It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio gazed at who had [jumped].

An old man with snowy gray hair. Whether it's a perpetual race or a long-lived race that lives about twice as long as a septentorio, we don't know by appearance alone.

"Good evening. Is Silva here?

He is given the name of someone he knows in a calm voice and answers reflexively.

"I'm out. I haven't asked where I'm going or when I'm going home. Excuse me, are you...?

"Within the owner of this villa, my name is Snegg. You're the septentorio curse doctor, aren't you? We've heard rumors from Lazolnik."

The old man, named Sneg, looks at the badge (today) presented by Septentorio from his neck and says:

The case of Razornik came to my mind that it was a face-to-face meeting with Sneg, and I named him again.

"I'm late for my application. As you can see, my name is Septentorio, the [blue one-wing] spelldoctor. Are you a group that aspires to peace without resorting to the force Razornik was saying?

"That's right. The main activities are charitable concerts. With its proceeds, we support people who have been burned out or fled the country."

Bearing the remnants of the sunset, the expression of the old man could not be seen, but his serene voice reassured Septentorio.

Sneg turns his face to the door of the villa and says in the same tone.

"The situation here has been reported by Lazolnik. This property is not my property, so I can't tell you what it's for."

Feeling a color that seemed sorry for his voice, the spelldoctor Septentorio unwittingly bowed his head.

"No, thank you for your generosity, I'm afraid."

"It's not the spelldoctor's fault. You've been trying to convince them to stop using force."

"But I couldn't stop them."

Septentorio, who was looking up and listening to Sneg, was drooled. The green hair of the people of the lake receives the sunset and is dyed with indescribable colors.

"What they want is not healing or salvation, but a place to die."

Sneigh uttered the same words as old lady Silva.

"No matter what anyone says, no one halfway into the coffin will listen. I'm trapped in real despair, not madness, suicide to attract someone's attention."

"But..."

"Besides, it's not a wack that their activities were just completely wasteful and harmful. Diplomatically, even if it includes humanitarian issues, we haven't even flown reconnaissance planes in the three days since we had to fight terror on the mainland of Artel to reduce the frequency of air raids and destroy the Aquilo base."

... Where did you get that information?

Intelligence agent Razornik was not part of the Aquilo base raid operation and did not show up at this base until today.

The curse doctors have not heard from the Orioles the details of the battle. From what I've heard, it wasn't there, it wouldn't have been remembered.

"... a lot of people didn't have to be killed for that."

The spelldoctor Septentorio chewed up Snegg's words.

At first glance, it seems honest, but I can't agree. I found no objection and saw the rest of the light of the day over the old man's shoulder.

In the light that disappears on the edge of the sky, a group of ravens return to the twilight.

... Even ravens say they have a place to go home.

"Why don't you go to Wang Du, doctor of spells? I stayed here any longer, and there will be nothing to gain or give."

The words hurt the back of his chest, and Septentorio could not reply.

"There are people in the capital who need the help of a curse doctor."

"Isn't it a refugee camp in Amitostigma?

"Yes. Precisely..."

There, Journitol, the guard of the people of the lake, and Cleve, the powerful people, returned. Keep an alert eye on an old man with a swollen cloth bag in his hand.

"Silva is always taking care of you. I am also the owner of this property."

"Are you a relative? This way, I'm so sorry I took care of you."

"How would you like to join us for dinner? I picked a lot of nuts and stuff."

Cleve frightens, and the people of the lake, Journitol, let the bag rise.

"No, I'm just here to see how things are going, so I'll be free in a minute. Silva's away, too."

"Excuse me. Mr. Silva isn't a wacko who's here every day, he won't tell me where he's doing it..."

Cleve lowers his brow and apologizes with a small voice.

"No, it's not your fault about Silva, so don't worry. Now, if you'll excuse me for today."

The gray-haired old man Snegg lovingly [jumped].

"Ah, spell doctor, you watered me down. Thank you."

"Sorry I didn't realize that"

Journitol thanked him without giving in, and Cleve bowed his head in regret. The leaves of vegetables, which were shriveling and dripping, regained a little momentum and looked up at the sky.

Upon entering the dining room, the funeral parlor Agoni nearly brewed herbal tea.

Guards Oriole, the spellmaker, and the weapons maker are staring forward at the empty teacup. Journitol made a particularly brighter voice in an attempt to shake off the chilling air.

"I picked a lot of nuts today."

Loosening the cloth bag's mouth string overflowed with sweet and sour aromas. The three staring at each other do not wander. Cleve glanced down at everyone and stared down at the floor.

