It's all one flower.

A large number of patients are waiting.

I can't relax and stay long.

The spelldoctor Septentorio ate firm bread in the first place, poured it in with warm water and asked the funeral home Agoni.

"So what do you call a bad rumor...?

"Oh, I guess. Apparently, there are two pairs. They're the ones who trick you into letting Nemoralis go home and subordinate you to militant guerrillas, and the ones who are sneaking around spreading Kirkulus teachings. Do you have any idea?

Those present see the funeral parlor of the people of the lake with a strange face.

"I don't know what Kirkulus teaches, so I don't know..."

"Here, are the people of the Autonomous Communities confused? How the hell did you do that?

The youth of the Nemoralis Construction Union asked questions to speak for everyone's anxiety.

Funeral home Agoni moistens her mouth back with hot water.

"What, the thin machine you keep here, you're not doing the news?

"It's been cloudy lately and I haven't been charging enough."

"The radio waves are far away, and it only connects the day the antenna car comes to me..."

"I'll take up the use of it in my curse practice. I won't go..."

"Much thanks to the curse, I'm saved."

On the day off, the news that Farkill tells the spelldoctor Septentorios is all a big move in international relations. Direct links to the lives of refugees were the questionnaire and the reactions to it, as well as supporting information from the Amitostigma government and volunteer organisations, but the content was thin on top of the small number of copies. Lately, they say it rarely even delivers.

The funeral parlor of the people of the lake eats sturdy bread and asks why the refugees do not watch the news. When I finished eating, I stood up and raised my voice.

"Before you listen to me, there's something I want you to be very careful about!

"What should I be aware of?

When Septentorio heard, the funeral parlor looked around the rally point and took the paper out of his pocket and spread it.

"Right now I'm here with the people of the lake and some sort of badge (yesterday)... in short, all the wizards"

And the men of the assembly saw the funeral parlor of the people of the lake, wondering what they would say.

The practice of the curse stops and the door next door opens.

The singers and refugees from the school gathered at the door and looked anxiously at this place.

"You're safe, so don't just imitate the powerless people by questioning them or deciding they're sinners."

"What do you mean?

"Both rumors are spreading because the majority of the guys are totally fooled and think it's okay and telling everyone. But don't just imitate the first one."

Questions fly from everywhere.

"What kind of rumor is that?

"If you're a powerful people, you don't get fooled first. You mean magic?

"The powerless people are spreading rumors?

"No... yeah, I don't know about Kirkurism, but the other one, I'm going to send you back to Nemoralis, is both."

Agoni silenced him with a hand gesture and began to explain.

"First one. The Nemoralis Grief Team is tricking and scratching guerrilla applicants."

People breathe.

Agoni went on fine.

"The source of the rumor is that Silva is a grandmother. I have gray hair and I don't know the race. A wizard."

"Why did the old lady do that...?

One of the needleworkers asks terribly.

The spelldoctor Septentorio heard fragments at his supporter Mariana's house connected and his spine froze.

Sarotka asked me, at the request of Senator Laqueus, to pay attention to the refugee story, but I am too busy with the treatment to get that far.

"The Amitostigma government wants pioneering people, and even when it's peaceful, they're sending them home."

"I've heard that story, too... because Dr. Asakor..."

A young man from the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association looks to explore.

Funeral home Agoni nodded forcefully.

"Ah. Your grandmother's story is a lie. It's forbidden to [jump] direct to Nemoralis, so if you're told I'm going to show you to a foreign relay, be careful it's a trap. They'll be forced to help carry combatant applicants to guerrilla bases."

A few complexions changed.

Have you really taken it and spread the rumor?

In fact, did you follow me to Lanterna Island?

"What would you do if you heard the rumor?

The aunt of the people of the lake asks exasperatingly. Agoni answered with no concern at all.

"Don't do anything to whoever told you that story."

"What?"

"I listened to Texto, and when, where and by whom... that's all I said, Dr. Asacol, the congressman, Dr. Lacueus, the singer, Mr. Oratorix, and... this curse doctor (I'm sorry), okay?

Septentorio, who was suddenly told the story, faced each other.

"Is that me?

"Oh. I asked for it.... So, everyone wants you to write on paper when, where and who told the story and who told you it and leave it with the people you just said"

... What if there's a mix of people in here who resonate with Mr. Silva or the Nemoralis Grief Squad...?

