It's all one flower.

"Right. Then let's bury it from what we came up with. In order from before, if you get stuck in one place, you won't be able to go from there."

Roark said, Amana and Elantis nodded with a more serious face when they were studying arithmetic.

Once again, the three of them see fragments of the lyrics.

First, the beginning, which was in an old notebook that Amiela's grandmother said she had.

Peaceful lake breeze

Hiraki Island celebrates a new dawn.

Little island flowers shake in the morning sun in the lake (Umi) of Lacus

I don't know what to say, the main melody of the song recorded on the B-side of the BGM "Find This Big Sky" record in the weather forecast and the poetry written in the notebook had the same number of sounds.

The record's jacket had no lyrics or explanation, and the notebook said "Centennial of the National Broadcasting of the Republican Transition," but that poem would definitely be the lyrics to the record's song "All One Flower".

... I should have asked the curse doctor. Oh, but you said you knew that amazing cuckoo clotheshop, the curse doctor, so can I have that guy?

When I pondered the lyrics at the mansion in the city of Dossici, everyone struggled to get the place names in somehow thinking there was no mention of the Artel region, but in the end, I didn't think of any clever words.

When I read it back again, I noticed that the words of prayer of Kirkulusism were interwoven.

- Saint Kirkulus Lacteus, the light of knowledge in the eyes swallowed and blocked by darkness, and by a single light, we ask you to pioneer darkness and lead us to the path of Saint Kittori.

It's a holy phrase that you say when you don't know something or you get lost.

On second thought, Artel also owns the island of Lanterna. The greatest characteristic of Artel is that it is not in that part of the mainland of the Chinucarkuru Nothiu continent, but united in faith in Kirkrus.

Roark was impressed with the poet's choice of words, which subtly woven some of the prayers rather than place names. But when I tell everyone what I realize, they know that Roark is a hidden Kirkrus living outside the Autonomous Community.

That's all, should never have been known.

In anticipation of one of the four Autonomous Communities noticing, Roark beckoned the notice into the back of his chest.

Take the top note of the paper bundle. It's the handwriting of the pharmacist (dull) Awellana I saw in the spell campe that activates the spell.

There was a cleavage of words written in a few words. I have no idea which part of the main melody I intend to fit.

"If this wish comes true, I won't spare my life."

Unforgettable sad determination

Let go of your weapon and don't bleed again.

I'll never see you again, the nostalgia, that city we'll never forget.

Roark couldn't wait to seem to have been told about himself somehow and put the note back on his desk. Take another piece of paper and look through. This "masterpiece likely to be learned" is Captain Solniak's handwriting.

Sleep in peace, my friend who aspired to the same dream.

That smile on my chest still lingers.

I'll never go back. Nostalgic days, redeeming city swallowed flames, walking.

Did you write a star path courageous army companion scattered in the middle of your mind?

Roark was a little relieved to see that he was guilty of terrorist activity.

Captain Solgnac, who always seemed calm and free from any strays, also had doubts, strays and regrets about the baking chips and indiscriminate murders in the city of Zerneau. I didn't trample peace in peace in peace, let alone wax enjoying it like some militant guerrillas.

That's fine, but this isn't just some kind of atmosphere either, and it doesn't fit the number of sounds in the main melody as it is.

I remembered how everyone else's handwriting was, when I wrote a map at the library in the city of Zerneau, and I searched for a powerful note from Medvege.

I'm not going back, my family's smile. I'm gonna carve it in this chest and go to sin.

I dreamed with my friends that a bell would say condolences and peace to the bright sky.

Let's all bloom the same dream flower.

I wouldn't spare this life for that flower.

There was a grin on Roark's lips. He thought he was a gutsy old man, but surprisingly, he's a poet. I read it back and tightened my mouth to its sad content.

Boy soldier Morph doesn't seem to be good at writing letters yet, he writes many times, turns them off and repeats, and the paper is worn out. All that remained were a few words, which were also full of typos and did not retain the original form of the word, and only a few managed to pick up meaning.

That.

I don't need it.

