It's all one flower.

"of the times...... air......"

Farkil knows only in textbooks issued by the Artel government and in history books through censorship that the people of the lake, Septentorio, hold in their hearts as "memories".

For the post-half century period of civil unrest, until I saw foreign sites that I had illegally visited, I did not know the artel I had seen from other countries or the perspective of half a century of civil unrest.

To dismayed furkill, the spelldoctor Septentorio nods his eyes down.

"Half a century of civil unrest is a feud that the air of those times has generated. … blamed only the factions, their leaders and central figures, ending in sheer evasion of responsibility, with no true reflection and peace"

"Did Artel start another war because he didn't reflect?

When Farkill heard, the curse doctor shook his neck small to the side.

"That, too, is probably one end of the cause, but it won't be all. There are people who disagree frontally with the military and government policies, as reported on the radio, because controlling information could not unify ideas."

Behind the musicians' group, each fan is attached. Some people will wake up and walk away from it by making political statements, but some fans who are so intoxicated will follow the musician, even if they throw everything.

Artel's musician group, The Light of Tranquillity, put a protest statement online, which was also reported by State Radio because of the backshield behind the fans.

Demonstrations of ordinary people who speak out against the war have been suppressed with dismay by the military and police, and arrests have also been made, but so far we have not seen reports of the arrest of intellectuals who disagree with the arrests. They may have a line of not being arrested, but Farkill is starting to feel like it's not the only way.

"Mr. Farkill showed me aerial photos the other day, and I found out a lot about them"

"Various...? For example, what?

"This is the state of Artel's reconstruction. A city devastated by half a century of civil unrest and giving up reconstruction and turning its share of the budget to be bigger than it was before civil unrest, its middle"

I have heard that the city of Ignikans, where Farkil was born and raised, is quite the top of the "middle". It is a major traffic shock located on the South Vieetfi Bridge, often alongside the city of Maust on the North Vieetfi Bridge, and said it was very prosperous. The reconstruction budget was allocated a lot, leaving little (mostly) scars of civil unrest, but it seems far from its former glory.

After independence, Rufus, the largest city in the Artel region, was identified as the capital, and at the same time reconstruction was accompanied by a one-pole concentration, and the metropolitan area is still expanding.

As a result of the elimination of the powerful people, the cities facing the western Gulf of Straja were unable to prevent demons and warcraft and many were abandoned. Cities near military garrisons survive fine, but we have to allocate a lot of budget to combat warcraft, and minimal restoration has been achieved, but it has not always led to reconstruction.

"Is that what this war has to do with?

"Not much, I wonder if it's related"

The spelldoctor Septentorio pulled out a single file from the crate. Turn it apart and show one cut out.

"The militant guerrilla is the better piece of information."

This is an article featuring "The Walk of Reconstruction", which will be presented on Independence Day.

Farkill also saw it many times in class and homework since elementary school. It was an annual wrap-up article. The development of cities in eastern Artel close to the metropolitan area and the Republic of Lanista and the reconstruction are on the right shoulder, but the reconstruction of the west is at a standstill.

"The militant guerrillas were eyeing the grievances created by this disparity and gaining collaborators on the Artel mainland"

"What...!

Farkill was stunned. Can we divulge such important information to middle school children, and, moreover, to the Lacrimaris, outsiders of this war?

... No, the curse doctor said he was here because he wanted to stop the guerrillas. I believe I'm a lacrimalist. You want me to spread this information online...?

I'm not sure, but otherwise, I don't think I'd tell this story to my kid Farkill.

Unexpected words are spoken from the mouth of Septentorio, the people of the lake.

"Because of these domestic grievances, the Artel government needs a common enemy."

"Common, enemy......?

"It could be the return of the demons of the Three Kingdoms… One of the reasons why I felt so critical about the existence of the Devil's Asthma Cannon is that I don't think the situation is that simple."

"So, about demonic asthma cannons and the persecution of autonomous communities is a pretext for drawing assistance from Barbatum and Banksia...?

"You'll have that, too. You will also need to justify this war in the name of faith."

Neutrality If a permanent member of the United Nations joins the battle for extermination on the grounds of faith, defamation from the international community is inevitable and hinders the activities of the United Nations.

... It's not everything the curse doctor says, and I don't know if it fits.

At least, to Farkill, it sounded like the muscles were coming through.

"How can we end the war?

"I don't know."

The curse doctor of the people of the lake looked into Farkill's eyes and responded instantly. Farkill in green eyes, very small. After four hundred years, the wizard told the boy of a powerless people in his mid teens.

"To know the" air of the present age "that spreads to Artel, you need to know how the past is conveyed. I'm sorry to ask Mr. Farkil, the Lacrimaris..."

"No, never mind. Me..."

... The truth is, I'm an Arthurian.

Swallow the word on the brink, Farkill smiled at the people of the lake.

"It's not a big deal, and I'm fine."

"Really? Thank you."

Septentorio expresses his sincere gratitude and bows his head. Farkill felt guilty about that honest appearance, and the making laugh attracted him.

I keep the history textbooks at home, but I can't believe I'm going home to pick them up. I didn't know if the Lanterna Islanders had the same textbooks. Even if it was sold to the public in a bookstore, there is no money.

Farkill's school was a paper textbook, but in some schools, it has switched to an electronic version. If it's a download sale, if the advertising fee for the video is transferred, it's going to work out. In a few days we will have an estimated transfer date.

Until then, I decided to continue helping this humble and wise wizard.

Copy paper on tablet terminals and write down major roads in the city of Kardafstvaux.

He also wrote directions to the old man's house where the old lady Silva is based, as well as the entrance to the shopping district and the underground town of Chernochnijnik.

"Wow. It's lunch."

Medvege came in without even knocking.

Behind Farkill puts his terminal and charger by the window, the spelldoctor Septentorio asks questions.

"Mr. Medvege, how many are you now?

"What, a curse doctor, a stick from a...?

As Farkill turned around, the Kirkrussian truck driver answered the curse doctor's abrupt question, laughing bitterly.

"Thirty... I forgot if it was five, six, or thin..."

"Really? So you were educated in the Autonomous Communities."

"Yeah, well, I snuck in before I moved to the Autonomous Community. Honestly, I don't remember Locke, but what?

The driver overlaps the question with a strange face.

The spelldoctor Septentorio smiled gently and went out into the hallway.

"Later, tell me about the school in the Autonomous Community"

"Why don't I teach the curse doctor how to study school? Don't be impotent."

"Oh, no, what I want to know is how the Autonomous Communities taught history. I would also ask Mr Amiela…"

"How do you know that?

Farkill went out into the hallway with Medvege. Every time one can be answered, another question arises, and Medvege puts anxiety on his voice with a restless face.

"I want to know what created the air of our time. Knowing the past may give you clues to ending the current war."

The curse doctor's eyes, turning over his shoulder, glowed like fresh greens.