It's all one flower.

Intelligence agents Razornik and Farkil boy, Senator Raqueus and the spelldoctor Septentorio, move into a separate room.

Needle Amiella and junior Sarotka waited in a tense face (thigh). Fabric and sewing tools are cleaned out of the work desk, and thick scriptures on leather covers are seated.

One hand took control of the two greetings and Razornik gave them a brief attention.

"What I said yesterday, let's make sure. Never mention your name or someone else's. Don't say that you can identify an individual without giving them a name. For example, an address or a profession."

"Yes, the only thing you can say is that you say autonomous people, right?"

Razornik nodded satisfactorily, needle Amiela said.

Senator Laqueus lowers his hips across from her.

Farkill tripod up and adjusted the angle of the tablet terminal. On the screen, only the Bible and the two hands show. Behind them were windows, and just in case, the curtains were hung blankly. The windows are closed and they don't even move.

"This is an amitostigma, but only now, I'm going to stay in the Ristover Autonomous Region."

When the two nodded at Razornik, the Farkill boy also gave him attention.

"I'll tease your voice later so you don't know who it is. When one of you is talking, please don't talk. It's a bit of a hassle to process when your voice overlaps."

"Yeah. Oh, you know, so. Yesterday, we talked about it together, but after all, I was wondering if you could turn the footage into nassi..."

Amiela reluctantly said, junior needle Sarotka peered at Farkil boy and Lazolnik.

"Yes. I'm fine. We'll do something with pictures and text."

"Well, I'm worried"

The Farkill boy responded casually, and intelligence agent Razornik did not persuade, though Ate moved his brow slightly off.

Yesterday, after hours of discussion, I finally took up the offer.

The spelldoctor Septentorio hung a white coat on his coat and stood the door behind him, weaving his prepared jacket. The hem (soot), collar (eri) and sleeves (soot) are embroidered with spells in colourful threads. It's a common jacket in a magical civilized area.

Farkill finishes adjusting the two units and switches the function from recording to recording.

When Razornik waved one hand and signaled, Amiela started talking.

"You're really anonymous, aren't you? And change your voice so you don't know who it is, right?

Razornik and Farkill boy snorted silently.

Amiella speaks in a ho.

"Well, I'll talk to you. My grandmother is a witch."

Pinch the silence awaiting the reaction of the listener and speak slowly.

"He's already dead, but during his life, he magically purified the water and gave it to me to drink. Because the wells in the lower towns of the Autonomous Region are contaminated with salt gas, copper mountain minerals, and germs, and if you drink them as they are, you get sick. But in our Listver Autonomous Region, beautiful drinking water is so expensive that many people can't afford it."

"We had no trouble paying for the water because our parents and our distant older brother worked in the factory. But my brother was at work, in an accident..."

Sarotka's voice trembles and interrupts.

One breath waited and Amiela spoke gently.

"I'm sorry. Peace be upon your brother's soul."

"For once, I was saved. The injury can be healed..."

"What do you mean?

Amiella tilts her neck.

"My factory, in partnership with the Civic Hospital of the city of Zerneau, was able to be transported by ambulance and cured. After being treated by a curse doctor, the next day, he came back to us feeling better like he had never been hurt."

"What? So, why?

Sarotka answers one thing, take a slow, deep breath.

"As soon as I got home, the star beacons came and relied on evil, so I took him... and I killed him..."

A trembling voice turned into a whimper.

I squeeze out words for the record as I wipe my tears with the back of my hand.

"Why... why... why didn't your brother use magic, why... with the bureau, the hospital, the company... make a good promise, and the priest, you said fine... why?

... if only the star was there.

I've heard it before, but even when I heard it again, the curse doctor Septentorio shook his heart at the irrationality of that violence.

The patient himself, his family, the workplace, the administration, and, the clergy - everyone wanted a life-saving by the spelldoctor, and completed the [blue one-wing] school, the Septentorio met that expectation.

... Wasn't faith what saves people?

Amiela holds her junior shoulder, and she looks at Razornik with a voice, saying it was hard.

