It's all one flower.

"But if he dies..."

blocking Sarotka from telling him to take it up, Farkill affirms.

"The information I tell you I'm dead will stay online and continue to diffuse. Because it has been removed from the server and will remain local to the individual. And..."

My voice trembled and my throat strangled.

Continue with one big exhale.

"The Nemoralis Grief Squad and collaborators don't spare their lives if they can avenge their loved ones. Do you think you can stop that sorrow and despair... with the justice of another religion or with the honesty of just lining up every beautiful thing?

"It's easy to say that vengeance produces nothing... but there's no one in the general theory who can heal grief and grant forgiveness.... like they were once."

The old senator's eyes retrace (retrace) time and gaze far as he sees half a century of civil unrest.

The young people thought, replacing themselves.

Sarotka, a needle apprentice, listens with her eyes down.

"To Hutu... Muli, right? But... how can I stop the fight?

"I knew I couldn't hold back my grief with force. Mr. Agoni and Dr. Septentorio didn't get through either."

Senior Amiella groans painfully.

The old lady, Silva, diffused the information in an analogue way.

That is already so widely and deeply conveyed that she cannot erase it as much as she herself has lost her life. It is unstoppable for those who sink into deep sorrow and are imprisoned in despair to respond to Silva's call.

Elektra raised her face and heard it in a sweeping voice.

"The teachers, thirty years ago... how did you make peace?

"The United Nations has proposed the division of the Lacus Lacrimaris Republic. Like living apart by the difference between faith and the political system you want…"

"For different reasons of war, this time, you can't use that hand."

Councilman Raqueus nodded heavily, Farkill said.

"Dear Left, Besides, peace with the Nemus Liberation Army, which had a coup d 'état, would further weaken the country if it were to divide the territory of Nemoralis"

"Even if it's divided into the islands of Negna and Nemoralis, it's still big compared to the countries of the Lake East region, right? If that makes peace, shouldn't we split up our lives?

When Archione proposed, the old senator shook his head.

"Non deplores the fact that half a century of civil strife divided the country."

"Is it a mistake...?

Four of the bouquets of peace tilt their necks.

"Hmm. If we continue to eliminate those who disagree with attributes and opinions, ignorance and ignorance will spread and people will fall apart after divisions and divisions"

"The history of civil unrest that Artel teaches at school is told only from the point of view that Kirkuls are also victims"

"Kirkuls with innocent souls were unilaterally slaughtered in" evil "because they were absolutely vulnerable..."

Farkill said, Tygeta added. Other people from Artel nod small.

Senator Laqueus opens his eyes.

"What a fool......! Because they weren't helpless, Artel became independent as a Kirkurist state, and within Nemoralis territory, the Ristover Autonomous Region was created, right?

Idol girls ask oral questions.

"Huh? Textbooks, were you lying?

"Were you that strong?

"Cotto that you fought and won?

"How did you fight?

The old senator exhaled slowly and looked around at the girls.

A stunned eye glances back at the old senator when he says he can't believe it.

"Mostly... pulling the trigger is faster than casting a spell"

To an understandable answer, the girls raised their voiceless cry.

It would be normal if I knew, but I was taught by the end (ha) that "Kirkuls without magic are the weak" and if I grew up in an environment where I was not allowed to see it from other perspectives, I couldn't help but think of it.

... Even I did, until I learned about the history of peripheral country perspectives online.

Senator Laqueus, who experienced half a century of civil unrest, goes on to overlap words even further.

"It burned down a city full of wizards with bombers, just like it is now, and ravaged it with tanks. It's a lot to say wizard in a bite. How many people do you think could magically penetrate tank armor or shoot down bombers?

"... sounds murky to sensei and craftsmen"

Sarotka, a needle apprentice, shook her neck to the side and lowered her eyes.

"That's not all. Some troops fired poisonous gas weapons into the temple where residents fled the air raid."

I turned my eyes to Senator Laqueus to see what the girls were afraid of.

In a quiet room, the voice of the old senator echoes.

"Noh thinks that bringing the country back together and deepening people's understanding of each other will lead to peace."

"But what can we do?

The voice of the needle Amiella shivers thinly in fright.

Senator Laqueus soothed his expression by coughing.