The spelldoctor Septentorio stopped drinking warm water.

I don't want to hear that here, I just have to watch Agoni.

My aunt looks at me next door like a clapped out face and turns back to Agoni.

"If that's about it, well..."

"Thank you. The other one, same response. A lot of guys are just fooled, so don't do anything directly, just refrain from telling me when, where and by whom, and give it to me."

"I don't know about the Kirkulus prayer complaint...?

"Find the guy you're soliciting and get him."

"Don't catch me. Let me swim. Kirkulus is spreading the word for it, not exactly. Change the words of prayer into a little words of encouragement, yeah. I will now say just one example…"

When Agoni read out the note, several more of them raised their voices.

Again, repeat the same caution, the funeral parlor of the people of the lake continues the conversation.

"A bunch of star beacons entered Cravel and carried out a bomb attack. Even Rachka and Geatzint are awake."

"That's what I read in the paper."

A few nodded, said the sewer.

"It was the muscled Hidden Kirkurs who lived the fake faith, not going to the Autonomous Communities, who sent the executioner in."

"What?

"False faith, so outside the Autonomous Community, magic..."

The assembly hall becomes noisy.

The spelldoctor Septentorio remembered the secrets taught to the old woman of the tailor in the autonomous community of Listver.

Funeral home Agoni continued waiting for the upset to subside.

"Well, listen to me. They've lived a lot of delusions for thirty years. I don't want you to suspect a thing. So now, in Cravel, the innocent, powerless people are being tortured for being Kirkurs."

"So what are we going to do?

"You want me to overlook the Kirkurs in Mogri?

"Like I said, don't do anything. When, who said it, and from whom did he hear it? That's all, give it to the congressman teachers and singer Olatrix I just mentioned, or this curse doctor, and then the pros will look it up and cat it."

The Yi (Haya) men seem half-hearted, but they saw the funeral parlor and the curse doctor without saying anything.

"But don't move on amateur judgment. The real Kirkurs are gonna get away with this."

A few nodded, but the others saw their troubled faces with their neighbors.

Sewing artisans say that they don't seem confident.

"Well... Senator Laqueus is sure that the Autonomous Communities of..."

"Oh. That guy, he's a decent Kirkulus, and he's pissed off at the moguls. Terrorism is out of the question, 'cause I'm trying my best to end the war somehow."

When Agoni, the people of the lake, said forcefully, his surprise spread like a rally point.

"But if you say that, all the powerless people will look like Kirkurs."

When the aunt of the people of the lake looked around, the needlework people nodded.

"Well, that's a way of being a pedophile. Keep this story to your chest."

"Who said what, don't you have to give it away?

"If you can't, you can't help it. If you'll just shut up about what I just heard, that's fine."

People who have been together shut up with indescribable faces.

"If you spread it poorly, it's gonna be a hell of a thing with a tail fin on it. That's what Mogri's people think, the pot, to crush the Fluxinus."

When Agoni folded, some pulled their jaws small.

... I don't know if I can do it. Didn't they suddenly push such heavy secrets and roles?

The spelldoctor Septentorio himself had heard half of it from the needle Sarotka, but he was still upset. It was painfully clear that the refugees, who were told that there were disturbing elements within them, could not be taken out.

Why does Agoni suddenly come here and say this?

Is it his discretion, or did Congressmen Laqueus have any ideas and ask you to do it?

"There's no reward?

The youth of the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association listens.

Agoni shook her head sorry.

"If you give me a reward, I might get caught out of it. Find out who fuels the extra conflict, and get close to peace for half a step or so. So give me a break."

"Even if you can't help us gather information, keeping your current story to yourself will help. I'm afraid it's sudden, but please keep it a secret."

When the spelldoctor Septentorio could say, the people's faces were finally brightened.

Agoni, who was given a help boat, meets lightly to give him a note.

"Well, good to see you, Doctor. I'm in a hurry. I'll talk to you later."

Agoni left the assembly hall by herself and disappeared after speaking [leaping] early.

... Looks like you should give me some info on Nemoralis Island for your next vacation, Farkill.

The note that the spelldoctor Septentorio was given is a list of things that deformed the words (phrases) of Kirkulus prayer.

At first glance, there were several words of encouragement that seemed harmless.