It's all one flower.

Guided by intelligence agent Razornik was a private house with a large vestibule.

The summer capital of Amitostigma is a kind of hilly city, and this is the heart of it. A secluded residential neighborhood can be seen in the same white neighborhood, but separately from the shopping district.

"This is the average person who's cooperating in our activities. He's renting me a room and feeding me dinner."

"The general public is more..."

The spelldoctor Septentorio couldn't continue his words with surprise and gratitude as to whether he would do that to a stranger foreigner.

"A people of the lake, a little rich. It's a trade job, so if we make peace soon, this guy will help us, and we'll have each other."

"Really?"

Sarotka nodded when she saw a well-maintained garden.

"There are a lot of other collaborators in Amitostigma, and they all help us with what we can do."

"Well, we've got to do a lot of work, what we can do"

Furkill caged his power in his hand with a tablet device.

"Hello -"

"I've been waiting for you. The Lord is away, but we are counting on Dr. Lacueus to take over."

When Razornik spoke at the front door, an elderly man emerged who looked like a servant. The four people who had been notified of the visit are put through in the back.

"Was Senator Laqueus hidden here the whole time?

"Hmm... I hear he's been hidden on Nemoralis Island for a while. Do you care?

The spelldoctor Septentorio was stuck in his reply when Razornik asked him back.

It is surprising in itself that Senator Laqueus, who resides in the Autonomous Community of Listwer and professes himself to be a Kirkulus, has taken refuge in a country near both wheels of magical civilization.

Has the Lord of this House protected him on the understanding that he is a Kirkulus?

As he hesitated to speak of it in front of his servant, Lazolnik flushed the question.

"There are other Asakor leaders from both axes, Nemoralis Construction Union, Lyabina Civic Orchestra, and Artel Idol."

"Moment, star, girl," right?

Razornik turned the boy over his shoulder and said as Farkil looked complicated.

Now it's a bouquet of peace.

A servant knocks and tells a visitor. He immediately responded and was recruited.

A desk and chair for work are lined up in a bright white room, with ten men and women sorting paper bundles. Except for Senator Laqueus, he's just a face he doesn't know at all.

"Hello"

"I'm the one who delivered the letter to Dr. Lacueus and Mr. Amiela, and the one who's the tallying clerk."

When Razornik introduced him clutterfully, people stopped their hands and hung the words of labor (onions) on their mouths.

"Hmm. Now, I'm going to take a few seats off, thank you very much."

An old man called out and came out in the hallway.

Farkill unloads the package and takes out the [infinite bag]. Septentorio also remembered, unloading the bag he had left behind.

"This is the results of the Glom City survey"

This is for Plame City.

I couldn't put it in the [infinite bag] because of the low number, but it's slightly heavy to hold by hand. The spelldoctor Septentorio rubbed his shoulder free from his luggage. The man in the front seat retrieves the bundle of paper.

"Long time no see. I didn't expect the curse doctor to deliver my sister's letter. Thank you."

"I was surprised, too, because I didn't think I could be invited into the Autonomous Community"

As we speak, we follow Senator Laqueus.

"Invited in...? What do you mean?

"After I went to see what was going on in the city of Zerneau, I went into the Kublum Mountains from the Zorrata district and was trying to get out of the city of Noge."

"On foot?

"You can't go anywhere you don't know. After half a century of civil unrest, we didn't go to the Lacrimalis territory today, so things will be completely different."

"Hmm... so why did you go down to the Autonomous Community?

Senator Laqueus is an old man not so different from the tailor's manager, but he walks down the pure white corridor without a cane and with a firm foothold.

"I met firewood collectors on Kublum Street and they asked me to heal the injured."

"Oh my...! Did you take it on?"

"Yep. What happened after the fire, in exchange for information and ancient newspapers"

"So to the Autonomous Community..."

Instead of blaming the people of the lake for invading the Autonomous Community, Senator Laqueus saw gratitude in his eyes.

"No, I had the injured brought to the streets, but by the time I finished healing due to the large number of people, the sun had gone down. So, the manager of the tailor wants you to stay…"

"I don't know what to say... I can't thank you enough"

I stopped and urged the old senator, who bowed his head deeply, and when I asked him where he was headed, he said it was the room he was letting me use for sewing.

Before long, the old senator was stopping and knocking in front of a wooden door.

"Mr. Amiella, do you have a minute?

"Yes, go ahead"

Opened from the inside, Amiella came out and circled her eyes.

"The Curse Doctor! And Mr. Farkill...!

"Oh, you knew him?

"... uh, I was with you for a while before you got here... Mr. Farkill, didn't you get to meet your relatives?

The boy did not deny or affirm, he said clearly.

"I decided to work to make peace."

Amiella the needle was staring into the boy's eyes for a few breaths, but she nodded and let five people into the room. I'm sorry for the mess, and I hurry to pull the cloth and moulded paper spread over the desk to the edge.

I lowered my hips and a servant showed up with tea and left quietly.

Spelldoctor Septentorio repeated the incident earlier and told the manager of the tailor that he had heard more about the situation in the Autonomous Region of Listver and entrusted him with a letter.

Amiella didn't put her hands on the tea, she nodded and listened again and again, moisturizing her eyes.

"Good... Mr. Store Manager, how are you? I read your letter, but it was nice to hear from you. Thank you."

"I just took it upon myself to become... sorry for the delay in introducing you. This is Mr. Amiela's successor."

The needle apprentice girl stretched her spine and named herself when the spelldoctor Septentorio indicated her neighbor Sarotka with his palm.

"I say Sarotka. I've just recently been hired to become an apprentice, and it's still that one at all..."

"Because I was too at first...... but how did you get out of the Autonomous Community?

Did the tailor's manager not write in the letter or do you want to be sure from his or her mouth? Amiella, a needle I haven't seen in a long time, puts a straight gaze on her junior year.

Sarotka alternated between the curse doctor and the seniors and took the tailor's scripture out of his luggage.