It's all one flower.

When I finally finished handing it out and Farkill returned to the North Temple in Grom City, the sun was falling abundantly. The chairs and desks the clerics put me out in the garden have been cleaned up, and there is no figure of man or [light].

When I looked at the tablet terminal, there was an incoming call.

Attached is a guide diagram of the temple, from Fiarluca, waiting in a conversation room for priests. About thirty minutes ago, but I had no idea.

"Sorry I'm late"

"It's okay. Good luck."

In addition to the haulier Fiarluca and the spelldoctor Septentorio and the three people of the cleric's lake, the girl of the earlier land people also works to bind the answer form with a clip. The top of the desk was rough.

"How'd it go?

"I was turned down a few houses, but I could distribute them all. I was introduced to a store that would help me if I put it in the cafeteria or something... I'll send you a list of distribution destinations later."

"Thanks."

Fiarlka said as she packed a bunch of paper into a cardboard box beside her.

Finish packing in your shopping cart, thank the cleric and head to the inn.

Fiarlka was the only haulier and carried four of her large luggage [jumping] at a time, including herself. Farkill didn't care at all, but the square near the temple and a small park near the inn were [leap] permit points.

Hurry up to the inn gates to the crowded night lanes.

The sound of the wheels of the shopping cart running cobblestones sounded crisp.

"Here...... what is it?

The spelldoctor Septentorio breathed.

The girl of the land people is speechless and sees a huge hotel beyond the splendid garden.

"Oh, you know what?

"This is certainly the Sikurus family..."

"It's a hotel now."

Without letting the former military doctor Septentorio tell everyone, the former clergyman Fiarluca spoke to the gatekeeper from the passage and just went inside.

The hotel man's uniform is more splendid than any of these four. The girl of the land people is getting smaller and following. I guess I was overwhelmed by the hotel that used the aristocratic hall out of place and I was overwhelmed by myself. Farkill agreed.

"Please, enjoy your meal"

The attendant left Kyou.

Dinner is ready in the private room shown. If there's anything I can do for you, they'll ring the tabletop bell.

The spelldoctor Septentorio looks around in a room with no windows.

I've never seen Farkill in this room before. All the fuzzy carpets that fold spells and curses, tapestries depicting a scene of mythology, tables and chairs and other conditioning items are no less luxurious than the mansion of the head of the Dossici City Commercial Union.

"Cook in the corner, eat before it gets cold"

Carrier Fiarlka takes a seat with a cart loaded with cardboard by the door. Farkill also sat with his stuff next to him. The curse doctor and the girl reluctantly lowered their hips across from the two.

The gaze of the three people I originally knew meets.

Drawing the will of both of them, the spelldoctor Septentorio opened his mouth.

"This is Sarotka, a Sewing Artisan Apprentice from the Autonomous Region of Listver"

Blood drew from the face of the girl of the land people, shaking her pale lips and gazing at the curse doctor of the people of the lake.

The haulier of the people of the lake makes them smile in a light tone.

"My house is on the island of Lanterna in Artel territory, and I know Kirkurs, so don't worry about it."

"I also traveled with needles from the Autonomous Region and the survivors of the Star Way Prostitute Army, and I don't give a shit."

Sarotka had an eye for the three of us to see something incredible.

I wondered why the spelldoctor Septentorio was with the girl of the Autonomous Communities, but first calm her down who sees the three with frightened eyes.

"I'm Fiarlka. Before this war began, I was a haulier who fled the powerful people born in Artel territory to foreign countries. Now... I'm carrying a lot of things."

Sarotka's eyes wander between the curse doctor and the hauler.

"Mr. Fiarlka and you, Mr. Farkil, are involved in activities to restore peace without the use of force."

"Without the use of force...? It's war, but can we make peace by fighting and not destroying our enemies?

"War between humans is not a wacko that will not end until we destroy all the humans of our enemies."

Sarotka leaned down haphazardly on the words of the haulier Fiarlka.

"There are two reasons why the war is over. One is that one of them won't be able to continue the fight. National power is exhausted, it makes it harder to procure resources and force, governments make end-of-combat decisions due to arbitration or pressure from countries other than the parties to a conflict or international organizations, public opinion is full of hate (meddling)... erm, people become a majority who say they don't want to fight... well, all kinds of things"

Fiarlka received the spelldoctor's gaze and changed his difficult words.

Continue talking when you see the girl of the Autonomous Communities snort small.

"Theoretically, the annihilation of the enemy is also“ non-combatant "and the war is over, but it's not realistic. Half a century of civil unrest would have ended when the country was divided."

"Right..."

"The other is that there will be an adjustment of the interest at the source of the dispute. At least, I think Artel's purpose is to save the people of the Autonomous Communities, which he said in his declaration of war... and to destroy another demonic asthma cannon, which he said many times later."

"On the Nemoralis side, originally, we had no reason to fight Artel, but if we can't recover the cost of reconstruction and war money from the air raid damage, condolences to the survivors, we won't be able to settle our national sentiments,"

Listening still to the words of the two people of the lake, the Kirkulus girl raised her face.