It's all one flower.

Finishing the meal in an indescribable mood, Cruillo brews herbal tea. When it was boiled in [Fucking water] and allowed the scent to pass over the carrier, the air that had been stranded loosened slightly.

Funeral home Agoni reports that he was in Amitostigma.

"The way the guerrilla stopped shaking himself didn't come up with a good idea for everyone over there either. Anyway, the same ex-guerillas have been there. You know, that big brother of a guard."

"Huh?

The effect of vanilla tea blew away.

Cruillo confirms terribly.

"Hey, are you Mr. Journitol?

"That's right. It's a guard for the people of that lake."

Agoni nodded and explained that even if he took on the exorcism of the scaly spider (Urocogmo), it would be difficult to achieve due to institutional and company relationships.

... Huh? Wait a minute, okay? If Mr. Journitol didn't say that, he'd be strong enough to cross with a scaly spider on his own?

Once again, Cruillo thought of the strength of the school of magic warriors [plunging eagles (eagles)] and trembled. A former guerrilla who taught only a few [plummeting eagles (eagles)] of the school's initial techniques was naturally paid for by the security company.

From the Aquillo base raid operation, Journitol returned to his base on Lanterna Island unharmed.

... The Nemus Liberation Army is full of ex-militaries and active soldiers, isn't it?

If they take complete control of the capital, Cravel, and also defeat the extraordinary government of Rachka, they will next mount an offensive on the mainland of Artel. However, the Republic of Artel is supported not only by the neighbouring Republic of Lanista, but also by the Kirkurus, such as the Federation of Barbatum and the Republic of Banksia, which straddle the Peng Ocean far away.

If General Unuk Elhaia moved, the war could have become even more muddy.

"Over there, after the refugees were attacked by both forest monsters, would you let go of the guard's brother so badly, I don't know."

"Uh..."

Refugee camps are gaining access to building materials and land at the same time as forests in the interior of Amitostigma. It's safer to have as many people as you can fight because it opens the habitat for demons and warcraft.

Funeral home Agoni had also heard from the Farkills that Rourke had gone to Lanterna Island.

"This guy, that kid, that spy brother, that's the stuff we all bought over there. It hasn't been on the news once over here. For the time being, shut up."

Yeah, prepend it and give Jorch a bunch of A4 paper.

The funeral parlor explained while the announcer of the national broadcast read breathtaking and greedy.

"During the winter, government forces moved and crushed three mainland bases. The other side has fallen apart, but the polls don't change that Artel people are willing to kill."

"If they provide missiles from Barbatum, etc. where they've destroyed all the bases, they'll reach at least Nenia Island."

Captain Solgnac says something terrible.

The air defenses that were deploying off Zakart were sunk with just one missile. Even the water fortress, with its various protective techniques, did that. Ordinary city...... Nor will there be a single city in the Nemoralis Republic that has not been completely rebuilt from half a century of civil unrest.

"Can't we just crush all the bases?

"Unless both sides are willing to let go of their weapons, the war won't end."

Captain Solniak instantly answered the crying question of Juvenile Soldier Morph.

"So, how do you expect everyone to stop fighting?

No one could answer Amana's question.

The next morning.

Fishermen and pharmacists (dull) brothers and sisters jumped to Lanterna Island with Captain Solgnac's reply.

Joolucci arranges what he wants you to explore in Rachka.

Funeral home Agoni took on "I don't know if I can do it," he laughed bitterly, [jumping] first to Amitostigma to guide the haulier.

Jorch and Reef read Artel's newspaper, which the pharmacists brought home, and Cruillo and his father, plus Captain Solgnac, read Amitostigma's newspaper and Internet information, which Agoni brought home.

Everyone else has prepared a fine workmanship and lyrics set for spreading grass and no one opens their mouth. If I said anything, I felt like all I could come up with was words that stirred my anxiety.

My father runs his eyes on paper with wrinkles between his eyebrows.

Cruello probably looks the same.

The Amitostigma edition of the Hunan Economic Newspaper listed the retrieval of demonic asthma cannons by the Army of the Republic of Nemoralis from the forest of Tuman and the fact that the Royal Army of Lacrimalis had finished exterminating the wind trees (Seifu) and expelling the Army of the Republic of Artel from the realm of kingdoms before spring, followed by a mysterious "explosion" at bases on the mainland of Artel.

As Agoni told me, it's all news I see for the first time.

... I guess this "explosion" was done by government troops over here with demon asthma cannons.

Even Cruillo can easily guess the story Agoni brought home and the story of his former guerrilla, in this article. The governments of Lacrimaris and Amitostigma will soon be aware.

Nemoralis, a party to the war, did not report these three pieces of news at all.

After lunch, the five of us who read the newspaper gather information together.

"There are still a lot of things you can't report here."

Jorch, the announcer, spills a sigh of sigh with a note he wrote reading Artel's starlit newspaper. DJ Rafe nodded.

"The Artel government drastically increased its defense budget for the current fiscal year and bought missiles from Barbatum - or if it reports this way, it's just Hanashi that guerrillas and the PLA are likely to gain momentum"

"At Artel, there seems to be a national political election with the expiration of his term in August this year. They're going to re-elect half the members of Congress and run for presidential primaries."

"So if there are more senators in the faction who don't want to go to war, maybe they'll move towards the end of the war?

When Cruillo caged his expectations and listened, Giorchi had a dripping grin on the edge of his lips.

Captain Solgnac says, pulling over a bunch of A4 paper.

"It's an Internet poll. I guess there's censorship and it's not a wacky reflection of the people's true intentions... but you can't expect much."

The graph was dominated by "Nemoralis Discuss".

I don't shrivel (squeeze) expectations. Hang my father's comforting words on Cruillo.

"If you want to form a public opinion against war, it would be more effective to spin around about economic losses rather than bring peace to the region or the doctrine of Kirkulusism to spark the human rights of a people without the power of Nemoralis"

"Why?"

"Because of the money, it's easy for people in need to agree, and the star sign is hard to rebel.

"Oh, well. Someone who couldn't buy bread started a riot downtown, or something on the Internet news."

Cruillo tried to convince his father, but it was complicated inside.

... There's enough Internet censorship, and I guess there's some speech control.

Can a candidate who wants peace be safe by putting an "end to the war" in the convention?

What? I doubt it, but there was only a few things the Nemoralists, the common people, could do for peace.