It's all one flower.

Spelldoctor Septentorio says, waiting for the old woman to sit down.

"We recently showed you statistics on Alton Gaza Continental countries on the internet"

Talk about the damage caused by demons and warcraft in the Kirkulus country that intelligence agent Razornik showed. Fire and police announcements from all over the country.

In countries where semi-vision people make up the majority, they cannot grasp what happened even when attacked by demons without entities, and are simply treated as missing cases.

If there were witnesses with faint but spiritual vision, "strange cases involving the presence of different worlds" would be spoken of from their mouths, and rumors would spread, but they would not be dealt with from "legitimate adults" as information of unknown authenticity.

For that reason, demon victims don't go up to the stats.

There will be more actual victims.

"Even in the Republic of Banksia, we urge the faithful to visit the Church every once in a while. To exploit the magic of an unconscious and powerful people..."

"I guess so. After the fire, the priests went around the burns to retrieve the remains and [the tears of the sorcerer]."

The needle girl Sarotka looks up and silently stares at the old woman.

"Kirkuls in the Artel Republic forced powerful people and Fraxinus to migrate to the island of Lanterna, but did not allow them to migrate to Nemoralis or Lacrimaris"

When the spelldoctor Septentorio tells of thirty years ago, the old woman of the tailor nodded, recalling the time. The needle girl, unable to see the story, tilted her neck small.

"The island of Lanterna today is home to powerful people, Fraxinus and their children's generations who have no land prospects elsewhere (approximately). On the mainland of the continent, the Artists rely on the Lanterna Islanders to exterminate demons and warcraft."

"With that said...... I have heard rumors that the neighboring Republic of Lanista has only a few wizards living there, but the occupational discrimination is terrible and they won't let you do any work other than exterminators. The star symbol was used to terrorize people who said that... but that's what I'm saying."

Girl Sarotka sighs at the story of two old men.

An old woman stopped the medicine can fire and re-brewed the town flower tea.

The sweet fragrance relieves the frozen mind, but it's temporary.

"I mean, you can't survive without magical help."

"They're coming to the weak wrinkles because they can't separate."

When the curse doctor and the old woman spoken, Sarotka questioned with a small, faint voice.

"So... what do you do?

"I don't know what other people think, but like before half a century of civil unrest, just so you can live as neighbors without worrying about race, faith, or magic... if you can do it right, it'd be best."

"What... but..."

Sarotka clouds her mouth in confusion and rejection. The spell doctor Septentorio made the girl smile.

"The numbers are small, but the long-lived race, born before half a century of civil unrest, like me, remembers a peaceful life at the time. In the days of the Old Kingdom...... before becoming a Republic, there was a festival called the Holiday of the Gods. On that day, the faithful were playing a song called 'The Hymn Medley', which gathered the psalms of all the gods believed in the realm of the Kingdom. No Fraxinus, no Kirkurs, no sectarian distinction..."

"That's... that's the first I've heard of you"

An old woman rounds her eyes.

"Yep. It's before the republican transition, so it's been nearly two hundred years. When we moved to a republican system, the holidays of the gods were abolished in the name of freedom of faith, and the people only took part in the festivals of their respective believing gods."

"Does that mean... you no longer have the chance to know your neighbor's faith...?

"That's what happens as a result. The powerless people born during the kingdom had not survived a single death by the time half a century of civil strife began."

When intelligence agent Razornik listened to the hymn Medley, it was clear to the Autonomous Communities that he could only recognize the blur.

… the government at the time was "free of faith," but as a result, it pushed for the division of the people by faith.

If the holidays of the gods had lasted forever, half a century of civil unrest might not have occurred.

Intelligence agent Razolnik said an organization wishing for peace to which he belonged was streaming the hymn Medley through the Internet into refugee camps and within the Artel Republic, and in Nemoralis countries without Internet facilities, they were holding refugee support concerts in safe cities and playing in them.

To what extent on earth does it have an effect on grassroots activities caused by music?

How many years does it take to change people's consciousness?

That melody will not reach the hearts of those who lost everything and were swallowed by the darkness of despair or sinking into the darkness of blind faith.

... Still, much better than doing nothing. I want it to at least be passed on to those who have become the lights that pioneer the darkness of ignorance and the light of one of them has arrived.

"But you know what, I can't even imagine. And… what do the star beacons do…"

The girl with the needle shook her head in horror, gripping the teacup with both hands and being drooled.

... I don't know if I can do it.

The spelldoctor Septentorio sympathized with the frightened girl.

"It is the emblem (servant) of that star, but it has also been designated an international terrorist organization by the Kirkuri nation of the Alton Gaza continent. Artel and Lanista are the only two countries that acknowledge their existence and leave them alone."

And this autonomous community, too.

The old woman from the tailor added to the description of the spelldoctor Septentorio. The needle girl exhales small and disturbs the hot air of Zhenhua tea.

"To say that it is not recognized by the Republic of Banksia is to say that the Cathedral was branded with heresy."

"So is it Cotto that those people are wrong? My brother... is it true that he could have been treated with magic? How was it back in the day?

When the old woman in the tailor said, the needle girl said quickly while she was lying down.

The old woman speaks in a quiet voice.

"At least there was nowhere in the scope of the Bible that I read that fitted their claims. Sure, a lot of people turned down magic treatments because of their faith, but I've never heard the priests say they blame the magically healed."

An old woman pulled into the back room to pick up the scriptures.

The spelldoctor Septentorio and the needle girl look at each other somehow, dropping off their curved backs. The girl immediately lay down her face and the curse doctor of the people of the lake sighed small.

An old woman returning soon puts a thick leather cover book on the table. Letters foiled with gold were completely faint and unreadable.

"Has the spelldoctor ever read the Kirkulus Scriptures?

"No, not at all..."

"Really? Can you see it later?

"If you don't mind if I touch the heathen..."

Needle girl Sarotka looks up like she's been played. An old tailor woman smiled gently and told the girl.

"The Bible is a book, so anyone can read it."

"But..."

"The old school taught the Kirkurs general knowledge of witchcraft as a common sense of the world."

The girl with the needle breathes without a voice.

"Of course (of course), because there is no magic, there is no practical skill, like, 'Magic spells are uttered in different words than normal that say“ powerful words, "or,' To use magic, you need something else called acting power besides magic '... although it was to that extent"

"There's a saying...?

The needle girl lay her eyes down, as she also dreamed.

The spelldoctor Septentorio was dismayed that the younger generation of the Ristover Autonomous Region had not even been given that degree of knowledge.