It's all one flower.

When we got down to the tea lounge, there was no sign of needle Amiella and relatives Carindura.

Speak up to Fiarluca, the haulier who drinks tea alone.

"Did the Amielas go back to your room?

"I'm taking a walk in the garden. Have you got your errand cleared?

"Thanks to you"

When I lowered my hips across the street, at some point I was offered a menu for the service that stood beside me. I look up unexpectedly.

"Have a drink."

"Ah... erm"

Escape the elegant sales smile of your salary and ask Fiarluca for help.

"I'm drinking. I think it's a good idea."

"Oh, well, so"

"Yes, I did. I'll bring it with me right away."

Ho's breath leaked when his salary dropped. The back of the swallow tail suit is splendid and in better shape (Mimi) than anyone else in the mobile retailer. Even if I see it scattered in the mansion of the city of Dossici, I still get carried away.

"I'm sorry I can't show you around because I don't have a land survey. Oh, never mind the payment here. 'Cause it's in the lodging."

Carrier Fiarlka leads the way and seals the question, urging him to reply with green eyes. Losing the incentive to stray from the story, Farkill reluctantly thanked him.

"No, thank you for asking Mr Lazolnik"

"If you really want to thank me, answer the question I'm going to ask you."

Fiarlka, who made me giggle, has no more eyes laughing than the sales smile of her paycheck.

... Soraki.

As Farkil gazed back at his jade eyes and nodded, the haulier of the people of the lake heard.

"What are you willing to do in Grom City? If you want to gather and disseminate information, Wang Capital will be more convenient. People come from all over."

"I want to spread the primary information, not the secondary information in the human biography. Because of the wind tree, the Lacrimalis involved in the war, which has a negative impact on civil life..."

"That's not what the press does anymore. You don't have to risk it, you can leave it to the professionals."

Fiarlka is right.

As a thought-provoking adult, my eyes were tender to teach middle school fur kills.

... but it makes sense for me to go directly.

I pushed a silver wagon with a tea set on it. Describe the origin of the tea leaves and honey and pour into the cup with an elegant hand.

Lace braids of silver thread were placed on lake-colored tablecloths, and eyes nailed to the beauty of a circle of flowers blooming on the water.

... Ah, this [hot pot laying].

A magical tool to keep things on board warm without the use of fire. The central pattern is a flaming curse. When it was, I saw it on the site of Pale Rose Forest, an international organization of sorcerers.

The material seems to be anything of metal yarn, but the area where silver yarn is used seemed aristocratic.

Farkil is unfamiliar with the brilliant culture and watches with a hard look as the serving drips honey over the tea and stirs.

A haulier of the people of the lake opened his mouth, waiting for the supply to fall to the far wall.

"Well, I guess I'll go like that time that I stopped..."

"Mr. Fiarlka, are you worried about me? Or are you telling me because you don't want fewer handkerchiefs?

Carrier Fiarluca slowly blinked and distorted the edge of her mouth.

"Would I be angry if I said both...?

"No... we're using each other..."

"Oh, you were aware. Okay, let me get this straight, okay?

And Pharkill looked into the eyes of the people of the lake. The laughter slipped out of my green eyes disappeared.

"If Boy doesn't like it, I want him to be an ad tower."

"Advertising tower?"

"Propaganda. Right now, Nemoralis is splitting up domestic public opinion about the demon asthma cannon."

"Is it Cotto to affirm what the opposition says, work for international public opinion, and bury the outer moat?

... That's how you want to end the war quickly by making it difficult to use the Devil's Asthma Cannon? The war was set up by Artel in the first place?

Fiarlka opens her green eyes and impresses.

"Guess what."

"But isn't that what the foreign press is already doing?"

"Some of the articles our people made me work on, but the news in the press around here is written in Hunan, so they don't read much in Barbatum or Banksia. Translation articles on the portal are flowing fast."

Farkill glanced at the words whispered quickly.

... but you do. They're joined by politicians, and Mr. Fiarlka is a former clergyman, and it's not strange that collaborators had someone connected to the press or an active reporter.

"When were you one of Mr. Razornik's people?

"It's been a long time. For example... all the [leap] money the boy gave me went to the intervention of Artel's wheat market."

"What...?

I look familiar in the news that there has been a high and unscrupulous deal and the wheat market in the Artel Republic has been turbulent and the stock market has also been rough, mainly with food stocks.

