It's all one flower.

"Mr. Razornik and I may already have this information, but I want you to tell him what I just said. The enemy is inside the Nemoralis, eroding the country from the inside."

"For Mr. Roark... my man... enemies... what is it?

Farkil confirmed, fearfully.

Roark nods clearly in the dim dark.

"Okay. Hold on, please."

Farkill took the tablet terminal out of the pocket of the coat hooked to the coat hanging and turned it on. The darkness on the tabletop is cut into squares, so bright that it is only dazzling there.

I activated the note and quickly summarized my current story.

From Roark, he again hears and saves the names of his grandfather and parents, his place of work, the name of the director of the State Broadcasting Zerneau branch, and the name of the senator who is cordial with Roark's father.

He did not even know the names of the MPs elected by the City of Zerneau and the City of Zerneau, he said. Roark speaks of his speculation that his father's place of work, someone in Congress who will receive a donation from Libertus International Trade, would be.

Others are listed as long as they can remember the Hidden Kirkurs who lived in the city of Zerneau, and Farkil even quietly enters his name and gender, his general age and profession, etc.

"... I'm sorry. You've been fooling me. But I've been throwing away houses like that. Family, Faith."

"You can't fool me... I'm the one..."

I let my mouth slip by accident, and Farkill snorts his mouth breathlessly.

Roark tilts his neck.

The light on the tablet illuminates the two silently staring at each other.

Switching to power-saving mode, where the luminosity dropped, Farkill noticed.

"I'm the one... let everyone lie and stay with me..."

"Shh...?

He nods at Roark's question, can't keep his face up, and takes the tablet terminal in his hand.

"This device was acquired in Yami, breaking through censorship and putting in illegal apps that allow you to see foreign sites."

"Censorship......? No way......!

Roark swallowed the words ahead.

"I'm an Arthurian, but like those idols, I was disgusted by the doctrine of Kirkulus and abandoned my country."

"You're worried about your family, aren't you?

"My parents are supporters of the star sign. I'm not involved in the execution of terrorism, but there are plenty of donations... and I can't get through to Kotoba."

"But how were you going to live?

Farkill did not answer that, but only spoke of purpose.

"... In Artel's country, there is censorship, and the press such as newspapers, magazines, television and radio only report what the government announces. The Internet is also accessible to foreign servers only a few places allowed. Cyber patrols patrol the country's websites, and if the ban is on it, access will be blocked, and anyone who puts it on will be arrested."

Roark put his elbows on his knees and put his fingers together to pray in front of his chest.

Farkill speaks of the situation in a sober voice as unexpectedly as he does.

"At Artel's school, Kirkuls during half a century of civil strife teach the weak, unilaterally trampled by wizards, who are also victims of religious oppression."

"The weak... well, the powerless people..."

"But if we think about it normally, we don't have the hassle of having a weak man who can only be abused win independence from a wizard and thrive on his faith."

"Ah...!

"I thought it was strange, and when I looked at the historical sites of other countries in the Hunan region, it said that the Kirkrus, with the support of the Barbatum Federation or something, used modern weapons, poison gas or other chemical weapons to kill a large number of powerful people and set up the Artel Republic by force"

"So you're trying to spread the word around the world for translating that history into a common language..."

Roark reminded me of one of the contents of Farkill's created site, Travel Records. Farkill nods and continues.

"I dug up the truth that the government is hiding, the fact that I was buried in a lie, and abandoned my country to tell the people of Artel the truth."

"The fact that you're buried in a lie...... can you tell what's true?

"As far as I can, against the evidence, I try not to say anything I don't know. The Artelites... especially intellectuals, often go to the Banksian Republic with its cathedral, to the Barbatum Confederation of the Great Powers, and there are a lot of Artelic students out there, so they took pictures of the Nemoralis air strike damage and published it to the SNS."

"So you were alone over there!... what is that? How did you get across to Nenia Island?

Naturally questioned.

To be honest, he told us that the city of Kardavstovau on the island of Lanterna had been reached by bus and that he had met the haulier Fiarlka in the underground town of Chernochnijnik to [jump].

"Mr. Fiarlka, did you know who you were from the beginning, Farkill?

"Stop because it's dangerous, you stopped me. If I tell you I have to go, break it. [Protective gloves] said that the curse store changed the brokerage fee."

Farkill said, horrified to see Roark's face, still staring at the diminished brightness screen.

"Mr. Fiarlka and I seem to have something to think about the Artel way, and when we met again, he cooperated with my activities, and he didn't stop me in particular, but he kept it to himself, to everyone."

"He said the temple was burned during the civil unrest..."

Roark leaked a groaning whisper.

"Well, Mr. Medvege's been finding out for quite some time, and he thought I didn't seem like a bad guy, so he shut me up."

Furkill remembered his breadth and shook his shoulders. The licence is self-derisive and distorted.

"When I got here, they asked me, 'What are you going to do when you're an Arthurian and you go to Grom City?'"

"That worries me, too. Now the Lacrimalis realm of Nenia is in danger with its asthma cannons and raging wind trees..."

I finally raise my face to the voice that guides me through Farkill's body.

When the eyes met, there was somehow a passage between those who had abandoned their faith and their families. Bitter things make a mixed smile and nod at the same time.

"Thank you for worrying about me. I promised to meet Mr. Razornik in Grom City, so I can handle it."

"It is. I hope so, but don't get too upset."

Make worried Roark laugh.

"I use the internet from a safe place to fill the outer moat of information and hang a shake on the artel. I don't know how effective it is, but I'll do whatever I can."

"Don't go too dangerous with that information gathering."

"Yes, and Mr. Farkill, safe and sound."

He offered his hand from either side and shook his hand forcefully.