It's all one flower.

"Even in refugee camps, it's something similar. More and more people are fleeing from the news and learning about the Nemus Liberation Army and hanging their hopes there."

"What kind of atmosphere is that?

"Sneg, in addition to what you just said, I often ask you to quickly dispose of the demon asthma cannon and regain the credibility of the international community,"

"I see... if you stop supporting me, it's tough."

"Dear Left, so far, neither the Amitostigma government nor the Lacrimalis government that caught the fragments have moved to cut off support, but they have been unable to cope with the surge in refugees and anxiety is spreading in the camps"

Sneg looked out the window.

The sky with its top-down clouds continues everywhere with a dim white colour. There may still be a little time before thick clouds gush to snow, but there may also be sudden changes.

"How about the winter degree?

"The construction of the roundwood cabin is going hand in hand with the procurement of firewood... but there are a lot of injuries from unfamiliar work"

"The curse doctor... isn't enough, is he?

Snegg, apparently, noticed along the way and obviously changed the question.

Senator Laqueus affirms and adds:

"There are not enough medical doctors or medicines in science. Influenza and other diseases are not yet prevalent, but more vicious rumors are spreading."

"What rumors?

When Senator Laqueus described the activities of the old lady Silva and the Nemoralis Grief Squad, Sneigh drooped her white head (this way) like snow.

"My cousin..."

"It's not your fault."

"But... yes, I'm going to the villa to see how they're doing"

"You should. They have changed since the previous guerrillas."

"Is it?

"The original members, including Mr. Silva, eight...... said the curse doctor and funeral parlor fell out of it. Named the" Nemoralis Grief Squad, "he actively solicited more before and issued a statement to the press."

Sneg, too, was listening to the radio, nodding with a sinking face.

"Farkil, your story is that you have a combination of firearms and magic to form an armed group capable of organized combat."

"If this is the case, we should have discussed it more with them and stopped avenging them. No way, Silva is like that..."

Sneg groans. Senator Laqueus remained silent until the hot air that stood from the tea disappeared.

Sneg's eyes finally raised his face to Senator Laqueus.

"... I don't know where Silva is doing now. How can I stop my cousin?

"Farkill, your story says Mr. Silva has given desperate people a place to die"

"Where did you die…?"

Sneigh's voice rocks.

"I think it's a shortcut to dispelling people's despair rather than stopping Mr. Silva directly, what do you say?

"So... what can I do..."

A gray-haired pianist stares at his wrinkly, deep hands. The long fingers tapping the keyboard were shaking slightly.

After a long silence, Snegg finally squeezed out the words.

"… are you saying that, like before, there is only support for the victims…?

A sinking voice falls to the floor.

The assembly building of the East Temple is quiet.

The conference room is only used in this room today. Another assembly building had been liberated by Nemoralis refugees and had become a waiting area for refugee ships to Amitostigma.

"Can you tell us a little more about Nemoralis Island for that?

"There have also been more victims in Lyabina, but at the same time more supporters. Ladies and gentlemen, 'Even if the road to happiness is now dark, if we do not lose sight of the stars of hope, we will find darkness through the light of a single article, and we will surely receive the light of the morning'.

The old senator from the Listwer Autonomous Community caught on to the words of a wizard pianist.

"You (more) can do very little, but because of that, tenants of temporary housing are relatively calm."

"Mr. Snegg, what's the word now...?

The pianist softened his expression and once again mouthed the volunteer slogan.

The memory of the old senator connects to shape the constellation, and his mouth dries to a crisp finish.

"I don't know who thought about it, but it also resembles the original lyrics to" All One Flower, "which is a good word, right?"

Sneigh smiled, but Senator Laqueus had a tight jaw and no words. The situation in the city of Lyabina, which I have heard so many times, was horrible enough for the old pianist to say the long slogan in the sky.

I sipped a cold cup of tea and regained some calm, but couldn't contain the tremor in my voice.

"of Kirkulus... it's a word of prayer"

"What do you mean?

Sneigh's complexion changed.

"To volunteers, hidden Kirkurs are getting mixed up......?

"It's a passage from the Bible. Coincidentally, I don't think you can make a slogan like that."

"If the Holy Word stays the same, people of the long-lived race who have been around since the time of the Old Kingdom are likely to notice..."

The old pianist said he didn't want to believe it.

"I guess that caution. The two sacraments are joined and altered."

The old senator made the original sacrament appear.

The road leading to Happiness is far away, but the sun wheel illuminates brightly, and protects those who do not stray from evil.

Even if the road is in darkness for a moment, if we do not lose sight of the guidance of the moon and the stars, it will reach dawn.

Dear Saint Kirkulus Lacteus.

Lights of knowledge in the eyes swallowed and blocked by darkness, and by a single light open darkness, lead us and them to the path of the Sacred Stars.

Sneg bites the volunteer slogan in his mouth.

"Now even if the road to happiness is dark, if we do not lose sight of the stars of hope, we can explore the darkness with a single light and be sure to welcome the morning light…"

The two exhaled loudly and closed their eyes.

On the shore of Lake Lacus, my spine gets cold with the feeling that the sand beneath my feet is stripped.

"Okay. In the future, we will look carefully at those who say it."

Sneg took his seat with a rugged face.