I read the part over and over that was full of typos and not sure, but I felt like it didn't say what the "it" content referred to.

Thought Morph, younger than Rourke, threw himself into the Star Way Prostitute Army as a boy soldier and since coming to Lanterna Island, he had helped the Nemoralist militant guerrilla, his chest tightened.

I wonder why Morph joined the Aquillo base raid operation.

The Autonomous Region of Listwar has not been subjected to air raids by the Allied Coalition Forces of Artel Lanista. The Autonomous Communities were burned down because of an unexplained fire that broke out before the war began.

Besides, the Star Way Prostitute had secretly received support from Artel, including the provision of weapons and combat training in video. For the Morphs, the Artel army must have been on their side.

... What did you both fight for?

I'm just certain it's not the same "someone's vendetta" as Roark.

So the "sin destruction" Medvege wrote was to join the guerrillas and turn the Artel army against the enemy? But he didn't join the fight.

Is Captain Solniak's "redeeming sin" also about Morph's "it" by destroying the base of the Artel army to protect Nemoralis territory from air raids?

Afraid to make sure, Roark put down a piece of paper and saw a note that he didn't know whose handwriting it was.

We're all going to make peace together.

Tears dried up, but my heart never dried up.

Drop your weapons and make a tomorrow that everyone can live with.

Whatever it is, we're all from the same country.

Maybe it's a woman's letter. It would be either Pinatifida or Amiela.

... Everyone, the same... I wish the Kirkurs, the Fraxinus, the powerful and powerless people, the long-lived and ever-living races could all live as the same "Nemoralists".

The Kirkuls were isolated in the Ristover Autonomous Region.

If a powerful son of a people were born to a hidden Kirkrussian family living outside the Autonomous Community like the Diaphanes of Rourke, it would make him look like an accident or let him die without being treated for his illness.

Growing up as a childhood trainer, Belyoza was happy to say that she "blamed" her brother for being drowned in a canal.

I do not believe that faith has been distorted because of the policy of segregation.

In the Listwer Autonomous Region, a three-year-old examination is not followed by an examination for the presence or absence of magic that causes him to grip the [crystal of magic]. If he lived in the Autonomous Community, he wouldn't have been informed that he had magic, and Belyoza's brother wouldn't have had to be killed by his parents.

... Then, conversely, there may be an unconscious and powerful people in the Autonomous Communities.

Depending on the strength of the magic, if you leave it without knowing how to control it, you say it can burst the magic with a mundane bounce, causing unexpected accidents.

It is not for religious reasons that powerful people do not drink, but to prevent outbursts of magic.

I'm going to put together a fragment of the words everyone wrote, but I associate one thing after another, and I can't think together at all.

Roark saw Amana and Elantis. He works hard on copy paper, spelling out fragments of poetry. Roark took a note he had previously written and reconsidered the words.

... That being said, you said that until half a century before the civil unrest, everyone was usually in the neighborhood.

The former kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis also says that, even after its transition to a republican system, it lived amicably and peacefully as a people of the same country, but the Roark had no idea of its time.

During half a century of civil unrest, both the Temple of Fraxinus and the Church of Kirkulus say many of them were destroyed. The churches in the Nemoralis and Lacrimalis territories were not rebuilt, nor were the temples in the Artel territories.

... Well, I guess followers of the Lake Goddess don't mind if the lake is safe.

Hidden Kirkurs also look at the clock, even without a church, or look up at the night sky to think of the path of the holy stars and maintain their faith. Roark himself had no faith at all, but all his grandfathers, parents and visitors to his parents' house were eager to pray.

What was in that prayer?

To Roark, distancing himself from faith, I could only feel the separation, like a totally unknown world, in their appearance, eager to pray.

Whatever the contents of prayer are, I don't feel that faith is a label or wall that separates me.

... How did old people get along?

Without knowing the times when we were living side by side in peace, I don't feel I can add poetry to the song of national reconciliation originally created for the "Centennial of the Republican Transition".

Roark did not dare, he decided to put together a fragment of the poem and look for common ground for his thoughts and those of everyone.