It's all one flower.

"Artel waged war on Dashi against the people of the Non La Ristova Autonomous Region, but the real aim seemed to be to put the Demon Asthma Cannon into action and put it in contact with the eyes of the international community. What do you think of the ambassador and the warlord?

"I don't even know what witchcraft is..."

Was that why Artel hustled and said, "The Devil's Asthma is a weaponized magic creature?"

The stationed martial officer shook his shoulders in anger, but the ambassador stumbled over this period.

Senator Jubermen raises one hand small and reluctantly asks.

"You know the Hunan Economic Newspapers and a series of stories by every paper in our country, right?

"The Hunan economy in the country was withheld by government forces, and Nong et al were unknown to have been scratched by the Capitol in military vehicles, forcing them to make a decision about the use of demonic asthma cannons. Wasn't Your Excellency distressed by the response to the first report then?

The ambassador, for a moment, clogged, but cut right back.

"I'm sorry for your concern. Dr. Laqueus says Artel has been grasping the existence of demonic asthma cannons for a long time, but isn't that the source of that information the Listver Autonomous Region, which did not suffer an air raid by the Artel Lanista coalition?

Between the two, a sharp gaze hit like a spark scattered.

Not only Senator Jubermen, but even the stationed martial officers are breathtaking and await Senator Laqueus's reaction.

The old Senator of the Kirkurs answered with an accidental and dreary grin in his mouth.

"Unfortunately, it was on the domestic broadcast after the war that Non learned of the existence of the Devil's Asthma Cannon, and it was at an unknown voting place that he learned who he was. If you think it's a lie, you can use some magic tool to make sure it's true or false."

"... If that's all you've said, tell Dr. Lacueus. In (O), the truth, I guess you're right. But..."

"Recently, according to information received by Nong et al., it appears that those who lead with Artel are outside the Autonomous Community."

blocked the ambassador, and Senator Laqueus glanced at his eyes one by one.

The silver badge I raised from my neck (today) is a [crossing swan]. Recently, the leader of the Asakor party taught me that "it's a system of art about contracts, etc."

"Can I ask you something?

"I am a Kirkulus living hidden outside the Autonomous Community. There are those who lie about faith, sip the sweet juice of magic outside, and in the shadows despise the wizard as the“ wicked, "and connect with Artel."

The ambassador took control with his hand of the stationed martial officer sitting on his back and embarked on his knees.

"Hidden Kirkurs...... For those of you who struggle in the Autonomous Communities, let's just say you're a traitor. In your chest, I'm sorry."

"Unfortunately, only residents of the Autonomous Communities, such as the city of Zerneau, are able to find personally identifiable information, such as addresses and names, at the moment."

"Did you bring that information about the Hidden?

Stuck in the sight of a stationed martial artist, the ambassador asked.

Senator Laqueus continues by shaking his head to the side.

"I am unsure whether it is cheap or not in an air raid. To a certain extent, I thought after checking the area. We were also diving into the city council and broadcasters of the city of Zerneau. He's on Nemoralis Island, too."

"You say confirm, how...? Right now, all routes connected to the country are closed, and teachers can't get to the site, can they?

The contemptuous eye was turned, but Senator Laqueus responded with a glimpse of the ambassador.

"Noh is now working with many people for peace, crossing hedges of race, faith, magic and status."

"Hmm... what's that?

"I don't know how much you can understand about the faith of Kirkulus, but the Bible doesn't say a single line about killing all the wizards, etc. That's why we were able to coexist before half a century of civil unrest."

I don't know if the ambassador is a long-lived race to know at the time, or, as it seems, a spectacular, long-lived race to know only in times of civil unrest. It is also about the martial officer who raised the badge (today) of the [plummeting eagle (eagle)].

The two unexpectedly open their eyes and exchange their gazes.

Senator Jubermen accompanied me.

"A musician recently told me that during the time of the Lacus Lacrimalis kingdom, there was something called the Holiday of the Gods, and that medleys were played that included not only the Fraxinus gods, but also the Kirkulus psalms. Did you two know?

"They say the hymn medley of the gods' holidays"

Senator Laqueus gave the name of the song, but the two did not respond to it and returned to the conversation.

"Dr. Laqueus, can you let us know that the collaborators have found the worm in the lion without covering it up for us?

"If you don't intend to, this is how you didn't come out today. Your Eminence the Ambassador is the current regime that will continue to use demonic asthma cannons... No, what do you think of the rampage by some factions of the opposition?

The diplomat in Amitostigma sipped a cold cup of tea and exhaled a thick breath.

"In the unlikely event that damage is done to the Lacrimaris by a demonic asthma cannon out of control, the royal family will have to wake up. The royal family is pushing the end of the wind tree to keep the people away from the Tuman Forest."

The ambassador continues his words as he drinks up the rest and whisks the empty cup.

"Before that happens, in the presence of witnesses, if we do not destroy the Devil's Asthma cannon, Nemoralis will turn and destroy all Fraxinus nations to their enemies"

The silence was heavy on the four of us.