It's all one flower.

"I've kept this from the manager"

Sarotka, a needle apprentice, opened a thick scripture of Kirkulusism.

Senator Laqueus sets aside the cup he nearly drank and embarks on himself.

"Well, I don't know what to say... Well, the star sign people say that magic is definitely not possible because it's evil, but the Star Road (because of it) artisan scriptures have magic on them."

"Huh?

Not only Amiella and Congressman Laqueus, but Farkill also raised his voice of surprise.

Intelligence agent Razornik turns on the tablet terminal, places it in the center of the work desk and points it at Amiela. The screen showed pictures of a fine church that I had never seen before.

"This, the Cathedral of the Republic of Banksia"

"This is..."

Amiela saw Lazornik by pressing her expression to death, though she had a complex thought of the first Kirkulus General Main Mountain beauty she had ever seen.

"Screen, look closely"

Some of the photos were enlarged as the intelligence agent stroked the screen to pick and play. It gets bigger every time I repeat it. When I stopped my hand, I could clearly see even the wrinkles on my face engraved on the stone statues of the great priests.

Now stroke the screen with one finger. The viewpoint moved and the stone statue collar was displayed.

"The decoration of this garment is it"

"I have the same thing in my white coat"

"What?"

The spelldoctor Septentorio circled the desk and stood beside Amiela, picking the hem of the white coat and lifting it to the desk. Follow the embroidery of the white coat with your fingers and the scriptures with your fingers.

"It will be difficult to understand with white thread on white ground, but it is a curse that spills the spell and magic of [exorcism]"

"... ahh!

Sure, same. Amiella's memory connects.

"This mark was also found on Mr. Awellana's coat and Mr. Cruillo's cape"

"This is a [knitting reed cut] school curse."

"It's a school of craftsmen who make clothes, spells, magic tools."

Nodding at Razornik's explanation.

"The Chloenier manager's... right? With that said, there was this in the men's vest that helped them sew."

... but how could it be in the Bible? In the cathedral?

Razornik smiles bitterly as he sees through Amiela's confusion.

"Why do you think? Originally, didn't Saint Kirkulus Lacteus just say that [Skylark of the Abyss (Hibari)] schools and awesome destructive magic should no longer be used?

"Leaving aside the [Skylark of the Abyss] school that manufactures magical creatures, it could be a return to the demons of the Three Kingdoms, and they've developed a tremendous amount of destructive magic to counter the demons of the Three Kingdoms, so I know how you feel"

Razornik turns on the terminal while the spelldoctor Septentorio supplements it. On the screen directed, a map was displayed.

Touch the screen to enlarge the Alton Gaza continent.

"It's an unnaturally big hole, a magically blown mark."

"Huh?

I'm just surprised today.

When I saw the map at school, I wondered why it was such a beautiful round terrain, but none of the teachers told me.

"It's a curse now, and it takes a lot of magic, so nobody can use it, though."

"The countries of the Magical Civilization Zone have also set severe constraints on the manufacture of magical creatures to prevent the re-emergence of the demons of the Three Kingdoms. Before I was born, the last one who completed the [Skylark of the Abyss (Hibari)] school died, and now there's no one to use it."

Amiella bit the wizards' description and saw the scriptures of manager Kufshenka. The manager's brother, Senator Lacueus, also puts a hard gaze on the scriptures.

... If so indeed, what is it that the measures of the wizard kingdom and the commandments of the saints are the same...?

Amiella had intended to abandon the faith of Kirkulusism, but to her dismay when she was told again, she no longer knew how she felt.

"Words of prayer are common language translations of [exorcism] and self-defense spells."

... I heard that when I built the flag on the bridge, but I can't believe it's still on there in powerful words.

"It is unclear when, from which part of the world, we have come to be lay low by the general faithful. If we make this known, I wonder if the difference in faith will no longer be the cause of the dispute..."

Furkill shook his neck to the side, as the spelldoctor Septentorio put it modestly.

"Unless the Cathedral officially announces... No, you know, if the Fluxinus say that, I mean oil in the fire... I wonder if it would be unnecessarily violent to try to shut up people who say things that are inconvenient like star marks..."

"Yes... right? People who get healed in civil hospitals can be killed, but if I tell them there's magic in the Bible, people with the same thing could be killed..."

Amiela leaned down holding her own shoulder.

The scriptures for the general faithful are much thinner than this. At least, that was the case in the Listver Autonomous Region.

"Faith is first and foremost the elimination of common enemies."

"A common enemy......?

In the voice of the old senator, Amiela raised her face.

"Dear Left, The other day, I compared the claims of each force, etc., but only the Nemoralis government tolerates demonic asthma cannons... only a handful of senators and some members of the military in the current administration."

"Can you call on Artel to fight with a anti-demonic asthma cannon?

Farkill said the same question as Amiela.

Senator Laqueus shakes his head with sad eyes and looks at the boy and the intelligence agent.

"Nor do I expect that much. It's just that not all Nemoralists affirm the Devil's Asthma Cannon... No, the fact that just a handful of people were secretly developing and using it to deceive the eyes of the public must continue to be disseminated domestically and internationally"

"But will the Arthurians believe me?

Amiella shared her concerns with the brother of manager Kufshenka. If the wizards are isolated on the island of Lanterna, they may believe it, but it will be difficult for the Kirkuls on the mainland. If you're in the opposite position, you can't even believe Amiela.

An old senator I've met a few times in a tailor makes me nod to Amiela in a delicate position who says she's the grandson of my sister's best friend.

"Artel and not a single rock. Musicians' peace group" The Light of Tranquillity "has issued a protest statement"

Amiella recalled hearing news of the radio at the base of the guerrilla on the island of Lanterna, in the territory of Artel.

"I saw on the internet news that the general public was caught demonstrating against the war near Ignikans' air base."

Farkill said, his junior Sarotka nodded as well.

"I, I don't know about Artel, but the people of the Autonomous Communities, they're all kinds of things. I'm scared of the star markers, and they're all silent, but the magic of helping people heal injuries and protect them from demons doesn't seem to be evil, and people think it's okay."

"That's why Dr. Lacueus worked for the city of Zerneau to make a life-saving agreement."

Spelldoctor Septentorio said, the old senator nodded deeply, but the needle junior dropped his gaze on the scriptures with a complicated face.

"I, I came here and found out that there were a lot of people who wanted to end the war"

Amiella looked around at the six people in the room.

Kirkulus, born and raised in the Ristover Autonomous Region, but found himself a powerful people, an elected councillor of the Autonomous Region who knows half a century before the civil unrest, Sarotka, a girl born and raised in the Autonomous Region, Septentorio, a long-lived race and wizard spelldoctor of the people of the lake, Farkil, a boy of the powerless people of the land of the Lacrimaris, Razornik, a wizard of the people of the land who flies around as an intelligence agent...

With that said, Amiela realized that Lazolnik did not know which country he was from.

"Faith, nationality, race... There are more different parts of it, and it's small for each of us to be able to do it, but if we all join forces, we can achieve it..."

Everyone agreed with Amiella's words for a different accent.

Razornik says forcefully.

"I guess you can, not do it."

Even if it's still far away now, if you keep moving forward one step at a time without giving up, you'll be closer to peace.

Amiella saw the same light that dwelt in the eyes of her companions in different colors and was convinced that it could always be achieved.