It's all one flower.

The old senator came into the sewing studio.

"I was told to rest, but I'm not comfortable. Can I help you with something?"

"Dr. Lacueus, but..."

Needle Amiella cares about an old congressman.

Senator Laqueus said by giving the needle the bundle of paper bags he was holding.

"At this age. I can't thread the needle, but I can fold it up and clean it up."

"Uh, well, come here..."

While Amiela was frightened, she recommended a seat to Senator Lacueus and received a paper bag.

Farkil saw the old senator sit back and resumed questioning the needle apprentice Sarotka.

"Eh, that was a continuation of earlier, what is everyone saying? Disgruntled or something."

"The newcomers told us that the Nemoralis had lost, and they all looked dark."

"Well, then, I'll tell you what. If you know someone, Hutu will ask you what's going on."

Archione hammers Sarotka's answer, spreads the clothes he's finished buttoning and folds them back.

Neither does Farkill think he can hide desperate information through it.

I was afraid that anxiety and grief would spread to the refugee camps and turn into anger and hatred.

"I have a tablet device at the rally point close to Patens City... and I'm worried that someone from Gardenia City will get laid"

When Farkill spilled his concerns, Senator Laqueus stopped putting his finished clothes in a paper bag and looked around with him.

"What were you talking about?

He told me about the refugee camp.

"Right. Non just went yesterday, but rumors spread that it wasn't good."

The old senator lowers his long stretched thick brow.

"What's a bad rumor?

When Farkill heard, the old senator replied to a sigh of sighing.

"It's a settlement rumor. Amitostigma's government is trying to make refugees the pioneers of the forest, etc..."

"Oh, that, too, I heard. Craftsmen and other skilled people are magically stopped from returning home."

Sarotka added, everyone's needle stopped.

Tygeta gently removes her glasses and wipes them, asking no one.

"Can you do that?

All we have here now are those who cannot use magic.

Senator Laqueus, from the Ristover Autonomous Region, shook his head sideways.

"Indeed, the Amitostigma government has that intention. I won't deny it, but I couldn't help but feel dissatisfied and later become a source of evil. The government reps said," He who comes, he who refuses, he who leaves, does not chase... "

"So what do you say that kind people are magically taking them out to foreign countries, doing something about the" magic that prevents them from returning ”and then putting them back in camp to increase the number of people who can go home to Nemoralis on their own...?

Sarotka seemed unsure of rumors she didn't even understand.

Archione tilts his neck.

"What's that? By and large, you can't magically“ go home to the Nemoralis ”?

"Talk about the leader of the Asacor party, it's not impossible,"

"Can you really do that?

To the astonishing young people, Senator Laqueus nodded heavily.

"Anything, [constraint], it seems, can prohibit certain acts"

"Huh?

"Are you sure?

"I haven't heard the details... it seems that the supposedly forbidden side will compare the powers of magic."

Furkill, the most witchcrafted of all, nodded at the explanations spoken by the old Kirkulus senator.

"If the magic of the operator is weak, they'll shake off the" [jump] ban on nemoralis. "

"That's right. Besides, I also said it would be unrealistic to magically ban every refugee in the masses, not something that anyone could easily use."

Asakor party leaders and powerful people MPs say the camp's inspection turned to deny the rumors.

Archione stitched the needle back onto Needle Mountain and turned a rugged face on Senator Lacueus.

"But people only believe what they want to believe. No matter how unrealistic it is…"

"Really?

Electra tilts her neck and looks anxiously at the seven.

Archione told me clearly that he had a strong light in his black eyes.

"The more you deny it, the more you say, 'I knew it was true, so I'm desperate to put out the fire.'"

"I mean, how could there be such rumors?

"Where are you taking me out to a foreign country? Lacrimaris? But you're out of the corner, and you're weird about putting me back in camp again?

Tygeta and Asterope's questions changed the air that was going to make me uncomfortable.

There is no one who can answer that, silence ensues.

In Farkill's head, the information was inadvertently connected.

"... it's Mr. Silva!

"What?"

Amiella's face toward Farkill was cramped.

... that? Haven't you heard from Mr. Fiarlka and the others?

At least, Archiones, the bouquet of peace would not have been informed of the matter examined by the funeral parlor. Bridging the difference in information volume.

"In the meantime, Mr. Fiarlka told me that Agoni..."

"Who's Agoni?

A grumpy voice flies from Archione.

... Oh, do you need an explanation from that? What shall I say...?

Farkill looks at Amiela in trouble. The needle I got to know him first explained it to me instead.

"I'm a funeral parlor in the city of Zerneau. I know a septentorio curse doctor... er..."

Amiella also gets stuck there and gives Farkill a glance at what's going on. Archione hoisted her eyebrows and began to tiptoe the work desk with her fingertips.