It's all one flower.

An evergreen street tree stretches its branches on a thin winter day.

Amiella the Needle wondered what she would look like if she found out a year ago that she was going to celebrate New Year's Eve outside the Listwar Autonomous Region, which is also in the foreign kingdom of Amitostigma.

In the inland city of Patens, closest to the refugee camp, the doors of the houses are hung by knitted rings with twigs of evergreen trees. I was taught by my great-aunt, Carindura, that it was something that I wished Fraxinus, the Lord God, a year of protection.

The green circle is well visible alongside the white-walled city.

It was the same in foreign countries that the company and school would be off, with few crowds in the early morning city of Patens.

The prayer of the Fraxinus New Year takes place from before dawn to sunrise.

Amiella celebrated a new dawn in the temple of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, in the summer capital, with her great-aunt Carindura and those who aspire to peace.

I just saw the gathered people drooling their heads (kobe) in the lake and praying, but for the first time I felt strange like I had been reborn in the morning light I had received outside of Kirkulus Church.

It smells delicious from all over the street.

"Your breakfast is served in the hall of the temple"

Amiella was embarrassed to be seen through her heart by the description of the choir members guiding her on the road. The New Year's charity concert starts this afternoon, but I left the summer capital before breakfast to have my last meeting and the whole practice.

"This is a beautiful city, too."

Walking next door Big Aunt Kalindula is also the first time the city of Patens has seen it and rarely walks overlooking exotic streets.

The destination is the Temple of Fluxinus in the city of Patens.

In this part of the interior, he says, the faith of the Lord God Fraxinus flourished more than that of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake. Immediately beside the city of Patens, there was a vast forest area, and refugee camps were made by cutting and expanding forests.

With what thoughts will Senator Laqueus and the four bouquets of peace walk forward?

The only luggage for everyone was a bag of clothing and a score, Senator Laqueus had a harp, and the clothing was held instead by Lazolnik.

"Right. I've heard of the white city of Amitostigma for a long time now..."

A man in a stage costume shook his green hair and hammered at his great-aunt's whining. A famous singer from the Lacrimaris kingdom, he says he rushed straight from the New Year's concert.

"Oh, was that your first time, too, Mr. Imbell? It was a pleasant response to a sudden conversation last month, so..."

"Ha ha. There is no one who refuses Mr. Niptra's favor. It's an honor to invite you."

Imbell scratches her green head and laughs.

I'm not sure what it is, Big Aunt Kalindula...... Soprano singer Niptra Neumae seems to have a good face not only in the Republic of Nemoralis, but also in the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

The Temple of Fraxinus in the city of Patens was much smaller than the Western Temple in the King's capital Lacrimaris. The temple grounds are planted with oak trees, and even under the winter sky the leaves are lush with blue.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome. Please come here..."

The priest of the land people welcomed the line.

Today, there are four charitable concerts here: soprano singer Niptra Neumae, Oratorix, the national idol of the Republic of Artel, "Instant Star Daughter (Ko)" again, "Bouquet of Peace”, fifteen local choirs, tenor singer Imbel of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, and, amiera.

Accompanied by Sneigh's piano and Senator Lacueus's harp. This is the first day we've practiced together.

As a photographer, he is also accompanied by Lazolnik and Farkil, youth from the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association. I say we broadcast the production live on the Internet.

"I will combine insurance and camera testing to also take a through practice. Well, don't get so hard, take it easy, take it easy."

Lazolnik laughs and says, Amiela was nervous and didn't know what breakfast tasted like, and didn't really get the content of the meeting in her mind.

"Amiella, you could sing properly in practice, and we're all in this together, so it's okay"

"Ugh... yeah"

I was encouraged by Electra in a light condition in the holding room at the rally point, but Amiella, who was in front of the production, couldn't stop trembling. My heart is about to burst out of my mouth.

It wasn't long before my morning practice in my everyday clothes and a little early lunch, and I don't even remember what I ate. I was selflessly obsessed with getting dressed and practicing through, and I ended up not knowing what was going on.

I hold my own shoulder trying to quell the tremor.

Embroidery touched my hand. [Knitting reed cuts (Yoshikiri)] A volunteer from the school gave me a draft in Chakopen. Amiella just stabbed it right with a green thread, not knowing what it meant.

The same pattern that stabbed him in the festive garment with the help of the manager of the Kufshenka came out many times. I don't know how to read it, but to the extent that this is not just a pattern, but a spell of a powerful word, I can now see.

