It's all one flower.

"Don't worry. I'm not the one who wants to kill all the Kirkurs."

"What? Then how...?

"Boy, you're one of those who acted in response to me. I had no idea you were going to have such a huge influence..."

The hotel manager said Fiarlka quit the clergy and became a haulier about twenty years ago, he said.

Do they do anything other than [jump] the Fluxinus who suffer from oppression in Artel territory and let them flee to the King's capital and the western part of the island of Negna?

"Did you notice the device was made by the Empire of the Book of Japan?

"What?"

Unexpectedly flip to confirm the display.

It was engraved with the letters that Farkill saw for the first time and indeed the Book of the Day Empire in a common language.

"This is no way..."

"That's right. Me and my buddies smuggled it and sold it on the mainland of Artel. There are collaborators in the Federation of Barbatum and the Kirkulus, who also distribute apps that break government censorship and regulations."

Farkill has always believed and did not doubt that it was something that was moving only by his own will.

Revenge of Fiarlka… Are you saying that they were dancing on their hands to rid the land of the faith of Kirkulus?

Unexpectedly caught in the illusion that underfoot became a lake surface and wavering, Farkill accidentally grabbed the tablecloth. The lake-dyed cloth didn't support Farkill.

"I can't even be surprised, but, well, have a cup of tea and listen to me calmly. Vanilla tea, add it?

"... no, fine"

Farkill exhaled slowly and closed his eyes with tea in his mouth. Turn your consciousness and distract yourself from the way the tea you drink moves through your body.

When I opened my eyes where I fell into my stomach, my eyes and gaze at the poor thing in Fiarlka hit me.

"I just got a chance to know the machine."

"But..."

"I don't force people to know, I don't take the lives of people with different faiths or anything"

"But..."

"Boy, you wanted to know, didn't you? The inconvenient truth hidden by the Artel government and the Kirkulus Church"

I nod honestly to that.

I abandoned my home and family for that reason.

I don't think I would spare my life to know the truth and let many people know.

... but a large number of Artelians died in the activities of Mr. Fiarlka without knowing the real reason.

"I've never been able to serve my purpose without a drop of blood... but it was the Arthurians themselves who gave up their lives or took the lives of their neighbors. There are plenty of other options."

Surprised and uncomfortable as they read my mind, I accidentally pointed my gaze.

Fiarlka continues the conversation by diverting the gaze of the Arthurian boy.

"I don't know what the other people's purpose is, but at least I am, the life of an everlasting race… the purpose is to free the people of Lake Lacus and a half from the curse of unscrupulous teaching that cannot be done in this land, no matter how many generations it takes."

"It was passed down hundreds of years ago, and it's completely settled, but now..."

Farkill remembered the old story of the spelldoctor Septentorio.

I used to say that Kirkuls and I came along pretty well as neighbors.

Now, Amiella's grandparents were married with a compromise in their respective beliefs.

That is why a new faith has taken root among the powerless people who live in this land.

"Besides, you don't know what anyone else is up to... you mean some people want to kill their followers but get rid of Kirkulus, right?

"People who want to sue violence and get rid of it are acting very differently, aren't they? You know, the guerrillas the boys were with."

"Ah..."

"Mr. Razornik and I made several contacts to find out if we can't coordinate..."

"Missed contact... uh, where I was entering as a spy, I was found out who I was and I was injured, and the curse doctor told me to cure me..."

When I was in the stronghold of Lanterna Island, the spelldoctor Septentorio taught me.

There are not a single rock of people challenging the guerrilla battle against Artel, there are several groups of militants, and there are a large number of people who fight without belonging to any organization.

Razornik heard that the group's intelligence guerrillas are trying to end the war without direct force.

"You have a common enemy, so no wonder it's better to act in pieces."

"Yeah, well..."

To Farkill's badly toothed gavel, Fiarlka spoke clearly of the situation.

"I couldn't take it from that group of strongholds and didn't have to be certified as an enemy, but another armed group attacked me treating me like an intruder..."

"Huh?

"Oh? You weren't listening?

Silence descends on each other's surprises.

... another armed group attack...? The Nemoralists are attacking their compatriots and collaborators who want to end the war? Are you saying there are people out there who don't want you to be at peace?

Farkill drank the rest of his tea to wash away the thought that came to a terrible conclusion.

Pour the change from the teapot and the same hot air will rise as if it were brewed.

Fiarlka and I gazed at the vanishing tip of the hot air and resumed the conversation.

"I guess it's because I didn't think Boya would go this deep. … the group of guards is still moderate and common sense."

"Really?

"From what I've heard, yeah. I don't know what the current policy is, because Artel's military counterattack would have reduced the numbers and people would have been replaced."

Farkill remembered the last two days he spent at the base and his stomach grew tight and heavy. Explain the situation with nausea.

"Now... maybe the next person has been replenished, but it's less than ten."

"Really? I heard a couple of days ago that a curse doctor, a funeral parlor, and a craftsman came out and added five powerful people and eighteen powerless people."

Farkill was bitter, and when he stood up, he gazed at the disappearing hot air.

How many of the twenty or more guerrillas the old lady Silva brought in will survive.

... Is Mr. Razornik still in and out of that base?

"It's important, I'll say it again. Boya realized the contradictions in the Kirkulus community and took action because she felt painful to be there, wanting to know the truth.... of your own free will"

... even though they were rolling over the palms of Mr. Fiarlka?

The haulier of the people of the lake tells them to see through Farkill's heart.

"We just prepared a window to peek out and a door to the exit for people like the boys. It's up to him to actually open that window and look out, or to open the door and leave."

"Are you saying that you look outside and don't know what happened after you left?

... your will... say you're self-responsible and you're just evading your responsibilities.

Driven by another question and anger, I somehow enjoyed wanting to yell.

Farkill himself came out ready to give up his life, good, but that's how the others might be stirred up and regret their lives after escaping Artel territory.

My eyes pointy looking at the green eyes.