It's all one flower.

"You don't know?... Ah, Dr. Lacueus, can I tell these cots what's going on now?

I don't mind.

"Well, Artel's army broke into the island of Nenia and sowed the seeds of a tree monster called the Windy Tree in the Tuman Forest."

"What?"

"It germinates quickly, it's a tree moving around over there scattering poison, and the Royal Army is going to exorcise it, but the Lacrimaris are out of bees, like a step in front of the war"

"His Majesty has persuaded the Council and the people to wage war at a critical place."

When Lacueus compensated for the explanation, he heard the leader Archione with a faded face.

"Why is the Army such a cot..."

"You must have tried to use that poison to destroy Nemoralis' new weapon, the Demon Asthma Cannon."

The girls were speechless and gazed at Nemoralis MP Lacueus.

"If the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, with its Fraxinus sanctuary, joins the war, not only the countries of the Hunan region, including Amitostigma, but also the countries of the Hudong region may move to crush Artel"

"Oh no..."

They take up the information equipment right after the arrival of Amitostigma, and they can't even show us the newspapers in the house where each one will be hidden. For the girls who were isolated from the information, even though they came abandoned, the shock of Setouchi was devastated when their native country was born and raised.

"Artel's army is still sitting in the southern part of the island of Nainia, and from the mainland of Artel, the King's capital, Lacrimaris, is being targeted to prevent the destruction of the [Demon Asthma Cannon]."

Senator Laqueus cut the words and said, looking closely into the eyes of each of the four girls.

"There is no moment of respite."

"Okay. I'll do everything I can to get Artel's men back."

Archione pulls his jaw clearly. Asterope, Elektra and Tygeta also snorted firmly.

Four girls, wrapped in grassy loose clothes, stand with a large bouquet of flowers on their backs with white walls.

What they hold is a bouquet of short blue hinagi centered on olive branches, chunking together in thin silk and white ribbon.

A small camera captures what they look like.

A clerk with a message canning paper next to the camera chanted [lights] and floated two light sources near the ceiling. The interior adds brightness and the white of thin silk makes the blue of the flowers clearer.

The windows closed for recording were clear, the olive branches swayed loosely, and the dark greens and light greens flickered (again).

As the girls fixed the hem of the grass garment and re-held the bouquet of flowers, the recorder sent a signal to Senator Lacueus. Nodding loudly at the camera blind spot, he claws the harp.

Archione opened his mouth as the main melody of the unfinished song, wishing for national reconciliation, flowed.

"Guys! Long time no see! How are you? We're fine."

Four of them waved one hand smaller as they held a bouquet of flowers and smiled at the camera.

Tygeta sends her gaze up to the camera from behind her glasses and speaks in a slightly sweet voice.

"I'm sorry you said goodbye to everyone like that. I still love everyone's tips..."

Electra and Asterope also communicate cute and recent developments following Tygeta.

"I'm sorry I made you worry. I'm in a safe place now, and I'm perfectly fine. I'm so sorry I can't see you all..."

"The four of us built a new unit. So, we're back in business today, and we'd love to have you back again."

(i) Put your breath down. Archione declares.

"The new unit name says“ Bouquet of Peace ”. How did it become this name..."

"Now this Lacus Hunan region has a war or something, because it is a very difficult situation..."

Archione sends his gaze to the neighboring Tygeta, and Tygeta sees that neighboring electro again in the middle of his speech. Electra in sight continued ahead.

"People living in the Hunan region...... no, every person in the world sows the seeds of peace in their hearts and blossoms..."

"Let us all bloom the flowers of peace so that we can stop fighting," I caged my wish and named it "the bouquet of peace”.

Asterope tightened it as he offered a bouquet of olive branches and blue hinagi toward the camera.

… it's something that you can breathe in so far without having to meet in advance.

Put it on the tone of the harp played with admiration by Senator Laqueus, and Archione continues.

"Since I got here, I've met and talked to a lot of people. So, someone from the long-lived race said that Artel and Nemoralis originally, and Lacrimalis were one country..."

"So when I asked how we lived when faith, race, magic, that's completely different... what do you think they said?

Electra leans her neck toward the camera.

Only the quiet tone of the harp flowed between plenty of breath.

Tygeta says the answer by pushing up her glasses with one hand.

"I wasn't particularly aware of the difference, and I said," You're here, Koyu. "I was close to Futu in Kandi."

"People of the long-lived race remember Kotto as a memory of those days. Two hundred years...... Ah, shorter than that? 180 years? 1990? I don't know, the neighbors of the old race were gone."

Asterope rocked his blonde hair and changed his curly look on the camera...... on the other side of it, the viewer over the screen spoke as if he was now in front of him.

Electra cheeks over a bouquet of blue hinagi and olives and sends an up-and-coming gaze across the camera to moisturize her eyes.

"Long ago, we could all live together... how can we not be friends now?

Tygeta and Asterope lean shoulder to the electra and the bouquet of three becomes one piece. Archione took a step forward and raised his face, declaring with his winning eyes looking at the viewers of the video.

"Even now, if we all want to live in peace, it's a hassle that can be achieved"

The other three will also step forward and stand alongside Archione, and the four will declare in unison.

"We can make peace."

Four people hoist their bouquets high, turning them into one big bunch and sending their gaze to the camera.

Instead of practicing, without a meeting, as I said earlier, they said it without changing the subject matter in the rhetoric of the stream.

"Let's all put our hands together and realize the same dream"

The harp plays the last bar of an unfinished song wishing for national reconciliation, and maintains its posture until the finish disappears. Two people supporting the canning paper lowered their arms and one sent a signal to Senator Laqueus.