It's all one flower.

The number of choral videos played by mobile distributor Praethermissa fell below a hundredth of the full season, but still, it had been played tens of thousands of times a month.

The videos of the Archiones “Bouquet of Peace” were watched every month as well, and the videos of the New Year's charity concert reached a million views in less than a week, thanks to the addition of well-known singers in the Lake Lacus region, such as Niptra Neumae.

Advertising revenues for videos are transferred after one month to Farkill's account dedicated to web money where the videos were released.

"Are you sure you don't mind, Mr. Farkill?

"Yes, it's a video for that, and I didn't sing it."

Ning, I wonder if the other person who needs permission is the professional singers, but Farkill dares not touch it.

Supporter Mariana accepted the deal, once again confirming and pushing Farkill's will.

The balance as of December was fully charged to the purchase of medicines needed at the refugee camp.

Anyway, an account dedicated to web money is volatile. Safe so far, but not the one that figured out when it would spill. Then you should have it effectively used before saving it up for no reason and losing it all.

Pharmaceutical needs were interviewed by Nemoralis medical practitioners who evacuated to refugee camps, Asakor party leaders and other politicians, as well as volunteers from the Amitostigma Medical Association.

A trading company, in which Mariana serves as an officer, imported large quantities of medicines of science from distant countries and distributed them in mid-January to all clinics in refugee camps.

There was also a need to anchor the medical staff of science to the clinics in the camp.

A private residence was completed near the clinic and we were asked to move in early in the year.

The ancient ginseng refugees were quite accustomed to the construction work and, thanks to the concentration and input of professional craftsmen, mainly the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association, they were apparently completed in about a week. The interior was handled by artisans and separated into multiple rooms for privacy.

Medical doctors evacuated in the family groom are asked to live alone with their families. The patrol frees the family from the anxiety of separation and is generally well received.

Medical practitioners who lost all of their bodies were asked to live with similar medical practitioners and craftsmen, taking into account gender, etc.

I couldn't take it because the room was divided inside the round cabin, and I didn't complain. The other round cabins have only one room at a time and have to sleep with a large crowd of miscellaneous fish. Better than that, it's a negative understanding.

Other refugees raised their voices, but many others embarrassed them, and their voices quickly dwindled.

All the advertising revenue from the video transferred in January was also transferred to the pharmaceutical bill.

In addition, apart from the clinic, the drug-making base was completed. Work buildings and dwellings were built adjacent to each other and, like medical scientists, wizard pharmacists (dullness) were settled.

The work building will be equipped with all the necessary equipment, such as breast and glass containers, finished medicine containers and medicine wrappers, to help residents make medicines.

Since the number of curse doctors and pharmacists (dullness) is small, they are asked to continue patrolling, but the production of magic drugs has increased dramatically because they are able to rest at ease and work intensively in places with all the equipment.

The burden of the spelldoctors patrolling decreased in small numbers, and the complexion of the septentorio improved visibly enough for Farkill to understand.

Refugee camps in the interior of Amitostigma were colder than the two islands of the Republic of Nemoralis, but their hearts were warmer with bright signs.

One day in such a month, Farkil was summoned to the leadership of the Asakor party on both wheels of the Axis party and taken to one of the mansions in Mariana.

The spelldoctor Septentorio, the needle Amiella, sat first and the tea was already ready. There are six cups for you. The pot contains vanilla tea.

"I'll be here soon."

As the leader of the Asakor party put it, it was the face that Farkil knew well that Razornik brought in less than five minutes.

The moment the door opened, my heart froze.

The guards of the people of the lake looked around at the three familiars with sad eyes and distorted their lips in mockery.

"You don't have to be so scared."

Nobody responds to that.

The eye of my fellow spelldoctor, Septentorio, became steep.

Even today, the youth of the people of the lake, dressed in the same uniform of a security company as back then, turned away from their facial familiarity with an indescribable expression.

Asakor party leaders tell them to take it up.

"Mr. Razornik's story is that they stopped guerrilla activity and left the Nemoralis Grief Squad"

"Yes, the government forces finally moved, so I thought it would be better if we fought instead..."

...... hmm? "They" are "missing"?

Farkil, hooked by the rhetoric of the Assacol party leader, once again saw the Lake People's Guard Journitol.

Razornik just lowered his hips to a seat close to the door, but he reluctantly moves from the front of the door. He drops his gaze on the floor and seems to be wondering what's going on.

Witchcraft Warrior's Testimony [Descending Eagle (Washi)] With a school badge (today), he was a security guard at a pharmaceutical company until before the war began. It is unclear how he joined the militant guerrilla while remaining in the uniform of the security company.

To the best of Farkil's knowledge, he was the second strongest militant guerrilla, after Oriol. Next to the weak and timid Cleve, he was cautious and adulterous, merciless to Artel's military men, but not to the ordinary people.

There was relatively common sense and good sense in the guerrillas, they were not self-abandoned (yaked) and, on days when there were no operations, they were often reading books in the materials room at the base.

Why did he throw himself at the militant guerrillas, who are completely different from the rest of the guerrillas? While in the stronghold of Lanterna Island, I've always wondered, but somehow I broke up unheard of.

