It's all one flower.

"Let's go see how I'm doing today"

As my father turned to the door, Amana grabbed Cruello's sleeve. Put your hips down on the bed and hold your sister.

"It's okay. Because Mr. Dojevik is with me, and I'm leaving a message with Amana. What?"

Amana rushed through Cruillo's hand to her father. My father strokes my daughter's head with a troubled face and tells her.

"He said on the radio that officers and government soldiers were protecting him around here, so it's okay."

"But..."

"See what's going on in the city, soon... right, I'll be back in an hour or so, so leave me a message with your brother"

My father gently released his little hand grabbing the hem of his jacket and declared it forcefully.

"Be sure, I'll be back"

My father's right hand and left foot are tied one [shock-resistant] [protective ribbon] at a time, and my pockets are packed with [magical crystals] that Kruillo replenishes with magic.

Dojevik, the grocery store's son, whose wounds were completely healed, scratched his redhead and waited, but bowed his hips slightly and told the elementary school girl.

"The pharmacist taught me the art of [Invisible Shield], so I'll protect your father."

Amana looked up silently at the youth of a long-lived race.

Even if you don't think you can rely on him for being involved in a suicide bomber and seriously injured, if you're silent, it's an adult response, but it's the same thing that puts my fathers in trouble.

"Amana......"

"My lady, even my aunt has been out there many times, but she was fine. You don't have to worry about that. Tell me the song here."

My aunt at the grocery store invited me to look out for the up-and-coming cruello. Amana's eyes, turning around, seemed like she was going to cry, but she stuck to Cruillo, reluctantly nodding.

The grocery store aunt laughed bitterly at him, but didn't say anything.

"Well, I'll be back in an hour or so..."

"If the store is open, I'll get you something."

"Be careful."

As they left, the bedroom in the basement suddenly quieted down.

Until just now, Elantis, who was crying that her legs hurt, her aunt laid me to sleep in [lullaby]. A sigh of breath, Pinatifida thinks about spreading her notebook to the table to continue the lyrics.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana is away with Leno to treat the butcher's daughter and his wife.

Cruillo stood up with Amana's shoulder pounded.

"Let's keep thinking together"

When they sat down, my aunt brewed me vanilla tea. The table is spread with notes and notes from the draft lyrics for "All One Flower," and paper that transcribes the lyrics for "Let's Sing Together", a national health gymnastics alternate.

"I don't know about this one, but we know about gymnastics, too. After you go, I'll spread the word to everyone in the city."

When her aunt resumed writing the lyrics, Amana nodded softly as to whether she was feeling a little better.

Pinatifida turns her eyes back on her notebook in relief. Cruillo also took a fragmented note of the lyrics.

It was the awkward letters of Boy Soldier Morph that I wrote and erased many times and left on the wrecked paper. When I stared at the erase marks full of typos, I could read them as it said, "I don't need it."

Looking at another note, even the neat letter of the pharmacist (dull) Awellana says, "'If this wish comes true, I won't spare my life' A sad determination I won't forget".

... risking my life... throwing it away but dreams and wishes I want to fulfill... even though I'm looking for peace.

The next note I took was probably by a man's hand. It's not Leno's handwriting, nor Captain Solgnac's masterpiece or Medvege's powerful letter. It would be Roark or Farkill.

The flames that burned down the city. I won't repeat it again.

I dream of a day when that wish to atone for sins with this life will come true.

The tears are gone, at least to a friend who prays in peace.

... "this” life? You mean your own life? I wrote this, is it you, Roark?

Are you sick of participating in the Aquillo Base Raid operation and killing Artel soldiers?

I give my thoughts to the wishes caged in the notes of those who are not here. At what point was the wish to fulfill until you gave up your life?

I felt scared, like I wanted to see everyone and make sure, and Cruillo gently put down a note.

... Guys, how are you?

When the pharmacist (dull) Awellana jumped to the King's Capital, he was unexpectedly reunited with the funeral home Agoni to find out the safety of the Star Way Yoshi Army.

... If the captains were with us all the way to the company house, when would it have been time to leave the capital?

Even though I know it's something I can't help thinking about, I can't stop my thoughts from being pulled that way.

Captain Solgnac was much more familiar with the military than the Kruillos, and he never misjudged us while we were together, leading us all to safety. In addition, more than half led an almost amateur unit of powerless people to break into and destroy Artel's air base.

If they find out that the air raids have stopped because of them, they dream that the Nemoralis government forces will recruit them into the regular army, etc.

... Well, it's best not to fight, but the war is over.

If you really have to fight, you can rely a lot more than a young peace-breaking soldier or a Nemus Liberation Army that doesn't care about the people. But they are eliminated on the grounds that they are Kirkurs.

... the same, even though they are Nemoralis nationals.

Cruillo sidelines "Let's All Sing" lyrics. I thought of it and grabbed a pen, ran and wrote it on a new note paper and placed it beside my notebook.

Pinatifida took it in her hand, staring and nodding to bite it off carefully. Amana peeks from the side and sings in a whisper.

"Let go of the weapon and walk..."

The grocery store aunt laughed drenchingly.

"I wish everyone would."

"That's it, isn't it? Great people, I wonder what you think."

"Weapon... I wish I didn't have a demon asthma cannon"

As gnawed at Amana's whining, Cruillo looked at her sister. He holds the deaf ear and stares at the lyrics he's about to write.

"Brother, did you forget? You showed it to me with that one from Brother Farkill, and the captain said it, right?

"I remember. Artel declared war to help the people of the Autonomous Region on the pretext that he pulled the Demon Asthma Cannon into action and said," They use magic creatures as weapons... "

"Huh? Were you?" The complexion of the grocery store's aunt changes. "What kind of magic creature is a demon asthma cannon... the U.N. inspection was written in a newspaper called Shilo, but was that a lie?

"This is what I heard when I was evacuating to Lacrimaris..."

That's how Cruillo prefaced himself, explaining the video of the accusations made by Senators Lacueus and others and the official announcements made by both Artel and Lacrimaris governments.

"Did you fool us?

I can't help but be angry at my aunt after hearing it.

"I don't know what you were saying in the domestic news... so I don't know if you were deliberately giving out lies or simply hiding unfavourable information..."

Scared by his aunt's sword screen, Amana leaned over to Cruillo.

"Oh, I'm not a wacko mad at your daughter."

"I think it's natural to be angry with great people"

As Pinatifida glanced at the universe and said, her aunt nodded.

"And yet, hey? The people who joined the PLA, did they spot that the great man was lying, or did they purchase information in a foreign country and notice the real story? I don't know what to believe."

"It's... I don't know either..."

When Cruillo shook Amana's hand and said, the other three also dropped their shoulders.

Pinatifida says in a hard voice.

"You have to protect yourself."

... I protected you, and you're this zama.

It is impossible to avoid contact by seeing (all of them) everything as enemies except yourself and those you know are within reach of trust.

Some of those who have the power to fight have the same logic as Pinatifida, slashing and throwing around that they cannot trust those who have different thoughts, positions and attributes from themselves.

Nemoralis Government Army, Artel Army, Nemus Liberation Army, Nemoralis Grief Squad, Star Mark… I could only imagine that the eyes of those who fight to "rid themselves of the enemy" did not see those who were powerless to fight.

"Yeah, well, that's it. That's how the information gets through, so it's this activity that tells everyone to spread the song that they want the war to be over and peaceful soon."

I could only make Cruillo flicker with the "Let's All Sing" lyrics.