It's all one flower.

As I said, I ask the priests of the people of the lake to contact Fiarlka and return to the Inn for a moment.

Kyou was greeted by the manager, who escaped from the uncomfortable and aristocratic space and entered the living room. Farkill and Roark do not go to their chambers and inform the three Star Road Prostitutes first that they have returned from the temple. Farkill breathed a sigh of relief when he became only a “common man” companion.

"Whoa, that was quick."

Medvege says unexpectedly. I still have more than an hour for lunch. Farkill and Rourke spoke of events in the temple west of the lake goddess.

"Hey, were you a relative of a wizard..."

A boy soldier Morph, who apparently didn't know, saw Captain Solgnac with a complicated look. The captain laughs at the dripping and tells Morph to listen.

"In the area around Lake Lacus, the mix of powerful and powerless people is progressing. Sometimes, like you, Cruillo, in one family, there is a mixture of powerful and powerless people."

"Er... Huh? Ah......"

Boy soldier Morph sees Farkill with an indescribable face.

Remembering the setting where he said that he was a Lacrimaris, but only one powerless people in his family, Farkill made him snort.

"That's what I said, I just don't know who I am or who I am, and there's a powerful mix of people in the Autonomous Communities."

"Huh?... Oh, yeah"

Boy soldier Morph, he's never even thought about it before. Medvege tells me to look like he chewed up a bitter bug.

"The Autonomous Communities don't have wizards. Weren't they clean?

"What are you talking about? Ooh. It's just magic. You have to know the spell to use magic."

"Oh, well. So you're still here."

Medvege told me with half a laugh, the strength falls out of the boy soldier Morph's shoulder.

"Conversely, if you can cast a spell properly even if you don't have magic, you can use magic with a spell or [magic crystal], so it's surprisingly difficult to draw a line around what kind of person you call a wizard."

Roark said, Juvenile Soldier Morph became more and more difficult to face and shut up.

Captain Solgnac tells Medvege to look away.

"We've been discussing what to do since you crossed over to Nemoralis Island while you were away."

"You know what, I need you to do a little research. I have a knack for you, brother, okay?

"Fine. What is it?

Responding comfortably to Medvege, Farkill took the tablet terminal out of his coat pocket.

"I'm a little allergic here. That room over there, can we go?

"Fine."

I guess he doesn't want the boy soldier Morph to hear about the magic tangle investigation, and Farkill moves to the room assigned to himself and Roark.

When we were alone in the next room, Medvege locked the door and lowered her hips to a fine chair with elbows to make sure the window was closed. Farkill also sits across the street pinching the small low table and launches the browser.

"What do you look into?

"It's the way you shake yourself, kid"

"What?"

Unusual and harsh glances were pointed from the front, and Farkill measured its sincerity. At least not the eyes that can be directed at "the boy who loses his parents and goes to rely on his relatives".

"I can't help but preface the goth. Boy, you, you're an Artel, aren't you?

Furkill's time stopped when he was pounded to the core by a single direct entry. Medvege elbows on both knees and tells him to put his fingers together in front of his face and pray for something.

"I'm not sure about the rest of them, but the captain and I noticed from the start."

"Sa... from the beginning...?

... If you had noticed, why didn't you ever kick me out, keep quiet?

The question is speechless. The coloured eyes of Medvege's earth are silent, without the colour of anger or mockery.

"When we bowled out of North Zakart City, the kid took care of us in church, didn't he? The Flaxinus don't say" church ”where God worships them.“ Temple. "

I felt like I was going to hold my breath, but somehow take a deep breath to quell the upset. Medvege continued waiting for Farkill to settle down.

"Besides, the first time you took the passenger seat, you fastened your seat belt even though I didn't say anything."

Farkill nodded without words and looked at Medvege.

"The Lacrimaris Auserrattle didn't know what a seat belt was, and I taught him how to fasten it."

Farkill had intended to mislead him well with great care, but he had borrowed unexpectedly. Perhaps there are others who have noticed in such detail, besides the captain and the driver. Farkill felt comfortable with a dark hole underfoot.

