It's all one flower.

The Lyabina branch of the State Broadcasting broadcast its own programmes, not those of the headquarters occupied by the Nemus Liberation Army. For the most part, educational and language programmes that reduced time were painfully routine, with news that drew on official announcements from the interim government and information to support the victims (Risayi).

The same is true of the National Liberation Bureau, which is only so different that there is a narrowed frame song show and a strong wartime color commercial playing.

Roark was walking around the city of Lyabina listening to a small radio in his pocket. The radio was generously given to me by the president of the warehouse company.

Distribution was delayed by the lake blockade in the Kingdom of Lacrimaris, and prices seem to have gone up, but even if there were only shops open, it looked like a world apart from the city of Zerneau, which was burned down by air raids, and the capital, Cravel, under the martial law of the coup.

Take a cup of tea at the cafe and summarize what's going on in Lyabina city and what the radio is broadcasting on your notes.

I hung up late last night to record what I heard in the car from the city of Racica to the city of Ljabina, and what plans I heard at the hidden church of the president's house for star signs (servants). Lack of sleep, but I don't have time to sleep.

I hear there's been another suicide bombing in the capital.

Clear your ears as a gnaw at the voice in the back seat. Several older men speak of incidents that were not reported by newspapers and radios in the city of Lyabina.

"I don't know where the star beacons are getting mixed up."

"Like during another civil unrest, a powerless people may be hunted for suspicion of the Kirkurs."

"I hope the people of Lake Nonra are only wizards..."

"They, hey, aren't you after that?

Roark's heart froze in the voices of his uncles, who looked like the people of the lake.

... If those guys, they could do it.

"To crush the Fraxinus, we start with a powerless people that is easy to do..."

"Don't do that yourself either, you filthy... comrade, are you after me?

"In fact, you used to do it. Talk to me familiarly on purpose and make me think I'm friends around..."

"Oh, I don't even know the name, but I pretend to be my friend, and my" prey ”is suspected, and I try to isolate it."

Roark, associating himself with a more outrageous way out of their story, had goosebumps.

The powerless people cannot use magic and cannot be washed with [manicured water].

It is the households of the powerless people who have things to dry in the garden and on the veranda. If you sneak in and hang a Kirkurist holy stamped t-shirt or handkerchief in a prominent spot, you're suspected of being a Kirkurist.

The more you deny it, the more you'll be suspicious.

Especially the powerless people who were burned out and into makeshift dwellings can't get expensive magic items. With that M.O., there won't be a single one.

My uncles' conversation turns into a public discourse without a hitting barrier. Roark also wrote down what he had just heard and what the star sign (servant) might do.

In the early morning the port of Ljabina was surrounded by A thin curtain drifting over Lake Lacus blocks the morning light, and a slew of leftover miscellaneous demons cling to the shoreline.

With the patronage of the goddess there is no appearance of a miscellaneous demon on the lake, but can you safely navigate in this sight?

The president of the warehouse company slapped his shoulder like he saw through Roark's anxiety.

"I have about three kilometers of range, so I'm fine. There's no reef on the route to Decea."

"But because it's dim, there's still a cluttered demon..."

"If you go out on the lake, you'll be gone, and our high-speed ship is special, so most demons won't chase you."

Roark looked up at the moored ship.

Quite small as a freighter, but much bigger than a fishing boat. There is no curse on the hull, it just says the meteor mark and the company name of the warehouse company. Unknowledgeable Roark didn't know what was special.

"I call it a lifting composite support ship, but we don't chase demons in the water because we spray air, get the hull out of the water, and we sail at high speeds."

"An airplane...... is it like?

I don't care what you think, it just looks like a ship.

"Well, for once, it's flying, but the water's fine, and all the underwater wings are gone. Plus, it takes as much fuel as a plane, but it's only about forty knots out and it's a lot slower than a plane."

Roark decided to praise the president from a different angle because he did not know the general sailing speed of the ship, he guessed.

"But it's amazing! A flying ship! You don't get attacked by demons in the water or anything, do you?

"That's okay. I picked up the drawings from the Barbatum Federation about five years ago, built them here, and they've been running all this time, but I've never been attacked by a demon."

... How's it going during the berth?

Roark swallowed his doubts and rose Tallap with a relieved pretence. The luggage is loaded first by the sailors.

Roark is followed by the president aboard and the remaining lady at the wharf waves her hands wide. (2) The line was solved and the boarding talap was removed.

The two of them sit back in the empty seat in the steering room.

The waiting captain started the engine and the high-speed ship left the shoreline.

A ship leaving the harbor accelerates like a swan running away, fluttering and taking off water. It stopped shaking as soon as possible and the white hull tore through the thin rays drifting on the lake and pushed on.

"You don't shake at all."

"Oh, my God, you're flying. If the waves are calm, they will hardly shake."

Less than half an hour later, the sight disappeared. A gentle lake breeze rises. Morning light shines from the sunshine of the clouds, and a path stretches out over vast waters.

The high-speed ship flew the shining path faster than the Magic Ship.

Instantly overtake a group of waterfowls going under the clouds.

I don't see any [exorcisms] or other protection on board either, but nothing happened, and by the time the sky was completely clear, I had arrived on the opposite shore of Nemoralis Island… in the Dykea Republic in the Hudong region.

Brand new port facilities are very different from those of the Republic of Nemoralis. Huge gantry cranes painted red and white and green unload containers from freighters and forklifts and trucks go and go busily.

Cranes and the like were also present in the ports of Grjaj and Cravel, but the number was small, mainly because they perform cargo handling by magic, and the equipment was old-fashioned.

"Are you surprised? After the civil war, we were the first to restore our trade-related infrastructure. Our warehouse is all the way over there, but we don't have time today. I'll show you another time."

"Yes, thank you"

I looked back, but I could not see the island of Nemoralis on the far side, and thick clouds blocked heaven in the western direction.