It's all one flower.

The song ended and the man's calm voice marked the start of the news.

Roark thinks it was a radio or a wired broadcast, clarifying his ears with a pinch of fries.

"I will now tell you the state of the war. First, take a look at this footage"

"Video?"

When Roark shrugged unexpectedly, Skinum indicated with his palm.

"I have a big LCD vision over there."

Turning over his shoulder, he hung four thin screens from the ceiling in the middle of his food court, like he had enlarged his tablet terminal. The customer's eyes nail on the screen facing all directions.

"Our military missile attacks have sunk one Nemoralis Navy air defense ship. A mixed unit of manned aerial vehicles and drones has breached the air defense grid."

The announcer's voice faintly conveys Artel Air Force movements.

"We marched to the northwestern part of the island of Negna to carry out aerial bombardments in rural and fishing villages along the West Bank and in Gardenia, the largest city in the region. As you can see in the footage, there's been a lot of war."

The announcer's voice was scratched off by people's cheers.

Roark manipulates his own device with his trembling hands and opens a news site. The news of the war was on the front page. They just delivered it.

... this is... that priest said "victory"...?

A whisper of Skinum arrived in Roark's ear to hold his breath and read the details.

"I... say this... I don't like it"

Looking up from the terminal, Skinum was still crying eyes, gazing up at the big visions and gazing at the thriving crowd.

A few seconds after the uprooted drone dropped a large bomb, an incandescent giant fireball swelled up on the ground and swallowed the rebuilding city of Gardenia from the pain of an earlier air raid.

People glorify an army that has burned down its filthy existence using "evil (ah) shiki (purposefulness)," and are enthusiastic by calling out the names of the disciples listed in Saint Kirkulus and Saints.

"In the classroom, I can't tell you this, but I want you to make peace soon"

In praise and cheer for Saint Kirkulus and the army fighting with the power of knowledge, Skinum's little voice sounded clear to Roark, though it was about to be scratched off.

... I'm a Nemoralist, so it's not the wind that cared...

Confused by the unexpected remarks of the priesthood aspiring priests, and unable to say anything, Skinum gazed directly at Roark.

"There, too, are plenty of innocent people living there, right?

"Yep. At least all of our families do, and our neighbors..."

When Roark affirmed, Skinum lay his eyes down and said quickly.

"At the end of half a century of civil unrest, the Fraxinus of the powerless people were taught in history classes that they could not be in Artel territory with their faith, were innocent but therefore not in Lacrimalis territory, and moved to the northern part of the island of Nenia…"

"Is that just Rufus Seminary? Or..."

"I'll learn at any middle school. There is no way that all the people know... that the innocent and clean people were burned with the wicked... and that no one would pray for them."

Roark thought Skinum's remarks were at stake.

Indeed, as one who faithfully adheres to the teachings of Saint Kirkulus Lacteus and shows the way of the Holy Star, he is right. But in a floating and enthusiastic crowd of victories, pure faith-based voices are far too heterogeneous. In the ears of people of shallow faith, there was a fear of being attacked as unbelievers giving (blemishes) to Nemoralis.

... than school, right now. If someone asks me what I'm talking about here, my life is on a shitty level.

"Why do we have to burn innocent, clean people who just have different faiths and have no magic...?

Skinum scorns the crowd with remorse, whispering questions that must not be reached. Roark didn't feel comfortable getting into the other guests' ears, but it seemed unnatural to shut them up and couldn't say anything.

"There are a lot of people like Mr. Rourke who, even if they are among pagans, do not lose sight of the path of the Holy Star..."

"Thank you, Mr. Skinum. But right now, it's a bit of a story to tell here..."

Moving on to the next news, Roark managed to squeeze out his voice as people's enthusiasm drew.

Skinum looks out and drops his shoulders at the young people who are still excited to talk with their peers enthusiastically.

"The Bible says," You must not use evil, "but it doesn't say a single line," Kill those who use evil. "

Roark remembered that his grandfathers were collecting spells and curses such as "deactivate the technique" for Operation Zerneau City Raid.

When I was at home, it sounded like a selfish double norm when I said, "I don't mind using it if it's to counter the wizard," but I changed my mind a little in the words of Skinum.

Of course (of course), I don't think my grandfathers feel the same way about Hidden Kirkuls and pure skinums.

"That's right. I've been worried about that since before the war."

When Roark agreed, Skinum, with a weak eye, saw an international student fleeing the pagan lands.

"How can I convey the right faith to the people... to me immature, I don't know yet. But I can't ask the priest about this..."

The priests at Rufus Seminary did not deny this war.

Rourke chose his words carefully and planted doubts about faith in Skinum.

"If we can figure out the answers and put them into practice, I think that's when we can build true peace. The question… don't forget"

Historically, even between the Kirkuri countries of the Alton Gaza continent, there were wars that could not be counted. There is a constant struggle over land and water, food and resources, regional hegemony and maritime interests.

Sometimes the sect... traveled through the differences in the interpretation of faith, and in the name of the saint Kirkulus, the faithful played a fierce killing of each other for nearly a hundred years.

It is trivial in the eyes of the heathen, for example, which interpretation is correct.

In Roark's eyes, Sereno and Maia from "Instant Star Daughter" seemed to differ from the controversy as to which was cute.

At present, the power relations of the great Powers are stable and there are no major wars, but they intervene in small countries' disputes around the world and conflicts persist in the form of proxy wars.

After the Great War involving the world, various international organizations were established, including the United Nations, with a view to world peace.

Much of this was made and still operates centrally by the then Kirkuri nation, which became the spark of the Great War.

International organizations are not totally powerless, but in many cases they were manipulated by the thoughts of the great powers and failed to fully fulfil their original role.

It is also because the countries of the Lake East region were subdivided into smaller countries in repeated conflicts and peace agreements mediated by the United Nations and others, and their original cultures and peoples were torn apart.

A little early, but the two cut up the outing and went back to Rufus Seminary.

It's still early for dinner and I'm idle on campus.

"Thank you for everything today"

"No, I'm not very helpful..."

"Thanks to you, Skinum, you've been very helpful."

Roark thanked him again and pulled him into his room.

... a little push, he's going to come to this side, but I have to be careful.

Being alone, I thought carefully about what I should do now.