The driver Medvege fills Farkill's silence by himself.

"I don't know a few mons, but if you're an Arthurian, you're the kid you look like. At first, I thought it would be easy to twist and see how it goes, and I have all sorts of magic tools. I don't know what to do anymore."

Indeed, from their point of view, they are more incomprehensible than merely suspicious people.

Farkill took one big breath and slowly spit it out and looked into Medvege's eyes. An unwavering eye looks back like the earth.

"Sure, I was an Artel. But I've abandoned my country and my family. I don't have faith in Kirkulus."

"You were born in Artel?

"Yes. Not just me, but those Idol Cos in that video said it, right? It's full of contradictions, and I don't want it anymore."

Once again, I shared the information I got at the forest base with everyone while I was running out of time at the underground Chernochnijnik inn. Because of the particular impact of many of the videos and news he saw, Medvege immediately remembered, nodded and encouraged ahead.

"I used Artel's illegal means to access foreign sites and see the contradictions of the Artel government's intelligence manipulation, including foreign countries, in Kirkulus-centric society."

"So why are you throwing away even your parents and brothers?

Farkill ate up his teeth and looked at Medvege. All that's there is pure doubt.

Spilling a small sigh would lose the strength of his shoulders, Farkill said pale.

"My parents are so hardened by faith that they can't get through to Kotoba. I'm not an official constituent, but if you listen to the star sign speech and say you're funding terrorism, can you figure out what people are like?

"Really give me that tip..."

"I am. It's not an analogy, really."

Medvege unwrapped his fingers and wiped the sweat of his palms with his knees.

"How did you get to Nenia Island?

"Until the city of Cardafstovaux, there are usually bus routes, so. After that, Mr. Fiarlka's [jump]."

"Carrier's sister, you knew everything and kept your mouth shut"

"Thanks to you, it helped. I didn't even know you were a Fluxinusian priest until I got here..."

Medvege laughs and goes back to his true face, staring into Farkill's eyes.

"I see the wack you helped to crush Artel's base. So why did you run away from home like that on Nenia Island?

"To let the whole world know how terrible the Artel army is. Because the air raid went on and the press couldn't get access to the internet..."

"So you're dead, you don't have an ex or a kid."

I think it was reckless while I was at it, but I don't think it was for nothing.

Even at that point, the truth was diffused.

"I want to give up my life, but I want to tell the truth. If I die, the diffused information will never disappear."

"But, Artel, as long as it's not a crime scene, you don't see the truth, do you?

"The Artels are not restricted from travelling to the Kirkulus country. I want you to go abroad for work, study abroad, sightseeing, and get a little touch of the Artel news from the outside, and the information I spread, and notice the discrepancies."

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Few can resort to bold actions such as causing a mayhem like the Idol Group Moment (Again) Ku Xing Daughter (Ko) to appeal to the people of Artel and exile to foreign countries.

Still, it's completely different just to notice the contradictions and think with your own head about how you should live from now on.

If only one more person could open his eyes blocked by blind faith in Kirkulusism with information from another angle and look directly at the truth, that would suffice.

Later, the diffused information will continue to stir up a small fire that smokes (creases) in their minds.

Medvege said, punching his knee in the bread.

"I figured out enough that you're not the bad guy I've been with. I also know what the purpose is. I also found out that there are no relatives in Grom City. So, what do we do? Want to join us on Nemoralis Island?

From the Kirkuls of the Artels, Farkill is an unbelievable traitor.

Medvege's eyes were gentle and guided me over Farkill's body. Not as a Nemoralist Kirkulus, but as an individual Medvege, worries about a boy in a position of danger.

... I also found out that Kirkuls have people like this. That's all... enough.

"I'm sorry to bother you. Join Mr. Razornik for information support activities."

"Really? You're gonna let that brother stay, aren't you?

"I've had half a century of civil unrest translated into a common language from neighboring countries, and I have the task of publishing it, so I can't go to Toko without Internet facilities."

"Really? You have a proper athe, don't you? That's fine."

Medvege convinced me to stand up with a sunny smile and urged me to the room where everyone was.