It's all one flower.

"Such a cot..."

Spelldoctor Septentorio lost his word and took intelligence agent Razornik seriously.

After a long time visiting the stronghold of Lanterna Island, the blonde puts herself on the couch across the street, across from a low table with scattered newspaper cuts. Intelligence agent Razornik, with his overgrass eyes, gazed back at the green eyes of the lake's people, Septentorio.

There's no one else in the study.

Farkil, who always helps organize information, is in the process of attending an operational meeting of militant guerrillas in a separate room and providing information on the Artel army gathered on the Internet.

"The leader of the two-wheeled Axis Party who was hiding himself, and Rep. Laqueus, the representative of the Listwer Autonomous Region, and not only the two-wheeled Axis Party, but all the other missing MPs were under house arrest in the Senator's quarters against the use of the Devil's Asthma Cannon."

Intelligence agent Razornik repeated the same explanation as earlier.

The meaning of the word creeps into the head of the spelldoctor Septentorio. Something cold ran down my spine at the anomaly of the situation surrounding the Republic of Nemoralis.

"Yeah, well, that's it. The Nemoralis government is manipulating information in lie news to deceive the public and foreign eyes."

"So why didn't the senators, who escaped on their own, immediately announce the truth?

"Because if you're not quite ready, you won't believe foreign greats, and if they erase you by mouth seal and then distort your information, that's what you won't be able to take back. And..."

"Because they also want to lay low that the demon asthma cannon is a magical creature, right?

"Doctor of spells, it's very helpful to guess. Well, if it turns out to be Isa, I'll announce, but not yet, I guess, that's not the time."

The news that Asakor party leaders and Congressman Laquéus had informally visited the refugee camp in Amitostigma had just been shown on Farkil's terminal during a visit to the underground town of Chernochnijnik the other day.

"By the way, kid with that tablet, how you doing?

"Farkill, are you talking about you? He..."

I can't stop talking because of hesitation. Razornik tilted his neck small and peered into the spelldoctor's eyes.

... they don't listen to my persuasion. If so, do you have to stop borrowing other hands?

The spelldoctor Septentorio gave up his persuasion of the Orioles and opened his mouth by deciding to entrust the Razorniks with the response.

"He's now informing us at an ops conference. The militant guerrilla's next target is the Aquillo base."

"You've been buying me for a long time, Doctor."

Intelligence agent Razornik distorted his face to an ironic grin.

"If your goal is peace, you will stop them."

"You know what, say that. They might resent you, right? A traitor."

"Betrayal or nothing, I have been consistently telling them to stop attacking"

The eye of the spelldoctor Septentorio observes the young man of the land people.

Intelligence agent Razornik... No, what does his "group of people who want to end the war in a way other than force” want ahead? At least Lazolnik doesn't seem to be moving for certain ideas or beliefs. If force were not to be used, the principle of its conduct would not be due to hatred or revenge.

In what way do they stop militant guerrillas, other than by persuading them directly?

… Guerrillas may attack and use it, but there is no way.

"Thank you for your valuable information"

Intelligence agent Razornik bows his head in a daunting manner. The raised side contained laughter. That grin disappears at the noise of a reluctant knock.

"Doctor of Spells, okay?

"Go ahead."

The spelldoctor Septentorio responds briefly. Furkill, who opened the study door, noticed and solidified Razornik sitting across from the curse doctor. Intelligence agent Razornik slaps the couch as he leans over to the edge with a bright smile.

"Just great. Here, here, here."

Eyes that ask for Farkill's help are directed at the curse doctors of the people of the lake.

"Is that story over there over yet?

"No, um... I'm out of charge, just me..."

"Really? Good day, Mr. Razornik is here for you."

"What...? Me...?

Farkill doesn't move through the door with a bewildered face. I guess I came here with the intention of helping Septentorio because I no longer do. I have a tablet device connected to a small solar charger.

"Don't take it, take it to the sun, please."

When the spelldoctor Septentorio urged, he finally stepped into the study. Placing the terminal by the window, the turned boy's eyes gaze at intelligence agent Razornik, both alert and dewy.

... how do you call it a change of heart when you used to talk normally about it?

Razornik told the story in a mild condition as the spelldoctor Septentorio was surprised and spoke up.

"I just want to hear what teenagers think. Would you mind watching this video?

"Video......?

I loosened my expression as to what that was, and Farkil lowered his hips next to Razornik. Intelligence quickly manipulates the terminal and places it on the low table.

Do you know the idol group that says "you," "instant star girl"?

"Idol......?

Farkill lifts his eyes from Lazolnik's terminal and handles his memories. The spelldoctor Septentorio didn't know what to do and watched what happened.

"I'm an Artel singer. I have a lot of fans in foreign countries because I sing with lyrics mixed with Hunan and common language."

"A group of singers......"

"Yeah, so these guys suddenly declare their retirement during this time, and they're making a little noise at Artel."

"Oh, I saw that news. I was surprised what you were saying during the war."

Razornik gave a dry laugh to Farkil's shuddered voice and let the video play.

"This is a video of that retirement declaration. Some of the Arthurians say the same thing about you."

Farkill, for a moment, stiffened his expression, but said nothing and turned his attention to the video on the tablet device.