... "instead" because government forces did not attack the mainland of Artel?

In the room are only the guard Journitle and the intelligence officer who brought him, Razornik, the spelldoctor Septentorio and the needle Amiela, Farkil, who had himself at the stronghold of the militant guerrilla, and the six Assacol party leaders in the presence.

This is the time, so I think I'll ask it out of my mind.

... but what am I supposed to ask from?

Amiella next door has a cup of vanilla tea on her lips, but she doesn't look good.

When Farkill opened the teapot and added the tea leaves, the curse doctor boiled it back to me. The fragrance of sobriety spread and the air in the field loosened up a lot.

"Um, Mr. Journitol, you said you stopped guerrillas and fell out... are you still there, fighting?

"Yeah. I wonder where to start..."

When Farkill spoke, Journitol replied with a little joy.

Think again about your expression and talk about it as a potpourri.

When the story of the magical warrior through the militant guerrilla came to an end, the leader of the Assacol party sighed.

"So the Nemoralis Grief Squad split into avengers driven by uncontrollable anger and moderates willing to obey the orders of the regular army, huh?

"Yes, Mr. Oriole is a man who obeys the orders of the army. There are only a handful of people, including me, who have gone back to Nemoralis, and so far, there are only seven of them who have let me in."

"Where are the other six?

The spelldoctor Septentorio asks without even trying to hide his anxiety.

Razornik smiled bitterly.

"I can't take it now, they're having dinner at a fixer near the harbor. My people paid for it, and they asked me to wait for you for tea until I picked you up."

Intelligence agent Razornik accidentally ran into a refugee convoy waiting room when he went to Lacrimaris, Wang capital, to collect information.

The spelldoctor pointed his longitudinally wrinkled face at the journey between his brows.

"Are those people people who can fight on their own?

"There is only one [Flying Eagle (Taka)] hunter, but later only [Spiritual Dove] can be used by the two of us and the powerless people."

I don't know where there is a reassuring element in Journitle's description, and everyone stares at the Lake People's Guard with a rugged face.

"Yeah, well, you know what it's like to say you can't be trusted. I don't want to be in a refugee camp if I'm in the opposite position, either. But they really didn't have a place to go anymore, and they wanted to fight to protect their country because they didn't care if they died, and they joined the Nemoralis Grief Squad."

"If you refuse to accept it, you might be back in the fight again, right?

To the quiet voice of the leader of the Assacol party, Journitol nodded with a glaring eye.

"I was hunting warcraft in the forest of Resalube, and if I were you, I'd let you do the job of saying that, I think it would be okay"

... but I wouldn't let someone who was a guerrilla carry a weapon.... Oh, but can Mr. Journitol and Mr. Hunter fight just magic?

Farkill wanted to hold his head.

Amiella, without a word, stares at the guards of the people of the lake with a hard look.

The leader of the Assacol party put on a tablet terminal with a completely accustomed hand and made the map appear.

"There are currently no vacant houses in refugee camps in the forest, and we are dealing with more tents in the plains, but that is also full, a situation that is packed above capacity. Until the snow melts, it's hard to build a new cabin..."

"If you can get a place, be it in a narrow tent or in a [simplified junction] wild inn, anything......! They're all from the island of Nenia, burned out and evacuated to Topoli, with no place to go."

Journitle asks desperately.

... Except for Mr. Journitol, he became a guerrilla after we left, so you don't seem to hear more about the Grief Squad.

By now, fellow intelligence agent Razornik will be hearing about the modus operandi of the old lady Silva's solicitation, among other things.

Farkill spoke to the spelldoctor Septentorio, who stared at the teapot with a difficult face.

"Curse doctor, you can't work with snow right now, so there aren't many injured people, are there?

"Yeah... well, there are people who are attacked by frostbites, demons and warcraft."

"So, shouldn't we have Mr. Journitol, Mr. Hunter and two [spiritual doves] join the vigilante?

Anyway, they are the ones who can fight without weapons.

I feel it would be better to put it in the vigilante's hand and have it monitored.

If you're going to be a force of war, I've never been over it.

Even if they solicit, the story has already been told by the funeral parlor Agoni, and the refugees are on their guard.

The adults thought in silence and Journitle said in a mixed voice of anticipation and anxiety.

"If you hunt for Warcraft and take [the tears of the sorcerer] and sell the ingredients, you can also buy food and stuff"

"Right. We'll make sure you decide where you're going by dinner..."

In a word from the leader of the Assacol party, the joy could be played on Journitol's face.

The guard Journitol, as a source for the Nemoralis Grief Squad, stays at the Mariana mansion until the hearing is over.

The three powerless people, one to a remote tent in the plains, two powerful people and a hunter, were sent to separate vigilantes in the refugee camps.

... Now you're glad, right?

After the snowmelt, Journitle was taken by the spelldoctor Septentorio to join the vigilante in charge of the deepest part of the refugee camp - the most dangerous area in the pipeline.

I threw them into battle again once I threw down my weapon, and Farkill felt unspeakable guilt.