It's all one flower.

"Mr. Silva was the grandmother of a powerful people, and he didn't participate in the battle, but he raised food and supplies and gathered information, and solicited guerrillas."

"Huh? Well, no way......!

Archione stands up with her hands on the work desk.

Farkil answered, looking straight back at the brunette girl who rode herself out.

"Mr. Fiarlka told me that Mr. Agoni was soliciting guerrillas, not only in refugee camps, but also in Nemoralis and Lacrimalis territory."

"That witch, isn't it too broad?

Archione from Artel frowned.

The old senator laughs bitterly.

"Now is the time, because Nemoralis, Artel and Lacrimalis are separate independent countries, but they used to be one country. Visit relatives and friends acquaintances to [jump] everywhere, and if you were magically sneaking around even after the civil unrest, no wonder"

Farkil continued by thanking Senator Lacueus for his follow-up.

"Even if the solicited person doesn't go to the fight, the conversation spreads from them all over the place, and already... it seems that Mr. Silva has come to a point where he can't stop anyone from joining the Nemoralis Grief Squad"

Archione grips his fist on the desk and eats his teeth off.

Senator Laqueus said in a quiet voice.

"Mr. Silva seems to be spreading rumors of examples in refugee camps and guiding those who can [jump] to bases in Artel territory"

"Are those people being tricked into letting terrorists cooperate? If so..."

The old senator let the singer girl shake her head.

"When people who can use magic say they can always fight directly, they don't. Conversely, just because you are a powerless people, you are not a total powerless and incapable of fighting"

"What do you say...... you mean?

Ask with a voice like Archione crawling through the earth.

Senator Laqueus looked around at the young people.

"Remember where the strongholds are, and those who can magically go, call for vengeance on Artel, and bring those who are willing and courageous to fight to the strongholds and raids."

"Huh? Doctor, if you know, why don't you stop?

Rep. Laqueus took Archione's criticism from the front and replied with a calm voice.

"As you said earlier, the more you deny it, the harder you become. It's hard to even get rid of the rumors."

When Archione bit his teeth and bowed down, Asterope shook with his shoulder. When his busty chest was pushed up and Farkill accidentally turned away, he hit Sarotka's verbal (and) absent-minded gaze.

A needle apprentice girl opens her mouth reluctantly.

"Er... can't the witch who says Mr. Silva really stop anymore?

"Not only the witch, but also the people who remember the place, so much more... the Nemoralis Grief Squad's collaborators are growing in the formula, right?

Archione's smug mouth had produced a thorn of frustration and criticism, additionally, "Haven't you heard Hanashi?"

Farkill returns to talk about breaking the air that has made him angry.

"When we were here, people with no names, no chain of command, powerful people, even individuals, engaged in terrorist activities."

"If evil people use" evil ", even individuals can do so much harm..."

Asterope shrugs and holds his blonde head.

"With the Aquillo base raid operation and the broken allies, even if I let in a backup guy and Mr. Silva, it was down to eight..."

"That's now, as big a force as naming the Nemoralis Grief Squad. Because of the witch who says Silva or something..."

It doesn't matter if you have magic or not.

Farkill shook his neck to the side, gazing at the pile of old clothes and saying:

"Mr. Silva is giving a place to die to someone desperate in an air raid by the Artel army. I didn't do anything, but suddenly the first place to hit the anger, the hatred, the grief that took everything away from me, the grief that killed my loved ones is the Arthurian Republic and the Kirkulus Church… I'm a believer in that."

"You say the Nemoralis Grief Squad guys aren't bad?

Archione, who should have abandoned his country, hits Farkill with anger.

"There are people out there who don't like war, Arthur."

"I know. Because I am."

"What?"

Seven eyes pour on Farkill, and a silence descends like time has stopped.

Farkil looked at Amiela and Senator Lacueus and set his perspective on the black eyes swaying in Archione's confusion.

"Aware of the contradictions in faith and the breakdown of the Kirkulus community, shortly after the war, we crossed to the island of Lanterna. So I asked Mr. Fiarlka to go to the city of North Zakart on Nemoraris Island."

"For what?

"Looking for the truth, to tell.... because there's intelligence control in Artel's country, and most of the people don't know the truth."

Archione repeats the question to Farkill, who answered the old senator's question.

"How did you get to the truth? How did you know it was true?

"I got a flying device, broke through censorship with an illegal app, and gathered foreign information. Later, compare what you saw in person at Nemoralis with information from within Artel…"

Senator Laqueus sighs.

"What did you think... what happened to your parents?

"My parents didn't get through Kotoba because of the star mark, so I threw it away."

"Mr. Farkill, you're alone, you could die..."

Tygeta shivers her voice and pushes up her glasses.

"I wouldn't spare my life if I could find the truth and tell it to you."

Farkill took the tablet terminal and caged his strength in his belly and said.