"To not isolate those who have lost everything, to not despair"

"A little too abstract... a little more, please be specific"

Archione said, three of the bouquets of peace and Sarotka also nodded.

"The supporters of the city of Lyabina set up a place to work for short periods of employment, bazaars, etc., ask for help with charitable concerts, have their burned dogs and cats raised as well as people... I dealt with someone and created the mechanisms they needed"

"So maybe this is what you call needlework...?

Amiella lifts the fix.

"It's the mountains that want to do that, but there are enough needles and threads. … but I have been working on spellmaking for some time now, and I have been coaching refugees to build their own homes."

"A lot of people get hurt, though."

Sarotka spills a bump.

The old senator laughed bitterly.

"I'm also saddened that Nan La doesn't quite go the way he wants.... after that, we'll secure clothing and accommodation. Hunger and cold drag people into despair."

"Is there enough food right now? Suddenly more people..."

When Farkill heard, the old senator drowned a long brow.

"Sometimes seasonal, temporarily two meals a day have gone by, but now... whoever comes via Lacrimaris is allowed by the Royal Government to have a few days of dried fish..."

"Well, that's not enough."

Archione says with a frightened face.

... We can eat properly every day in this mansion.

Farkill recalled the discussion of the questionnaire aggregation work.

It would be nice for the refugees to help and serve meals here, but they were opposed to letting the camp bring the rewards back.

Now I know exactly why my mistress looked like she was in pain.

If disparities arise in the camp, disconnections occur out of jealousy, etc.

In order to eliminate the sense of injustice, I don't think it's a good idea to put "all of us in the same misfortune," but I didn't think of a new way to prevent misfortune from arising from inequality in Farkill.

"But right now, one meal a day is for sure, right?

Electra couldn't help but hear in a bright voice, but the old senator lay his eyes down.

"The UN takes time to procure supplies. The Amitostigma government has also worked hard to curb the public's grievances, but whatever, the source is taxes."

"The food itself is in the warehouse or something, right?

Electra listens in a crying, trembling voice.

Senator Laqueus lowered his voice.

"If you can manage the funds, then so be it. But donations, spellmaking, and other jobs alone are not going to make this surge."

"If you want web money, you can earn advertising for your videos."

Everyone's gaze gathered in Farkill.

"The boom calms down, it's lower than it was at one time... but my hand, if I let it all out, wouldn't it be like a day's worth?

Farkill causes the tablet terminal to display an admin screen.

The old senator opened his eyes by counting the number of digits on the screen directed at him.

"The exact number of reports hasn't gone up yet... do you mind?

"Yes, this is a video that everyone in mobile sales sang, so I feel like something different is what I use for myself, and Amana, who centered and lyricized, was happy to know that this song led to refugee support, and I'm fine"

Surprise turns into relief, lightening the field air.

"If you add more videos, you'll make a little money for it."

"With the approval of Mr. Niptra and the others, we can work out one audio source, okay? Amiella."

"What? Wah, is that me?

Suddenly he talks and the needle is confused.

"The radio is on its way, but it's 'Tears of the Goddess'. Ms. Niptra is popular in both Nemoraris and Lacrimaris. Let us also comfort the hearts of the refugees."

Tablet terminals are located at rally points close to Patens City in the refugee camp. It was used to inform and educate children.

With the expansion of the campsite, they're in the process of building more antennas, but currently, Farkill doesn't know how far they've come to reach them.

... you have a disparity of information.

That may also be why people jump into unrealistic rumours, I think.

"That lyric, that's a soul solving song. If it's okay with me, use it."

"What do you say? Amiella was a pretty good singer."

Senator Laqueus, also a harp player, smiled calmly as the needle he sang with the pros frightened.

Farkill speaks of the idea.

"So why don't we make it popular both online and in real life? Hand out the score to the refugee camp so that the song reaches where the waves don't reach."

"That's good. It's the same melody as" All One Flower ". Let's say we get the score from the Lyabina Civic Orchestra."

"Please. It's on the internet, and I think the print is crumbling because of the low resolution."

"Well, if you call for lyrics again, you'll make progress"

Tygeta says in a bright voice.

With this soul song, I don't know how much my heart is healed by the loss of everything but life.

Still, the Furkills had no choice but to do what they could.