It's all one flower.

Soon the sun will set and the stars will blink in the dark blue sky.

"That? Don't eat. You've been waiting for me?

Leno scratches his head looking sorry and lowers the bag he was in charge of.

My father, Padolrik, also lowered the amana he held.

"Brother! It's healed!

Embracing Amana jumping in a bright voice, Cruillo pulled out his shoulder and thanked Awellana. The lake people's pharmacist (dull) said, "I'm sorry, too..." on the contrary.

I assumed that he had told Wang Capital's harbor to find his family's ship, and a smile pulled him in.

"Mother... the Temple and the refugee camp are not registered. Well, now that we're clear, we know we can narrow it down to the country and look... good."

Leno turned his makeup and laughter to his sisters. It's a bright tone to say to yourself. Pinatifida, painstakingly saying "yes," Elantis changed the subject.

"Brother, this, what?

The hemp bag Leno had placed was swollen in bread.

"This? Sunny vegetables and dried fruit. You're nutritionally biased."

"I think the same thing, dried fruit, dried vegetables and green and blue candy (dammit)... Agoni, this, go ahead"

"Whoa? Okay? There is. Boulder, we're both well cared for. It's me."

The funeral parlor of the people of the lake took a piece of paper out of his pocket and did not hesitate to receive a sachet of green candy from his fellow countrymen.

The candy that boiled and solidified the copper rust with the sugar is beautiful green, but if the cruillos of the land people eat it, they become addicted. However, the people of the lake are a little weaker and less able to maintain their health, such as when there is a shortage of copper that makes it easier to catch a cold.

... It's a strange mon.

The Kruillos live in this friendly and helpful way with different races because of the way their bodies work.

And yet, for some reason, I was at war with Artel.

The people over there are almost land people... the Kirkurs of the powerless people are the majority.

The presence or absence of faith and magic.

Cruillo didn't know that the difference would be a reason to kill each other.

... because I'm a Fluxinus of a powerful people?

"Brother, look, look!

I was drawn back from my thoughts to reality with my sister's voice.

Amana is spreading the paper that Agoni just put out of her pocket. Too close to the face to read. When I received it and looked closely, it was the score of "Tears of the Goddess," a foster song from the village behind the mountain.

"What? This...?

"What, brother, you weren't listening to my hanashi? I met the guy who works like an example, and I got a bunch of them. I've done a lot of other lyrics, and I've only gotten one over there."

Agoni crouched his jaw and showed Leno and the others surrounding another piece of paper.

"I'm still on my way, but now, for the most part, you're easier to sing"

"If this spreads, will you keep in mind who's going to fight?

Elantis laughed innocently, but Pinatifida looked difficult.

If we don't pass it on to Artel, the other party to the war, we'll just be let go.

"Artel's musician group was against the indiscriminate bombing, and I hope they tell him somehow."

"Huh? Are there people who oppose the war against the Artelians, too?

DJ Rafe reacted to Cruillo's words.

Funeral home Agoni answers like it's nothing.

"He said it on Artel's radio. A group of musicians said they made a statement against it on the Internet."

"Besides, a popular singer at Artel was making a fuss when he declared his retirement at a concert that he couldn't go with it anymore, that he'd throw away his faith."

As Pinatifida said, Rafe shrugged.

"It... Where's the information?

"I saw it on internet videos and news. The singer is a group of girls, but, uh... if more than half of the guys in there say that the wizards aren't all bad guys, and there are good guys, they quit singing songs of faith, they come out guards and stuff, and the customers come up on stage and make a fuss..."

When the Kruillos nodded when they saw the same video in the underground town of Chernochnijnik with Pinatifida, DJ Rafe and funeral parlor Agoni looked at each other in surprise, and State broadcast announcer Jorch contemplated as he wiped his glasses.

Leno rewarmed the pan and finished the dinner feeling a little bright.

Jorch speaks briefly and thankfully of the reaction of the extraordinary broadcast while having tea after the meal.

"Thanks to all of you, we were able to broadcast it safely. The listener's request is unlikely to be fulfilled, but it looks like he had a good reputation. Thank you."

"I'm still a little worried about the government troops coming... but from what I've seen of the city, it looks like neither the army nor the police have conducted a public investigation into the source"

DJ Rafe added thanks.

"Thank you. So next thing I know, I'm going to rebroadcast it for the northwest side of Geatzint... and the poster is going to be rewritten on paper by the date."

"Well, it sounds like you should write it down as a reruns."

Two of the broadcasters agreed to Pinatifida's proposal.