Intelligence agents of the powerful people instructed him to "continue" in the form of his mouth alone. For a moment, Amiela's gaze became steep, but she exhaled one and changed her expression, opening her mouth.

"My grandmother married on Nemoralis Island just before the civil unrest. My grandfather was a Kirkulus and my grandmother was a Fluxinus. But he said he had a wedding, blessed by everyone, especially in the Kirkulus church without converting."

Sarotka's whimpering overlaps in silence awaiting the response of the listener.

"After the civil unrest began, they hit hard from both and repeatedly moved"

Even while the needle Amiella talks, junior Sarotka kills her voice and cries, shuddering from time to time.

"No matter what anyone told me, neither of us changed our faith, nor did we get a divorce. During the civil unrest, the children died and only one late born mother survived."

This is what Senator Laqueus heard from his sister, Manager Kufushenka, after the civil unrest.

I was told last night, after decades, to Amiela, the sister frisan-themed granddaughter of the manager's best friend Kalindula.

Manager Kufshenka and Amiela's grandmother's sister, Kalindula, continued to exchange letters whenever possible during the civil unrest.

After the civil unrest, after moving to the autonomous community of Listwar, Amiella's grandmother, Frizan Theme, says she had secretly met and talked to the manager of Khushchenka.

"After half a century of civil unrest, my grandparents and mother moved to the autonomous community of Listver. My mother was a powerless people, and rather than be separated now, my grandmother chose to hide her magic and faith and live together. So my mother met my father in the Autonomous Community and married him."

Sarotka manages to stop crying and raise her face.

"I had many miscarriages and by the time I was born my grandfather had died and my grandmother had died when I was little too. My younger brother and sister, who were born later, died before I could feel comfortable, and my mother died of illness as well. It's hard to get clean water."

When the spelldoctor Septentorio was invited into hiding, in the burning marks of the Great Fire glimpsed through the window at dusk, the renovation was underway.

There are no traces of what Amiella was like when she was born and raised, and I can't imagine.

"And ever since, my father and I have lived together alone helping each other. But my father also died in the fire last year. On my way to evacuate, I managed to get to Sheeney Green Space, but no matter how long I waited, my father didn't come..."

Amiela's voice, which dug up the wounds of the time, also broke.

Sarotka speaks on behalf of a senior who is bent over and covers his face with both hands.

"Neither did we, I survived alone, and my family found no bodies. Ugh... I heard rumors that someone with the star sign had lit a fire..."

The girl's voice trembled in tears again, but she took many deep breaths to calm her mind and continue her testimony.

"I heard a rich man put a star mark on a wizard in Barack Street. Now that the people of the city of Zerneau are here to take revenge on the men of the Star Way Prostitute Army, they can impersonate their sins, so suggest they don't find out."

Sarotka tells the story of a tailor, Kufushenka manager, about an operation he heard from the masterminds of the day at an autonomous community meeting, among other things, as a rumor.

"At the time the Autonomous Community was created, Barack quickly built it, but I wanted to redo the city plan properly, so I burned the barracks out of the way and reduced them because there were too many people... So, after that big fire, I got donations from the Cathedral and followers from all over the world to make the city beautiful..."

When the terrible plan of being spoken of from the mouth of a needle girl is all true, how many percent of those who hear this audio will believe it.

"The city is beautiful, but your father, your mother, your friends, your teacher, everyone in the neighborhood, they're all... they're all gone... you can stay in front, they're dirty... they're all... they want you to stay... give them all back!

Tear-mixed voices turned into screams, later unspoken with whimpers.

The people whom the spelldoctor Septentorio healed on the roads throughout Mount Kublum were those with few new wounds and whose hands and feet were constricted mostly by burns caused by the Great Fire. Those who were able to free themselves from the aftermath of the Great Fire would be only a handful of survivors.

I can only pray to Septentorio that they stay safe without being noticed by the star's sign.

... to which god?

Will the prayer of keeping their fringes (eh) away, the same Kirkurs, reach Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake?

Two of the needles could no longer speak, the terminal recorded a cry for nearly a minute, and the "Testimony by the inhabitants of the Autonomous Community of Listver" was over.