Imports lagged behind due to the lake blockade in the Kingdom of Lacrimaris, and Artel relied on emergency imports from the Federation of Barbatum.

There are limited quantities that can be transported by air, and high prices are inevitable. There was already an obstacle to civil life. In part, there was a riot, and apparently there were arrests and casualties.

... a level of economic attack where people die... How is that different from terrorism?

Was Razornik's story a lie when he said he was going for peace without resorting to force?

The dead will not be alone in the uprising.

How many private investors, not only in wheat, but also in exchange and stock markets, committed suicide from the despair of breakdowns, came out?

There have also been negative effects on food-related companies, mainly small and medium-sized ones. What will happen to people who have gone bankrupt and laid off more and lost their jobs?

Even with the small-scale terror and looting of the Orioles militant guerrillas, the personal shops had been forced to close, causing casualties, but the economic attacks of the Fiarlkas were of different magnitude and scope.

How many people have lost their own lives and how many will be lost in the streets and starved to death... or will they feed on demons?

Farkill ran cold on his spine, staring at the red water surface of the teacup.

"You'd be shocked to be in charge of a one-rod murder before you know it, but this is the war. I'm sorry about the beauty."

"... I know"

He was showered as cold as the lake water, and Farkill could not raise his face.

... such a scary man is a priest...... oh well. Is that why you quit?

I realized that Fiarlka's revenge was just the beginning, and I couldn't say anything.

Fiarlka, a priest who served the goddess of the lake, said the manager of this hotel, who was unable to help many of the people who went to the temple for help during half a century of civil unrest.

In the faith of Fraxinus, cannot this former priest heal the heartbreak he has suffered?

Farkill noticed his hands trembling accompanying the teacup but couldn't stop it.

"After all these years, I returned a flower tattoo to remove Kirkulus from the land."

"As a priest, can't you spread the teachings of Fraxinus?

The crest of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, is a blue hinagi. If we are to abandon the symbols of grace, happiness and cooperation and destroy the Kirkurs, isn't it the same Artel who says, "Let us destroy the nemoralis who use evil deeds"?

Farkill cages his criticisms in his eyes and raises his face.

The eyes of the people of the lake are as quiet as the lake that is covered.

After all, you don't look like you're trapped in revenge.

... With that said, Mr. Oriole and Mr. Journitol had the same eyes.

They were part of a militant guerrilla, but they lost everything and were different from the rest of the guerrillas.

... What's the difference?

"Boy, you know better, but Kirkulus doctrine is full of contradictions and problems."

I have to agree with that.

As Farkill let him snort, Fiarlka sipped a sip of tea and continued the conversation.

"The kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis would not have collapsed if Kirkulus had not been passed on to this land, and we would not have broken our bonds with our neighbours."

"But..."

Fraxinus is a desire for peace and stability in the region by maintaining the waters of Lake Lacus and suppressing the dragons of drought.

Without water, no one can live.

With a common...... mighty enemy, the people of the region are united.

... but in the prayer of a powerless people, I can't give strength to the tears of the goddess. I can't help but say I prayed, so I guess I converted it when Kirkulus was passed on?

No matter how hard we try, we are not treated in half servings in the Fraxinus society.

Although not discriminated against or eliminated, the hearts and minds of the equally powerless people who had been notified out of combat since birth felt imaginable.

"Alton Gaza doesn't have to know, and this land can't live without the help of a wizard?

"That, I know. The teaching of deciding to eliminate wizards as evil is making each other's lives painful and difficult to live..."

Just a "powerless people" to be protected.

Farkill remembered Manager Leno's face.

He is a powerless people, but he worked splendidly as a baker, and he pulled everyone, responding properly to the suddenly pressed title of manager.

Even though I knew that to pray without magic would have no effect, both Manager Leno and everyone else were praying in the temple as Fluxinus.

The feelings of the unconverted Leno storekeepers are incomprehensible to Farkill, who has left the faith.

"You're soaking up your skeleton, aren't you? That's why I want you to send that out. Like those Idol Cos."

"Is that, as a believer,? Or as a“ traveler "?

"I'll take care of it."

I wondered what was wrong with Farkill in his included reply.

The teeth touching the teacup make a chirping noise. Honeyed tea slipped down his throat, soothing slightly upset.