It's all one flower.

More than ten days have passed since Farkil boy and agent Razornik, a young man from the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association, released a video of the New Year's charitable concert.

The most well-known “traveler searching for the truth” thing The most significant repercussions are on videos released by Farkill Boy.

Senator Laqueus has no idea why tens of thousands of times the difference can be made in the same video, but whatever it is, I was delighted that that song spread to many.

Councilman Krapiefnik was standing shoulder to shoulder with the Farkill boy and was being briefed.

"Advertising revenue for this video will be paid in two months with web money"

"Uh-huh...?

"Money that can be traded on the Internet, if you partner, can be used in stores in countries of scientific civilization, and can be exchanged for local currency"

"Exchange rates fluctuate like normal forex? Or fixed?

"It fluctuates. Mariana knows more about it."

"Right. Thanks, I'll ask you later."

Senator Krapiefnik, in his mid-thirties, laughed uncontrollably and thanked the junior high boy.

It's been a long time since he showed his face to the Mariana house in the capital of Amitostigma, the Summer Capital. I usually work in the Kingdom of Lacrimalis.

Mariana was an officer of a trading company and was helping Senator Laqueus and others in their activities for some reason to say that if the blockade on the lake was not lifted, trade would be delayed and troubled. It provides them with a home and meal and lets them use it as a base of activity.

If the war prolonged, there were fears that not only the Nemoralis and Artel republics, already involved in the war, the Lacrimalis kingdom, but also the surrounding countries, would spill over even more adversely, leading to destabilisation of the entire Hunan region of Lacus.

If we intervene militarily, the war will soon expand.

Not only the Fraxinus Church, but also many more organizations and individuals, mainly multinational companies, cooperated in activities to restore peace to the Hunan region of Lacus, not through direct force, than Senator Laweus thought.

Senators Laqueus also distributed a score of the foster song "Tears of the Goddess" in the refugee camp after a charitable concert.

FM Patens relayed the concert live, but no radio waves arrived in the refugee camps. I couldn't arrange an antenna car, and I couldn't even listen to it in depth on my tablet device.

... Non and others can worship the stars of the saints if they look up into the sky on a sunny night, but those who believe in the goddess of the lake may be weakened by being pushed inland like this.

Councillor Laqueus was so concerned that he asked Councillor Krapifnik, a Fluxinus and main god Fluxinus.

"With that said, there's no church in the refugee camp... no, there's no temple, okay?

"The temple needs an altar."

The words returned are the ones that are the answer, the ones that aren't there, the ones that I don't really understand. Rep. Laqueus, a Kirkulus, was baffled and silenced.

Senator Krapifnik notices and explains it with a bad-looking face of a bat.

"Oh, well. You've never been in a temple on a boulder, have you? The Great Temple of the King's Capital… Behind the Rock Mountain of Master Sturasi rests the tears of the Goddess"

"Tears of the Goddess......?

It's the title of a nursery song.

"Panisea Uniflora, the goddess of the lake, [Tears of the Sorcerer], also known as" Blue Bull ". It's a water-generating technique that keeps Lake Lacus at its water level."

"Hmm... Krapifnik, have you worshipped the tears of the goddess in person?

Senator Laqueus interpreted the Goddess Tears “Blue Dragon” as something of a sacred relic of Saint Kirkulus worshipped in the Cathedral of the Republic of Banksia.

A young Fluxinus congressman laughs bitterly.

"I'm a common man, and I'm weak in magic. Only the royal family of Lacrimalis and the Lacus Nenia family can get into the nucleus of Lacus."

"Hmm? Really?

"It's also the graveyard of both houses, and there are [tears] of drought dragons, so if you're not someone who can protect yourself, they're going to dry you out."

"Oh my..."

How far is it true and from where is it convenient for governance?

Difficult stories popped up for the Kirkuls' old senators, but questions that could deny the faith were hard swallowed.

