It's all one flower.

The needle Amiella returned the tea wagon to the dining room and as soon as she was alone, she became more tired.

... really. You're more tired than I thought.

I finished one spell embroidery yesterday, but today is a day when no volunteer craftsmen will come, so I can't go on.

I don't feel like doing anything, but I feel comfortable resting in my room.

I turned my foot to the computer room to ask Farkill to show it on the internet news as well.

"Oh, that?

After practicing earlier, the spelldoctor and Sneg, who had just broken up, were sitting side-by-side across the fur kill and doing something.

"What's wrong?

"Just for a moment, I was going to show you the news, but if I'm interrupting, I'll see you next time"

Farkill's voice caught on as Amiela graciously tried to close the door.

"I was just watching the news. Mr. Amiella, please."

He turns to the other side of the work desk before responding and pulls the chair. Two adults slipped slightly and placed a chair next to Farkill.

"Uh, well, sweet of you to interrupt,"

Amiella calmed down between the curse doctor and Farkill.

"I've also spoken to Dr. Lacueus, and there's no news at all about it in Nemoralis."

Snegg reached out from the side of Farkill and pointed to the laptop.

The screen, many times larger than the tablet terminal, displays articles in international news. "Nemoralis Army, retrieve Demon Asthma Cannon," he was gnawed at the headline.

Forget to breathe, too. Run your eyes through the body.

It is the announcement of the Royal Lacrimalis Army.

Troops in the Tuman Forest that hit the search for the Furious Tree discovered Nemoralis army executives and demon soldiers.

The captains of the Wind Tree Search Squad continued surveillance from a distance with the technique of [Sovereignty], confirming how the Nemoralis Army men captured the Demon Asthma Cannon in the [Meteor Formation] until it was housed in the [Cage of Submissive Demons], certain.

The credit for the article is the Current News Agency.

This war is a news supply company for the Empire of the Day where no direct interests are involved.

"There was also a video of a Nemoralis Army man returning with grass and deciduous leaves from the place and hanging them on a [(just) candlestick]."

I let Farkill snort at me, but I don't have a voice for much.

If it's the same as the glove news, it's more obvious than seeing fire that the wind to the Nemoralis Republic will be stronger.

... Oh well. Lacrimaris isn't wacky to be on Nemoralis' side.

The refugees will help, but I'm guessing they're not comfortable with the Cripeus administration and the Nemoralis government forces that move as they please.

On second thought, the Artel army sowed the seeds of a fishy wind tree because the demon asthma cannon landed on the Lacrimaris side of the island of Nenia. It would be too much hardship for a convoluted Lacrimaris to just send out a magician ship to deliver Nemoralis refugees to Amitostigma in a third country.

"If you report this in the country, people's hearts will lean towards Gen. Unuk Elhaia."

The spelldoctor Septentorio said in a sighing mixture, and Snegg nodded heavily.

"It's only a matter of time before Silva brings newspapers from the surrounding countries inside Nemoralis to solicit guerrillas," said Journitle and Razornik.

"It's not just Mr. Silva, it's the refugees who have returned home, the volunteers who are magically coming and going between foreign countries and Nemoralis, foreign reporters, embassy workers... I don't think there's any point in regulating the press because a lot of people know this information and can bring it to Nemoralis"

Furkill lined up the information inlet considering Snegg, the cousin of old lady Silva.

... Farkill you are a smart kid after all.

Amiella, impressed by the strange, tried to escape reality, but the list of related articles went into view and got caught in an unpleasant reality.

Lacrimaris Army, complete extermination of Windy Tree

Mysterious explosions at the base of the Artel Army.

One article is associated that seems irrelevant.

The matter of the Windy Tree was announced by the Royal Lacrimalis Army in relation to the same Tuman Forest. I can see this.

Other common denominator is "being a related country to this war," but out of many war-related articles, why did this come up?

... What does Artel's base have to do with the explosion and this article?

I was palpitated by the ominous imagination and a slight sweat seeped into my palms.

"I'm asking Mr. Agoni not to report this matter for the time being to someone on temporary broadcast, but I don't know how long I can keep it to myself at Nemoralis, and I'm scared after it spreads..."

"What do you mean?

