It's all one flower.

"How come Brother Rourke went to help those uncles?

Asked a question by Elantis, the bakery's youngest sister, Roark accidentally looked at the elementary school's face as a ghost.

In the eyes of a girl slightly above the age of ten, there was no color to blame for Rourke joining the Nemoralist militant guerrilla and raiding Aquillo Air Force Base in Artel. It's just that the pure question is directed at Roark.

I was reminded that being questioned (just) in this way would be more deeply choosy on my chest than being blamed for killing, and Roark didn't get the word out.

Elantis asks the same question again, and her friend Amana, also turns the inquiring eye to Roark.

"Why..."

There are no windows in the Chernoknyjnik Inn, the underground town of Lanterna Island, and we have no idea what the outside world is like. There is about a week left until the completion of the [endless bag] that can accommodate the truck, but the three of them without a job, had no choice but to study.

Even before this, I studied in the ruins of broadcasters and in guerrilla strongholds hidden in the woods, and the slightest textbooks I could bring out when evacuating from school have been read through.

More than six months had passed since the terrorist attacks and the war in February, and if it were true, we would all have gotten our grades up, but instead of school, we couldn't help but live the rest of our lives.

"Hey, how did you get there to help break the base?

He was totally tired of studying, and Elantis didn't give up.

Elantis' brother, Leno, bought out preserved food with the haulier Fiarluca, and his sister, Pinatifida, went to a magic tool shop with Amiela to sew clothes part-time and was away.

This was the room where the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and needle Amiella were staying, and Awellana was now sleeping tired of the task of making medicines.

The pursuit of the girls is a whisper, but strikes Roark's ear and heart hard.

It's easy to scold him without a headache, cut the story off, and make him study.

... but then, neither of us is convinced. And I'm sure I'll regret not being able to sleep.

Roark closed the arithmetic textbook and looked into the eyes of the two people who sat across the small writing desk and said:

"Because I wanted to avenge everyone."

There was a louder voice than I thought myself, and I accidentally looked at the bed. Both elementary school students kill their breath and see a pharmacist (dull). The green hair of Awellana, the pharmacist of the people of the lake, did not move, and the three looked at each other in horror.

"Hate me... Done?

To Elantis' difficult question, Roark was stuck breathing again. The blue eyes of Amana's lake throw the same question silently.

"I may or may not have been able"

"How can you not know?

Elantis asked with a slight colour of disappointment in the eyes of the colour of the earth.

... Finally, did you want me to take your father's revenge?

"Because I don't know who of the Artel soldiers came to Zerneau City on a bomber and dropped the bomb, and I don't know what happened to my friends or who dropped it."

Perhaps Chis, who attended an industrial high school, could have been killed in a terrorist attack by a star road proselytizing army that burned the city before the air raid. It couldn't be said enough that the boy soldier Morph could have been the food for the machine gun that had been randomly fired from the truck's carriage.

"If you find out who it is, will you just kill that person?

Amana's question was stuck in Roark's throat with sharpness of a sharpened blade. If he makes any bad moves at all, he falls into the illusion of being slit through his throat, and Roark can't even drink down his spit, staring back at Amana's blue eyes.

Blonde hair and blue eyes, like Cruillo's, but her sister Amana, unlike her brother, is a powerless people. I am stunned that so much power dwells in the words of a helpless elementary school girl.

Elantis alternately looked at the two immobile while staring at each other and said something, pulling his lips together.

Roark could neither deny nor affirm Amana's question.

"Participate in training and maneuvering. Okay, but the military, it's got a lot of roles to share."

"Role sharing?

"Yeah. The clerk decides who's going to do what, and, uh... procuring weapons and food, servicing and inspecting weapons... who's going to direct and order the operation, and who's going to do it, who's going to look into it, who's going to set up the operation... er, who's going to make the weapon... whatever, that's a lot of stuff"

Because I put it in my mouth in the order I remembered, I didn't know what I was talking about to Roark himself.

Elantis tilts his neck when he says he has no idea what he's talking about, and Amana urges Roark to follow with a contemplative look.

... Yes. So both manager Leno, who helped make the spell, Mr. Awellana, who made the wound medicine, the curse doctor who treated him (Seiko), the funeral parlor who cremated the body and took out [the sorcerer's tears], and everyone who had picked the herb, were in the guerrilla battle as backward support.

Roark can't say to the elementary girls, "You guys were helping kill people, too," and swallows the rest of the words.

Amana chewed the meaning of Rourke's silence and turned it into words.

"... is that because all the Arteles are enemies, the vengeance won't end, and the Arteles think so of us, so Cotto says that the war will go on forever?

"Hmm, what do you think...? The previous war is called" Civil Unrest for Half a Century ”because it ended in fifty years, and any war anywhere, for once, seems to be over, so even this war is bound to end someday, isn't it?

The answer given by the high school student Roark to the weight of Amana's words was too thin, and things like other HR (every one) were even hilarious.

... What are you talking about, me?

Amana overlaps the questions without discussing Roark's self-derision and self-loathing.

"So when does it end? How do we end this?

"When... no one knows that. How to say this is different because of why each war started..."

"Your brother said that if everyone said to stop fighting because they are both democratic countries, the great people of the country would come together and talk to each other about stopping fighting."

Wizard employee Cruillo's explanation is the ideal way to be in a democracy, but he also knew high school students Roark that reality wouldn't let go that way.

Amana's brother's words are not lies, but they diverge too much from reality. It would have meant nothing more than gentle comfort.

"So, Amana, how do you think we all get to say, 'Let's stop the war'?

Roark threw the question back to the elementary school girl before being asked any more unanswerable questions.

... even to such a little girl, is it self preservation? Me, that sucks.

"I think it's mundane for Nemoralis and Artel to say," Let's not go to war. "

"Why?"

"Because that grandmother called me in the city over there in the air raid and said she was gathering people who wanted to fight, and before Grandma told me, she said there was a lot of people fighting one of them."

The base of the Nemoralis aspiring guerrilla on the island of Lanterna, in Artel territory, is a villa owned by relatives of the old lady Silva. It is unclear who Silva and her relatives are, but they are gathering and organizing militant guerrillas to attack mainland Artel.

... Sure, you said you stopped Mr. Silva, you're just going back to solo activities.

"It's easier for people who don't like war to call for more."

"Calling? How?

To Amana's diligent words, Roark inadvertently asked a vegan question.

"Write the song down and make sure Mr. Farkill can hear everyone on the Internet."

"Oh... well. It's a national health gymnastics song, and it seems that the support of those who evacuated to Amitostigma has been enriched."

Reminds me of the internet news Farkill showed me on his tablet device, and when Roark agreed, Amana snorted and wrapped her arithmetic notes in a bag.

Instead, take out a bunch of copy paper where everyone writes out lyrics fragments and a notebook with finalized lyrics.

Elantis also said by cleaning up his notebook and textbook.

"If you're serious, you're already in sixth grade, but you've been studying all fifth grade, you're a jerk"

Roark responded with a bitter smile.

"Right. I want to get back to school soon."

"When I get to Lacrimaris, I say goodbye to Mr. Farkill, so I want to make up my mind as much as I can by then."

Amana's voice was trembling.