It's all one flower.

Refused to participate in the training, Farkill thought about what he could do.

... after all, gathering and providing information... after that, is it enough to gather material in the woods or something?

The captain and juvenile soldier Morph, manager Leno and Roark went with the funeral home Agoni to their base in the city of North Zakart. We were able to return to the corner island of Negna, but the city of North Zakart is a ruin devastated by air raids. I trained to handle firearms, and I was planning to come back here again in the evening.

Wizard employee Cruillo is caged in the room with the help of a pharmacist (dull) Awellana.

The driver, Medvege, was ordered to leave a message by Captain Solgnac and was working in a separate room to work on the grass (Tsukusa). They know that a sun-dried hat can be exchanged for magical items, and they are strained.

Farkill, a powerless people, is dangerous to go to the woods alone.

Go to the study with the spelldoctor Septentorio and trace the downloaded map to the copy paper. I got a new piece of paper to split, so the work went on and on.

The curse doctor of the people of the lake reads the file of the material with a difficult face.

Indoors I could only hear the sound of Farkill running the pen and, from time to time, the curse doctor turning the page.

Finished copying the main road map of Lanterna Island to be given to Medvege, and as Farkill raised his face, he met the spelldoctor.

"Next time I go to the city with Mr. Silva, I need you to find out..."

"Yes. That's fine. What is it?

At ease, the spelldoctor continued in a hoax.

"How do you teach history at Artel's school...... can you find out?

Farkill felt the blood draw in an instant from his face. My jaw is tense and I can't speak up. My heart beats so hard that my heart is ominous.

The curse doctor cares about the stiff furkill.

"Are you all right?

"... Yes. I can look it up. But... why...?

The voice I managed to squeeze out blurred and swayed by an irrepressible tremor. The spelldoctor Septentorio smiled at the dripping.

"Yesterday, Mr. Oriol...... I found out when I spoke to the guerrilla magic warrior that the younger generation of the Nemoralis Republic did not know the period of the Old Kingdom"

"The Old Kingdom Era..."

"The Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis...... this is a time before democratization. It's a kingdom that has been around for about 180 years since Lake Lacus became what it is today."

In the joint reign of the people of the lake and the people of the land, (I) maintained the dynasty for thousands of years. In the heart of the faith of Fraxinus, the royal lineage remains unceasing.

Occasionally, the lineage of powerful people and lake people gives rise to a long-lived race that, if nothing happens, lives for nearly a thousand years. Thousands of years may not be as long as Farkill and his permanent race think.

"Do you know the curse doctor?

"Yep. I've been alive for over 400 years."

Lightly said, Farkill remembered an earlier upset blowing and the spelldoctor saying he was a military doctor in the Royal Army.

"What era was it?

"All I know is that it was only about two hundred years into the end, but it was a relaxing time."

The people of the lake, Septentorio, speak gazing at the distant old days with green eyes.

"The people of our lakes, the people of our land, without the divine distinction of believing, as the people of the same kingdom, were normally neighborly dating"

"Is that Kirkuls, too?

"Yep. It was only about two hundred or so years ago that Kirkulus passed on to the land across the western Peng Ocean, but there was no particular clash, and we lived in peace."

Farkill breathed in surprise.

"... magic, even though you can't...?

"They only had minimal neighborhood dating, but you were trying to stay out of it as much as possible with the people of our lakes and the people of our powerful land. Even those of us respected their faith and were not compelled to engage."

"I don't get involved, but I can't imagine a bit saying I was in a neighborhood relationship...?

"Right. … For example, greetings, town hall errands, etc. were normal, and magic treatments, if denied, were not forced."

"So, even if you're dead...?

"That's right. That went on long after Kirkrus came to pass, until the Ristover Autonomous Region could"

... what faith is it for?

For the sake of faith, I will have to forsake my helpful life. Farkill didn't understand what it was like in the end.

Of course (of course) there are no spelldoctors in the post-independence Artel mainland known to middle school students Farkill. He may be on the island of Lanterna, which has isolated a powerful people, but he is not supposed to be there before the building.

If anything can be done with the treatment of science, we have to give up there. Many pray to Saint Kirkulus Lacteus for miracles and the development of new treatments, but it is rare for that wish to be fulfilled.

"There are no Kirkuls in the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, so you may not know that he was killed when he woke up, treating an unconscious patient who was transported in an emergency."

Farkill couldn't find a word to hang on a spelldoctor who pushed his emotions to kill him and talk about his harsh experiences. At the corner, I have no idea what it's like to throw away a saved life for the reason that it's "because they used magic".

And it reminded me of the terrorism of the fundamentalist group Star Mark (servant). Aiming to eliminate witchcraft altogether, they dedicate their lives to the indiscriminate killing of wizards and are proud of their results on the site. Many countries had designated star markers as international terrorist organizations.

The spelldoctor Septentorio added, slightly loosening his expression.

"Major occupational accidents occurring in the Autonomous Communities are only transported to the Citizens' Hospital of the City of Zerneau if the company pays for the treatment. Mr. Medvege was conscious and had a personal understanding, so he was able to treat it without worries."

"Are there even Kirkurs who can be treated with magic?"

"Yep. There's a lot of things about faith."

The star sign, the Artel government that tolerates it, and the appearance of the parents listening to the terrorists' speech run around Farkill's brain. The neighbors are pretty much like that. When I was in elementary school, games such as witch hunting were also popular.

I didn't like all of that.

I thought if it was a faith as loose as Medvege, no one would have to attack it. That driver seems to be a terrorist, too, but there must have been some sort of nasty situation.

"I heard that there are communication restrictions on Internet lines in Artel territory, and they have little access to foreign sites."

"Me too, Mr. Razornik told me a while ago. Artel says you're blocking foreign information."

A wizard who was oblivious to the online situation said something unexpected. Farkil nodded, sounding familiar with the name, but unable to remember who Lazolnik was.

"That's right. I heard there's intelligence control, and information that's not convenient for the government is blocked…"

"The Hunan Economic Newspaper has been published."

A spelldoctor, Septentorio, turns his gaze to the file at hand. Organized and classified cutouts are almost two starlight newspapers, the Hunan Economic Newspaper, which has its headquarters in Amitostigma.

"Paper newspapers, maybe, aren't they censored? Besides, the site was different from the Artel version, so maybe the content is different from what the head office over there has listed..."

Spelldoctor Septentorio said, thinking a little.

"I guess it's because the public doesn't know the objective historical facts that the neighbouring countries tell us."

"... yes, what is it?

I'm surprised that a neglected (trying) wizard on the internet has spoken of what Farkill has always thought.

"The Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis… the Republic is the heart of Fraxinus. Pilgrimage was also hindered during half a century of civil unrest. Neighbouring countries did not intervene, but were very interested in the war and settlement."

Since his time at home, Farkill had broken through censorship and barriers with illegal software he had obtained in Yami and also accessed foreign sites.

There it was noted that it was completely different from the history of Artel and its unilateral repression of the Kirkurs, which was in the textbooks. Several neighbouring countries have documented the inhumane actions of each faction. He did not give (crease) to the factions that served Fraxinus either, but defended his neutrality until half a century of civil unrest ended.

"When we were young as curse doctors, how did we all end up in civil strife?

The spelldoctor did not answer and pointed his green eyes out the window. The garden trees are exposed to summer sunshine and glow bright blue leaves. A cicada voice was heard from the surrounding woods, and the great chorus of life was sadly heard with only a few left.