Among the Fraxinus, that is the "truth".

"So, the temple where we can come, there is an altar in the back, where we pray with [the crystal of magic]."

"What will the powerless people do?

"Make or buy yourself a [crystal] that will be a vessel of magic, and place it at the entrance of the temple so that the believers of a powerful people can cage their magic. Of course, you can pray before the altar with a powerful people."

The Farkill boy nodded at the explanation and pointed a tablet device at Senator Laqueus.

"Is this...?

"This is a general drawing between the temples. At the entrance is a pile of [magic crystals], and the powerful people take one and go to the back, offering to the altar the magic they accumulated while walking down the corridor."

The Farkill boy switched images with his terminal on.

Several [lights] are lit on the stone altar, and the fountain behind it glows pale.

Senator Krapiefnik peeked at the screen and explained.

"The altar of the goddess is pulling the lake water. It creates artificial ponds with [Sucker] magic formations built into the altar and the bottom of the pond."

Senator Lacueus, who was oblivious to witchcraft, did not know the second half.

"It is a mechanism for pouring the magic of the [crystal] dedicated into the tears of the Goddess of the Great Temple. Well, in short, the temple is a huge facility for gathering the magic of believers in the tears of the goddess, so it's hard to make it."

"The altar can't be done right away, either, by carving spells on stones."

Farkill boy reluctantly accompanied him. The temple of the main god Fraxinus also says that there is just no pond that pulled the lake water and it works the same way.

"The clergy has the maintenance of magical installations, which makes it so easy to abandon the temple and evacuate it. Once not a single believer in the area is gone, that's what will bring Lake Lacus' water level down again if we don't keep pouring magic for as long as we have life."

"Oh my... so there's not a single priest in the refugee camp?"

I finally know why, and Senator Laqueus was convinced. At the same time, I understood the anxiety of those who would come to the refugee camps and their desire to join the Nemoralis Grief Squad, and my spine froze.

"Sure, I've heard stories about Lake Lacus falling water levels during half a century of civil unrest. Every year after the year, the decline progresses..."

"At the end of the civil unrest, it was about 40 centimeters down, and we still have observations from neighboring countries."

Farkill boy made the graph appear. It was compiled by Farkil Boys, using records published by public authorities in various countries in the Lacus Hunan and Hudong regions.

"This time, too, many temples were destroyed in an air raid by the Artel army. Cities close to the Kublum Mountains are no longer inhabited by restricted access."

"Then, for that matter, there is a lack of magic..."

The Fraxinus congressman was once again taught what it meant, and Congressman Laqueus was bloodthirsty.

Senator Krapifnik continues with a heavy voice.

"The clergy has moved to a safe temple in the country, but there are nearly 100,000 people in refugee camps and tent villages"

"Those in the country and Lacrimalis can come."

"But where Kirkurists won the Civil War like Artel, who was independent as a Kirkurist country, or Dykea, an emerging Kirkurist country that was recently made into the Lake East region by the peace of the Civil War, the temple of Fraxinus is gone."

As Farkill boy said in a bright voice, the young senator turned a stern eye to the crease graph.

Color-coded lines by observation point showed changes in water levels over the hundred years to last year.

The decline began in the sixth year after half a century of civil unrest, and there has also been a major decline in the forty-second year. After the civil unrest ended, he crawled across for a few years, then came up a little bit.

Some years have seen a slight decline in the last decade, but it has been slightly re-held in the following year. But it's also written off in last year's decline.

Looking through the centuries, before and last year, the "civil unrest of half a century" erupted in the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic, it was down more than thirty centimetres.

"But when we establish the Temple of Fraxinus in the refugee camps, they think 'the Amitostigma government is going to make the refugees the pioneers of the forest and not let them return', so it's not a good idea to reject them..."

"Hmm... that's a tough one"

Other than that, I have a headache problem.

Senator Krapifnik manipulated the terminal into a sighing mixture.