It's all one flower.

Responses to the questionnaire continue to gather.

Senators Laqueus and others distribute in refugee camps and various locations in Amitostigma, saying that they distribute the same objects among themselves in the territory of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis. Many of the forms spelled out words complaining about their plight cut to the back.

Renting a room in a supporter's house, the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association's aspirations and the "instant (again) star daughter (ko)" again “bouquet of peace” girls were busily killed by the task of sorting by respondent's attributes.

Some of the Lacrimaris distribution was rushed and Fiarluca apparently had it copied by the cooperating companies, but the others ordered from the printing house and arranged for it to be in as many hands as possible.

... I have limited support, but they won't even ask me, because I feel abandoned and my heart gets rough.

I am aware that it is impossible to investigate all refugees.

The important thing is for people to realize that they are not abandoned.

No matter how much life in refugee camps improves, it remains a temporary residence. Until the day when the conflict was resolved and the return home was fulfilled, hope had to be maintained.

Equipment for aggregation is being prepared in separate rooms. They can do pretty complicated things, but they're a hard substitute for the Nemoralists' will to manipulate and not handle. Arrangements for the skilled are made by the former cleric haulier Fiarlka.

Everyone looked up at the sound of a knock.

Without waiting for a reply, intelligence agent Razornik turns up.

"Dr. Raqueus, the leader of the Asacol party is back. Over there......"

"Okay. Guys, I asked for the rest."

When Senator Laqueus put down the bundle of paper and turned around in front of the door, the girls replied yep with their voices together. Then the face of the Construction Association smiled and dropped them off.

"What about the survey?

"I haven't gotten a handle on the content yet, but the response rate is high. I don't know how much we're gonna get together eventually, but it's going to be 70% or 80% in our current response."

"Not so..."

Razornik makes his eyes cloaked with dewgrass. I was anxious about the intelligence response and asked what bothered me, but I would talk in my room, and I didn't answer.

Councilman Laqueus had no choice but to hurry down the hallway with his old feet.

In the separate room, in addition to the leader of the Assacol party, there was a piano player Sneg, haulier Fiarlka, MP Jubermen of Amitostigma and one strange man.

The people of the land, with their backs clearly in, divided their dark hair into seventy-three parts, a look that they said "company employees" to see. When I was old, was I in my mid-forties? I stood up with a loving laugh in the back of my glasses.

"Dr. Lacueus, it's the first time I see you. My name is Cilentium from the Hunan Economic Newspaper and International Department."

"As you already know, let me skip introducing myself to Non. Why are you here, the newspaper reporter?

I heard it in anticipation of the fact that I was about to be smiled at by his designation.

… a reporter but silent (Cilentium).

"I called you. To exchange information."

Thick large envelopes are loaded in front of the haulier Fiarluca. When the three arrived at their seats, the leader of the Assacol party once again marked the beginning of the meeting.

Fiarlka takes a seat with an envelope and gives it one at a time to Congressman Laqueus and Reporter Cilentium.

... different thickness.

To the two people who realized the contents were different, the haulier returned to his seat with a meaningful grin.

"To Dr. Laqueus, the material your sister compiled, to Cilentium reporters, is the situation in the capital as summarized by the announcer of the Nemoralis National Broadcasting."

The reporter unwraps the string and opens the envelope.

Fiarluca said with her hands on the envelope left in her hand.

"The teacher's is the original, but let me take a copy. The reporter's is a copy, and the original is here."

"Put this on paper..."

Ask the haulier as the reporter runs his eyes on the report. Senator Laqueus lifted his eyes from the handwriting of his sister, whom he had not seen in a long time, and peered at the reporters and the others.

I don't know when I got this envelope. The other faces are calmly awaiting the reaction of Senator Lacueus and the Cilentium reporter.

... Do you know what's in it?

When I laid eyes on the envelope that had been torn through the seal, Fiarluca noticed what she was trying to do.

"It's addressed to the teacher, but he also wants the leader of the Asacol party to read it, so I took a copy first. I'm afraid with ex-post consent."

Even at the hands of my sister, it was permitted to entrust this to the curse doctor and needle Sarotka of the Central Civic Hospital of the municipality of Zerneau, said Septentorio, to send it out of the Autonomous Community, so that it may be shared with the leaders of the Assacol party and those who work together, because it is information that contributes to peace in the area around Lake Lacus and the safety of the Kirkurs living in the Autonomous Community.

I got hooked up with a stranger named Sarotka, not Amiela, but now I don't have time to do anything personal.

"What happened to the two of you who got hurt?

"I'm taking a break in Wang Du. I will bring you here with the tally clerk at a later date, so please tell me more about it then."

"Hmm. Right. Later then......"

My sister, Kufushenka, had prepared a table of contents for me on the second.

List of star markers (servants) in the Listver Autonomous Region, connections with the Republic of Artel and the Republic of Lanista, factions within the Autonomous Region.

The fact that some leading players own tablet devices. Details of the purpose and operation of the raid on the city of Zerneau using the Star Road Prostitute Army. Truth about the Great Fire that struck the Autonomous Community. The new faction within the autonomous community formed after the raid on the senator's quarters. They detail any items, such as connections to Kirkurs living outside the Autonomous Communities.

When I had to turn a thick bunch of paper, I saw something with my hands on the roster I had kept in my office.

Now that the far-right forces of the people of the lake have had a coup, how will there be Kirkuls inside and outside the Autonomous Region? Senator Laqueus could only have had a bad prediction.

Looking next door, the Cilentium reporter was running his eyes to greed. An irrepressible joy floats on my cheeks. Sounds like a pretty special dane.

"If circumstances permit, we may be brought here later, an announcer who wrote it"

A reporter lifted his eyes out of the report to the haulier's words.

"This can be articulated, right?

"Of course. If you can drink the terms, you can post the full text online."

When the leader of the Asacor party told Eagle Yang, the reporter stuck with the terms.

Fiarlka, the haulier, answers that.

"Information on trends in each force that your company has grasped. It's not all listed for paper width convenience, is it? Right after the war, until the latest."

"Take it back and let me talk to you upstairs"

The expression disappeared from the face of a Cilentium reporter.

Fireluca stabs a nail in a reporter returning a bunch of paper to an envelope.

"You know what happens when you announce on the fly, don't you? Oh, and reward the life-threatening information-gathering announcer within common sense."

The reporter turned around with a hard look and nodded silently and left.