It's all one flower.

Nothing to remember, it's a song we sang by making our own lyrics. What Farkil recorded at the Dossici City Mansion and put on the Internet is in Lazolnik's hands for what it says.

In response to everyone's reaction, the liaison youth laughed niggardly.

"Oh, you know what?

"Uh... yeah, well..."

Cruillo nods vaguely. Elantis asked with his eyes round.

"How come your brother has it?

"Hmm? Why are you asking me that?

"Because this, we all sang and Mr. Farkill recorded it for us..."

"Heh, everybody, you guys?

"Yeah. I'm not here right now, but my brothers sang with me."

... that? Am I supposed to say this?

As Lazolnik asks, Elantis is a little good at answering. I didn't do anything wrong, but for some reason, Amiela became anxious.

Farkill has also faded, but he's watching the two of them take over without saying anything.

"So even if you don't practice, you can sing properly?

"Yeah. Amana, Mr. Farkill and I made the lyrics"

"Heh, awesome. I did some lyrics."

Praised by Lazolnik, Amana loosened her expression as well as Elantis.

Farkill sees the spelldoctor Septentorio and the employee Cruillo with troubled eyes.

... Huh? What? After all, was it bad for you to know?

Awellana as well as the spelldoctor and Kruillo are baffled by Lazolnik and elementary school attendance. Amiela had more anxiety, though I don't know what went wrong.

What has been known can no longer be helped. Even if something bad happens, it's the responsibility of the adults who didn't stop talking to the girls.

"Your brother, too, remember this? Can you sing?"

When Amana heard, Razornik grinned bitterly.

"No. I still don't remember. So I downloaded it to this, and I'm carrying it with me."

"Hmm. Why would your brother want you to spread this song over there?

"This lyric, let's all get along, a poem about stopping the war, right? Because that's what I and people I know think."

"Hmm? You really think that with a song like this, everyone will stop fighting?

Amana, who was the center of the lyrics, sees Razornik with her awakened eyes. The liaison young man smiled bitterly and turned his gaze to the spelldoctor Septentorio. A curse doctor of the people of the lake hears with a mixed voice of surprise and awe.

"You guys lyricized and you say that?

"Because... adults won't stop as much as I've heard these songs, will they? Like those uncles..."

Amana pointed me out and everyone was stuck in words.

The change of national health gymnastics sung by everyone at mobile dealership Praether Missa ends. A cicada voice reached the quieter dining room from afar. Short choruses only during the summer are lively but somewhere lonely.

Slightly, Razornik, who did not face the militant guerrilla, asks the question.

"Who are those uncles?

"Those who want to avenge the people of Artel. I'm going to Zakart City with my Leno brothers right now."

"Your brother just went to pick up the ingredients for your medicine, so he'll be back in the evening."

Elantis accompanied Amana's answer.

Amiella had a teacup and tasted the flavor of vanilla tea. It is completely warm and fragrant, but the agitation has healed a little.

If Razornik says "End the War in a Way Other Than Force" is this song, he wants to lean his neck, even if it's not elementary school amana.

"Ingredients for your medicine? You want me to pick it up?

Razornik circled his gaze and stopped at Awellana. The big badge I raised from my neck (today), and I guess I figured it out. I say to the girl of the people of the lake with a pitiful face.

"You're a pharmacist, right? Why are you making drugs for militants? Are you threatened? Or do you want revenge, too?

"Travel to Nemoralis Island."

"Travel expenses? What about [leap]?

"There are no land surveys on Nemoralis Island..."

"Oh, I say so... so it's nothing the guerrillas are threatening to force you to make, is it?

"No, sir."

"You're not even part of the guerrilla?

No one could answer that.

The spelldoctor Septentorio was sighing (sighs) deliberately and shook his neck to the side.

"I guess I'm going to be part of the guerrilla, too, healing their wounds and continuing to fail to persuade them"

"As it turns out. Are these kids like that?

Razornik smiled bitterly and tore through the frozen air.

"I'm not blaming you. It's not a wack. In this situation, I don't think I have a choice. Back to earlier, I'm spreading that song, and I'm inspiring you to get closer to peace. I told the curse doctor about the details, so you can ask me later."

Everyone's eyes gather in the spelldoctor Septentorio. The curse doctor of the people of the lake snorted.

"No way, I didn't know you guys were lyrics and singing..."

"I swear, I won't abuse your songs. I just want to encourage those who want to end the war with this song and other songs so they can act with courage."

"Other bend?

Amana asks. Razornik explained while operating the terminal.

"The song" The Hymn Medley for the Holidays of the Gods "was created during the Old Kingdom. It's a medley that connects Fraxinus with Kirkulus and all the iconic hymns."

"What?"

From everyone except the spelldoctor, a voice of surprise was raised. The song plays from Razornik's terminal. A long-lived racial spelldoctor explained.

"Once upon a time, the Fluxinus and the Kirkurs lived amicably, without any particular dispute."

The curse doctors of the people of the lake chewed up the history of the strife on the Alton Gaza continent and the new religions and ideas that came across the sea so that elementary school students could understand.

The long old story of a living spelldoctor for more than four hundred years was almost identical to the history that Amiella learned in her history class. The only difference is about a new era after half a century of civil unrest.

"... how about that? Is there any difference between my memory and the history you young people have taught at school?

Spelldoctor Septentorio, who finished talking, looked around at everyone. The hymn medley for the gods' holidays was a long song. Nearly half an hour, but it's not over yet.

Even the pharmacist (dull) Awellana, born during half a century of civil unrest, is a young man from the spelldoctor Septentorio. Awellana shook her head small, saying that there was no particular difference. As does everyone else, only Medvege looks around at everyone with a bewildered face. I noticed Amiela and approached her with an uncomfortable look on her face.

... a little before half a century of civil unrest, I learned that oppression of the Kirkurs began, and so I stood up for faith and independence... but no?

If the memory of the spelldoctor Septentorio was correct, it would have been that each nation was competing on a reciprocal basis for independence.

"Being a powerless people, Kirkurs were therefore the weakest and exposed to unilateral persecution, but overcome with the support of the Republic of Lanista, the Artel region won independence," Amiela taught.

Are you telling me that was a lie?

"I don't want to blame or denigrate what I've been taught to do differently."

Spelldoctor Septentorio said, turning his gaze to Medvege and Amiela. The Kirkrussian driver eased his expression a little, but he can't seem to wipe off his anxiety completely. I drank the rest of the vanilla tea at once.

"Kirkuls don't have a long-lived race. Now that generations have changed, I want to know how past events are perceived."