The spelldoctor Septentorio dared to ask questions about Farkill's poorly toothed narrative.

"As the curse doctor said earlier, if the people find out that the government forces have recovered the demon asthma cannon, the angry people who say that Artel has fought the war because of the demon asthma cannon will be on the side of the Nemus Liberation Army, which has declared that it will dispose of the demon asthma cannon."

"Think normally, I guess. Because Ljabina also has branches of the Nemus Liberation Army, and more people come and go there every day."

Amiela took the pianist of the Lyabina Civic Orchestra seriously.

"Is that, like, an officer or something, you don't say anything?

"I'm busy and it doesn't seem to be the case. They help the police with dignity."

"Eh."

"Huh?

That surprised not only Amiela, but also Farkill and the spelldoctor.

Explain with an indescribable face by Sneg.

"Anyway, Lyabina has more people at once. Some flights can go straight to Amitostigma outside the lake blockade, so there's a lot of trouble."

It is impossible for the Nenian Islanders, who lost everything in the air raid, and the Cravel metropolitan people, who fled the coup, to gather in the farthest from the territory of Artel, without having to undergo an air raid, convenient transportation and a good place.

That's all with more people, more incidents and accidents.

"The people of the Lyabina branch of the Nemus Liberation Army volunteer, including security patrols for makeshift homes and the extermination of warcraft around the city of Lyabina, without overthrowing the Klipeus regime."

"Are you saying the police can't reach out to anyone who belongs to the organization that staged the coup but hasn't dyed their hands on the illegal activity"

The curse doctor dropped his shoulder.

Farkill makes a baffled voice.

"Uh... So, how's the army doing?

"The regional cities of Nemoralis, which were not hit by air, have been handled by government forces in maintaining defensive lines against Artel, exterminating warcraft and policing on Nenia Island, and responding to coups in the capital,"

"If you put your hands on the PLA in that situation, you could turn the flexed residents on the enemy, too"

A spelldoctor convinces me of the pianist's explanation.

Amiella didn't have much to say.

Farkill reluctantly asks.

"So Lyabina is completely controlled by the PLA?

"That's not what it is."

Sneg shakes his white hair like snow and shakes his head.

What do you mean?

The three men stood by the words of the citizens of Ljabina.

"There are also branches of star markers (servants). This one covertly preaches, hiding its purpose, and it's hard to tail out."

... Oh, well. Are there any hidden followers?

Born and raised in the autonomous community of Listwar, Amiera is an island of Nemoralis with many lake people, and I can't imagine what life they live.

"According to Mr. Rourke's information, one of the three branches in the city is the warehouse company's Oost presidential residence."

... Huh? Are you that rich?

Set aside Amiela's surprise, Sneigh continues to explain.

"Oostwarehouse Corporation employs a large number of helpless people as part timers and part-timers to support refugees."

"Is that what you're trying to sell and convert for?

Farkill speaks the same question as Amiela.

Snegg lowered his eyebrows and slightly raised the corner of his mouth.

"If you show me that blatant movement, it's easy to counter this one too... Comrade's research says that instead of in the warehouse's work manual or something, you're just weaving in a phrase that's adapted the wording of the Bible to make it chant every morning, before work"

"Oh, you're just like a volunteer slogan,"

Continue snorting at Amiela's whining.

"If residents or volunteers of temporary housing are opponents, you may be able to hit them with your hands to avoid spreading them any further, but you are lucky to have them as part of your work internally"

"Uh... the great people of the lake, won't they do anything? I'm not a general..."

Farkil told me that Amiela couldn't remember the name of the Lacus Nenia family owner.

"Where and what are you doing now, Sheratan Lord?

"You know the curse doctor."

Speaking to Snegg, Septentorio, the curse doctor of the people of the same lake as Lord Sheratan, looked bitter for a moment.

Exhale one as you gave up, drop your shoulders and say.

"This information has not yet been grasped by the press companies either. Swear to me we'll just talk about it here."

"Okay. Originally, Razornik and the others told me that the information I could give and the information I couldn't give was sour."

"Neither will I. I won't tell anyone."

Sneg takes his seat and goes around the doors and windows doing something one after the other.

It was the first spell I heard, and Amiela couldn't even pick up one of the words.