It's all one flower.

"The two generals and I, even the clan, are divided."

The voice of the Sheratan Lord echoed the cave of Sturasi with overlapping water sounds on multiple (no) scales. Septentorio waits for the word by caging a thorough criticism in the eyes of the same colour as the Lord.

"Theocratic restoration and the maintenance of republican rule, tolerate or not demonic asthma cannons, of Artel… can we allow the Kirkurs to do what they do… some, like me, just want peace"

The present Lord is also a long-lived race, but less than half the youth of Gen. Unuk Elhaia and General Al Jadi, he is also more than a hundred years apart from the Septentorio.

The [Sacrifice of Sacrifice (Moz)] school technique she repaired has many things to assist other surgeons, and even with mighty magic, she can't do it alone.

… have you sought refuge in the Fraxinus Church in order to hide yourself from both armies who want the power of the Lord?

If she's on her side, winning or losing will be determined with the next hand.

If it's a theocracy or a democracy, it seems like you could use one of them to help settle the civil conflict and slap Artel in the breath. Of course (of course), that would have caused a lot of blood, but it would have cost a lot less than half a century of civil unrest.

"I've never known in the Lacus Nenia family that opinions are so broken, etc."

Septentorio was surprised by the thorns that grew in his voice, but he couldn't help but say.

"Isn't my clan thin in blood and treated like others when it comes to the end of a division? What now..."

"No. I thought you were someone else…"

"So why didn't you help my clan?"

Strong narratives crimped and echoed the water noise, and the young master lay his eyes down.

"During half a century of civil unrest, Nishijima was exposed to air raids by Kirkurs... General Unuk Elhaia, General Al Jadi, and you!... nobody... didn't nobody protect me"

At the time of the civil unrest, Lord Sheratan, less than three hundred years old, had just become the head of the Lacus Nenia family.

More than a hundred years after the republican transition, the ever-living race...... among other things, the hearts of the people of the land were away from the Lacus Negna family. There were many relatives who held themselves near the center of power, but they kept the words of the former Lord and firmly refrained from exercising more power than their authority.

At the earliest, it was not regarded (all) as an authority, except from long-lived races who knew their days as co-rulers with the Lacrimaris royal family and followers of the goddess of the lake.

I know then and now, where I blamed her, I had no choice.

"Even from the warcraft unleashed by the powerful land people! Even from the guns and poison gas of the powerless people!... you didn't help me."

At the time, Septentorio, as a spelldoctor, lived in Kulbunica, a medical industrial city on the island of Negna. When he jumped to the western islands of the Funalis archipelago in the news, the temple was contaminated with poison gas and could not even get close.

Connecting the fragmented stories of face-to-face acquaintances, those who lagged behind fleeing the massive air raids of the Kirkurs were burned.

After the fire subsided, it seems that the Kirkurs and the powerful land people, the people of the lake and the powerless people of the Fraxinus, split into sects and desired political differences to wage ground warfare.

The feud over the [sorcerer's tears] of the burned people also intensified. Whoever is ashed in an air raid, eaten by a warcraft summoned in surgery, etc., will not even be left with a body.

Up to that point, it was a common sight at the time.

There are too many enemies in the body of the Septentorio to know where and by whom and how they were killed. Everything but "a wizard who wants a divine government in a lake people who believe in goddesses" made the Lacus Nenia family and its divisions enemies, and his clan, the terminal divisions, was no exception.

Neither the fact that the predecessors ceded the seat of power to the people, nor the will and position of the Lacus Negna family, were irrelevant to those who wished to restore their theocracy or to those who wanted to maintain republican rule.

Who draws the blood of Panisea Uni Flora, goddess of the lake.

Only by one point did it become a target of hatred and worship.

After the air raid, a large number of residents had fled the flames to the Temple of Panisea Uni Flora in West Island. That's where they say the poison gas weapon was used.

Priests and guards were able to protect believers from flames and guns, but they lost their lives without the skill of doing their first weapon before them. It took days to decontaminate the enemy's eyes, and when he finally stepped in, nearly half of the body of the Septentorio was out in the temple.

"The generals and you... have stronger magic than anyone in my clan with thin goddess blood..."

The sights of that day come back to life in various ways, and droplets convey the cheeks of the septentorio.

Tears that I thought had dried up a long time ago became one with the water beneath my feet. I looked at the little water buildup like every other HR (one) and wondered about the unstoppable tears.

"You have all the power, the power to fight, the strength of the magic... but you didn't help me."

I couldn't stop crying or saying.

Young lady, the princess says nothing.

"I'm the only one who survived... my family line is over."

Grab your fist and keep bowing.

"I'm... incomparable with you in the main house and the generals in the family who are so much more goddess than we are... weak."

I couldn't stop crying, but Septentorio didn't know why I was going to cry now. Though I am grieving, my voice does not tremble, but is as quiet as other personnel.

I can't even think of wiping the overflowing tears, and I raise my face as I drop drops like a bluebird, telling it in a voice without emotion.

"I will not give to any of you."

The Sheratan Lord took a small breath and gazed at the septentorio as he asked.

Grasp the badge (today) of the [Blue One-Winged] spelldoctor's certificate for healing wounds, and exhale one loud and answer.

"... just helping people within my personal reach"

I'm not talking about it in front of the goddess.

Inside, I mocked myself and leaned down, but the tears that cut the weir overflowed without stopping.

When I raised my face, the drops that conveyed my jaw wet my chest. The Lord drips away from the gaze of the septentorio.

"That day...... I threw away Lacus Nainia's family name. Just like before, leave me alone."

Turn your back to the Lord, who lay down his face, and walk away.

I felt like I heard a word of apology in the whimpering mix, but it faded away to the water noise.