It's all one flower.

The city of Western Granato is located at the northern end of Vinagrate Bay, northwest of Nemoralis Island.

Even in the small harbour town, the doctrine of Kirkulusism drifted like a tasteless, odorless poison.

Woven into casual encouragement or words that speak of desire and hope for peace, I wouldn't know that and if I hadn't listened quite consciously.

Captain Solgnac taught me the words of prayer, but Cruillo felt suspicious no matter what he heard anymore, he couldn't figure it out.

"Come on out of the cloud slices. It's like the light shoots, you just have to come up with something."

"Oh, just like that?

"Really."

The aunts of the land people stand and talk.

Cruillo saw one finger pointing at him.

The entire northern sky is thinly cloudy, with some thick snow clouds. From a slight gap, the light was falling around the horizon.

… "to explore the light and darkness of a single article”?

Cruillo remembers the passage "All One Flower" and heads to the docking yard as he sings in his heart.

Wherever I saw in the city, there was no New Year's sunshine as usual.

The city of Granato, east and west, faces each other across the lake at the northern end of the Gulf of Vinagrato.

The ticket office was affixed with notice of the holidays by shipping company and the bulletin boards were filled. Diamond change announcements wind up on the sales floor walls.

Small ferries carrying people, motorcycles and bicycles operated as usual, but large ferries with trucks were reduced to one flight in ten days.

Looking at the timetable, there used to be multiple ships in and out every day, but now there is a "off" lettering next to the name of the ship, and only one large ship operates.

Cruillo wrote in a notebook and spoke to the ticket clerk.

"When do you come next to a ship where you can get a car?

"I just left this morning. If the weather permits, I'll be back in ten days."

The ticket clerk answered in a nasty manner.

"Are you going to Cravel too?

"Oh, I'll carry a container of luggage, too. People will be dropped off at the fishing port in front of them."

"Really? Thank you."

Cruillo looked at the information board for tourists and headed to the temple.

The temple dedicated to Panisea Uni Flora, goddess of the lake, half of the vestibule is filled with prefabrications of temporary dwellings. Visitors have many lake people, but it seems that many people on land enter and leave temporary housing.

He caught a cleric trying to enter the temple and briefly told him what to do.

"Excuse me. I'd like to post a notice of an ad hoc broadcast, but who do I need permission to do that?

"Extraordinary broadcast......?

"This is FM Cravel. It's the day after tomorrow..."

From a large envelope, Cruillo served a poster handwritten by the Pinatifidas.

The worshippers come together.

"FM Cravel?

"From the capital to this point, do you get the waves?

"No, it's a mobile broadcast car."

My uncle, with mixed gray hair, lowers his green brow and repeats the question.

"But, FM, then, you're not gonna do the refugee camp news, are you?

"I was just asked to help with the announcement, and I don't know the details, but he said there was a little bit of Hanashi in the refugee camp."

"Really? Do you have any idea how our relatives are doing?

"What? Me, I don't know. They just asked me to put up a poster..."

Soon a hedge was formed and Cruillo was made a question-attack by the people of the lake. There are more things I can't answer, and I look at the clergy in difficulty.

The involved cleric frowned (only) annoyingly for a moment, but gave me a help ship.

"You'll know what it is if you ask. From 3pm the day after tomorrow...... can you hear it anywhere in the city?

"No, they say mobile broadcast cars have small output, so it was just the northwest of the city. If it's this temple, I think you can hear it if you keep the window open."

"Well, why don't you stick it here?

A voice hung from the pedestrian walls, and the priest of the people of the lake picked up one poster with a face that he had completely given up.

"The Temple bulletin board is full of bureau announcements, so I think you'll be in temporary housing, but I'll talk to you upstairs"

"Thank you. Best regards,"

In the temporary housing of the park, he let me stick it on the message board of the assembly center because there is only a radio in the assembly center.

"I'll also turn the circulation board so everyone can listen"

"It's like a star of hope to arrive in the morning, thank you"

"Yes, yes. If you don't lose sight of the stars of hope, you will surely receive the morning light."

"No, no, that's very helpful. … it's a good word to say that if you don't lose sight of the stars of hope, you will always receive the morning light"

As Cruillo lifted, the volunteer youth grinned, scratching his straw-colored head in the light.

"It's not what I thought."

"What, then, who thought?

... is he a Hidden Kirkurus or someone with contacts?

"Come on? I don't even know who thought about it, but all the volunteers are saying, so I'm kind of..."

"I don't care who thinks about it. I think I'll try harder."

A girl very similar to the young man laughed brightly, and Cruillo was also attached to loosen her cheeks.

Are you blurry or don't you really know?

From what I've learned, there's nothing Cruillo can do about it. However, it could be ascertained that Kirkulusism is secretly spreading in this city of Western Granato as well.

They're not wacky saying bad things.

... If you deny this, this one's going to be a bad monster.

Cruillo thanked him for hiding his stuffy feelings and left the makeshift home.

I decided on my next destination for elementary school on the information board, but I felt like my legs were getting heavier.

How can we not deny the slogan that gives people hope from the front and prevent people from feeling inclined to the teachings of Kirkurus?

... Now, it's just the atmosphere, but I guess I'll preach the teaching a little bit of it and increase the number of believers.

As far as Captain Solniak and the others are concerned, it doesn't seem like he's a wacko to say Kirkurs "so" bad. However, we cannot live in this area close to the sealed land if we strictly adhere to its teachings. It's out of the question, like pushing someone else to throw their life away.

Information brought back by the funeral home Agoni says that branches of the star sign (servant) have already taken root in this small regional city as well. What happens if radical and biased interpretations of star marks are spread?

... So this one spreads subtle Flaxinus teachings too? No, no, we're all originally Fluxinus, and we just have to have a grand faith.

So what do I do?

I could get posters on temples, temporary homes, schools, personal shops and supermarkets, but the name didn't come up.