if the organization that made the statement crumbled and the person who made the press decision was executed"

Security guard Oriol exhales thinly and slowly. Waiting for that tremor of exhalation to heal, the spelldoctor Septentorio overlaid his persuasion.

"Nemoralis and Artel are both democratic countries. Representatives elected in the elections have been consulted in Parliament and are moving the country"

"That's what you're saying?

"The opinions of children who do not yet have the right to vote will not be drawn up, and those who were supportive of those who lost the vote will be truncated"

The spelldoctor Septentorio hung up the words there and waited for Oriol to react. A young land people, who only knew the democratized era, bit the words of a long-lived race that existed from the period of joint rule by the powerful men of the two peoples and nodded small.

"In addition, opinions approved by a majority in Parliament will be reflected in national politics, but that will remain unchanged, whether marginal or significant. The opinions of nearly half of those who did not pass through in the critical will likewise be truncated"

"What are you trying to say, Doctor?

The spelldoctor, Septentorio, turned his gaze to the window. When he arrives, a bunch of people dressed in tedious clothes look around the garden, completely finished grazing.

Men as tired as clothes looked dull in the summer sun, their very existence.