Now that they have taken the guerrilla's [Tears of the Sorcerer] to intelligence agent Razornik, there must be no more seeds, but the spelldoctor Septentorio did not know why the air was so tight.

The funeral parlor Agoni boils the water drifted into the universe and throws in a bunch of vanilla. Hot water containing grass swirled around, spreading a clean fragrance into the dining room. Vanilla tea was spread wide in the universe and poured over the cup with a medicinal aroma.

Agoni places the exit on a plate and transports the cup to his mouth without saying anything. One of the spelldoctors raised the cup and whispered thanks.

The old lady Silva must have also gone to solicit those desperate enough to abandon themselves. There were too many people in Nemoralis today who lost everything.

... Even if you don't come here, the powerful people can go to battle, even individually, if Artel has a land survey.

The spelldoctor Septentorio confirmed in his heart (of course) that he had figured it out.

It's impossible to convince them all to stop fighting. Even those who taught [Invisible Shield (Freshly)] to protect themselves now survive only one CLUVE.

What was Snegg trying to say earlier? At least, I don't suppose militant guerrillas can make you listen, but we all have no idea what exactly we're talking about.

... that you need my help in Wangdu?

The king's capital, Lacrimaris, is the heart of faith with its Fraxinus sanctuary.

There are a large number of clergy who have completed various systems of medicine. The same [guiding white butterfly] scholarly technique as Agoni's was also practiced by junior clerics as an essential skill in performing funerals.

Instead of secular hospitals and funeral services, treatments and funerals will be held in temples and hospitals.

I have never heard of the Fraxinus Church's therapeutic hospital saying that it became a private hospital after half a century of civil unrest.

With the help of a small, privately run clinic, I don't think I'd put it that way, but I couldn't imagine what other power they were looking for.

After half a century of civil unrest, the spelldoctor Septentorio has only been to the medical industry city of Kulbunika and its neighboring city of Zerneau.

Because I was afraid to see the changed appearance of the city I knew, but now regret pushes me to say that I should have made sure about Cravel, who was reborn as the "capital" of the Nemoralis Republic, and Lacrimalis, who is back in the "king's capital" once again.

... that would have sent them to a safer place, not like this.

According to Chloenier's story, that haulier of the people of the lake, who say Fiarlka, does the request properly as long as he pays for the money, seems to be a trustworthy person as a merchant.

Farkill had already paid Fiarlka for the [leap]. I just have to give up the truck and pray that you [jump] to Lacrimaris soon.

"Apparently, it's not going well with you guys."

The arms maker put the cup down and declared it. A calm voice announces an unshakeable decision and does not allow anyone to dispute it. Cleve looked around at everyone with frightened eyes and brought the cup closer to his face.

Put a few breaths down and the people of the lake, Journitol, will listen.

"What are you going to do after you get out of here?

"I'm also thinking about giving weapons to the regular army. I'll leave it at the base over there, except for my personal belongings, so use it as you please."

"Yes, I'll let you see how it goes."

In the words of the spellmaker, Oriol glimpsed the weaponmaker.

"Nothing in me or anything. We happen to know each other here, and we're just hanging out because it's convenient to accommodate materials."

"You know how powerful my spell is, don't you? If there's any material, it's a hanashi."

A spellmaker looks around at Oriole and Journitol, Cleve. No one talks about what kind of spell he created and what horrible effects he had in the Aquillo base raid operation. Cleve shrunk frightened by a small craftsman in the school of [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)].

"Me too... [Tears] are gone, so I'll be out here once I'm done."

Funeral home Agoni won't tell you where or what you're going to do.

... right. Just say you're a people of the same lake, not in you or anything. Agoni also has his beliefs and his way of life.

The spelldoctor Septentorio places a cup of vanilla tea and watches where the rising hot air goes. Now that I had denied the battle and given up persuasion, there was no reason left for me to stay here.

... Whatever help you're asked for, it's better than staying here.

The spelldoctor Septentorio looked up and saw the guard Oriole sitting in the front.

"I'm leaving here for a while, too. Cleve, leave a message and ask for new training."

"Ku...... training?

Cleve stretches his spine and drips his sweat. Oriol leaked a bitter laugh with a small sigh.

"Just the basics the captain and that boy taught me, and how to tell if the weapon doesn't have a transmitter on it, and how to use [fucked water] and [invisible shield]"

Cleve had no voice and nodded again and again like a headshake doll.