... Same as it was in the Bible.

Amiela remembered the day Sarotka came to Amitostigma with the scriptures of the manager of Kufshenka.

"It doesn't matter if you don't sing well."

"What...?

Raise your face to the unexpected words of your great-aunt.

"It was originally one country, Nemoralis, Lacrimaris, Artel, the Amitostigmas who support it, the Fraxinus and Kirkurs, the people of the land and the people of the lake, the powerful and the powerless people, us and the young of knowing the old...... because it makes sense for people of all things to sing together"

My feelings grew more and more calm as I heard my great-aunt's quiet voice.

"If there's so many people out there, and you're so afraid of failure, why don't you just keep your mouth shut?

Tygeta, who says that, has repeatedly swiped her glasses and hung them up. Archione said, "Already!," he poked with his elbow, and Tygeta slightly tongued out. Elektra is shy and embarrassed when Asterope laughs.

With what thoughts do they sing in the temple of Fraxinus when they declare that they have abandoned their faith in the saint Kirkulus? I can't imagine Amiella, but I was a little relieved to find her professional girlfriends nervous as well.

"It's time."

Turn from the assembly hall to the back of the temple with guidance from the cleric. I walked a little pinched to avoid stepping on the hem of my clothes, but my legs got swollen and I almost fell over and over again.

Enter between the deepest altars from the common mouth for priests.

The west temple of Wangdu was full of water, but here the giant trees of Qin Peel (Tonerico) pouring heaven were spreading branches that had completely fallen leaves.

The Amielas line up on the right hand side of the altar and only the gray-haired Sneg moves to the piano placed on his left. In front of the altar, a large number of people were packing and lowering their hips on colorful rugs.

A greeting from a volunteer organization representative from the City of Patens who hosted the concert and a guest city councilman goes from right to left. The Fraxinus audience had listened to the city councillor with a mysterious face.

... It's okay. It's okay. The scores are spelled out exactly in the order in which they sing.

Razornik and Farkil, the youth of the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association, line up behind the grand piano. A camera with a tripod and a tablet terminal were turning on a small red light to make a video.

Mike enters the hands of the clergyman and introduces the singers in turn from end to end.

"… next door, this Amiela, is a relative of Niptra Neumae"

The audience turned, and Amiella's cheeks got hot.

"Mr. Niptra broke up with his sister, Mr. Frisanthem, during half a century of civil unrest. Even after the civil unrest ended, Mr. Frisanthem left the world uncharted."

My great-aunt wandered slightly next door.

"In this war, Mr. Amiela escaped the air raid with the objects of her grandmother, Mr. Frisanthem, and when she was surrendering to Lacrimalis, the king's capital, she was accidentally met by Mr. Niptra".

The cleric's explanation passes like it's about someone he doesn't know.

"Many of the refugees are living apart from each other and friends and acquaintances, but she showed herself that one day, if only she were alive, the edge of the water would be connected somewhere."

Many audiences wiped their eyes with handkerchiefs.

Subsequently, the upset spread when the cleric told the Archiones that he was a singer who had abandoned the faith of Kirkulus and escaped from Artel the face of the bouquet of peace.

The clergyman doesn't mind continuing.

"On the last stage, they left the country, not blindly believing in the teachings in the Kirkulus scriptures that" witchcraft is evil "and saying that good and evil of a person's nature should not just be determined by the presence or absence of magic, but should be seen as one person. Please check back later for the phrase" There are good people for wizards "on your program's video site."

The touching sound of the paper spreads like the blurring of a tree leaf.

At the end of everyone's introduction, Snegg's piano rang a set of chords.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for waiting. The first song is Tears of the Goddess. Please listen to the rhymes transmitted to the village of Assaete, located in the middle of Mount Ougari, Nemoraris Island"

Senator Laqueus' harp and Snegg's piano play the first bar arranged in the prelude. Amiella's mind soothed with wonder, and she could speak to everyone without delay.

"A loose water strip."

A new lake (Mizumi) will emerge in the sand as a result of exploring the light water vein (Mio) of the Blue Bull... "

My voice melts overlapping everyone's voice and becomes one.

It echoes in the stone temple, and passes on the giant trees of Qin Peel (Tonerico) and ascends to heaven.

The calm, clear and peaceful skies of Amitostigma were connected to the skies of a distant homeland.