It's all one flower.

"I hung [mute] so my voice wouldn't leak. Spelldoctor, go ahead."

The curse doctor of the people of the lake beckoned Snegg and told him in a suppressed voice.

"Sheratan, my lord, your fate."

"The theory that he was killed against General Unuk Elhaia is a free rumor, isn't it?"

Farkill is horrified.

The spelldoctor Septentorio nodded and lowered his eyes, dropping his voice to the floor.

"We cannot afford to intervene in this war, doing everything we can to maintain the water level of Lake Lacus."

"Lake Lacus water level?

Until recently, Amiella, who has lived as a Kirkulus, doesn't know what she's talking about.

Farkill manipulated the tablet terminal to display a crease graph.

"It was just before half a century of civil unrest, the water level of Lake Lacus after civil unrest."

The water level was clearly down compared to before the civil unrest of half a century.

After the civil unrest there has been a recovery trend, but the change has been moderate and has not yet reached before the civil unrest, thirty years after peace.

"Er...?

Amiella still doesn't swallow well.

The curse doctor of the people of the lake explained it plainly.

"The water level on Lake Lacus is preserved by the prayers of those living in the region"

"Mr. Amiela, you were visiting the temple of the king's capital, weren't you? It's about that."

I remembered in a word of Farkill.

[Crystal of Magic], made into a pile in the temple aisle, a group of Fraxinus who hold it and go back. An altar dedicated to absorbing magic and glowing lightly [crystals].

"From the temples on the shores of Lake Lacus, magic is gathered in the tears of the goddess, arguably the nucleus of Lacus, some of which are also turned to the maintenance of the Fluxinus-like trees and the Sturasi-like rocky mountains, but the majority of which are used to maintain the seal of the blue (seibu) and drought dragons that produce water"

The spelldoctor's description and the graph on the terminal finally connected, and Amiela was breathtaking.

The Nemoralis territory in the northern part of the island of Nenia was devastated by an aerial attack by Artel and a warcraft that gained strength by eating a body. At the same time, the temple, which is the source of magic, was lost, and for that matter, the power of the Blue Bull would have waned.

... Are you making up for what's missing by yourself?

The spelldoctor keeps explaining.

"Precipitation is not significantly different from that of a normal year, but more than a year after the start of this war, after all, the water level on Lake Lacus continues to decline"

"What? Then if the war continues and the temple can't be rebuilt all the time, the lake will dry up...?

The curse doctor nodded bitterly at Amiela's doubts.

"Never fully dried up yet in history, but the harm of falling water levels comes out before"

"If shallow areas dried up and the bottom of the lake was exposed, there would be a lot of damage to agriculture and forestry."

When the needle tilted its neck, Sneg explained to me, but it didn't pin.

"The water, even if it's still there...? Um, because it's gonna be hard to water?

Amiella remembered that on a summer day, we all made home vegetable gardens in the strongholds of the island of Lanterna, putting out the sperm for watering and grass ri.

Cruillo sprinkled me with [manicured water], but if it was just a powerless people, I would have had to draw water into a barrel and sprinkle it with a patterned cup at a time, which would have been a lot of heavy labor.

"Lacus is a salt lake. If the bottom of the lake is even partially exposed, the salt accumulated there will be flown into the wind and exposed to salt damage up to the hinterland."

"Ahh!"

The Barack area of the Ristova Autonomous Region, where Amiela lived, is a lowland, with terrible salt damage. Well water was salty and partly contaminated with mineral poison leaking from Copper Mountains in the Kublum Mountains.

From the shore of the lake to the front of the Sheeney Green Space, it is a barren land with strong salt gas.

Planters were stuffed with soil picked from mountains and green spaces, and some attempted to grow vegetables, but the results were not easy.

Elementary and secondary schools were built on tightened and consolidated soil, and the trees in the school yard were properly grown, but there was no other place for trees to grow.

"If salt damage progresses, trees and grasses wither, and the earth's water retention decreases, rain will wash away the soil and sand on the surface, and the bottom of the lake will be buried into a vicious circle. The food damage caused by salt damage will not only remain in the Hunan and Hudong regions, as opposed to the warring countries"

Negative effects on a wide range that I don't even think about.

Knowing the seriousness of the matter on the harsh face of the spelldoctor, Amiela held her own shoulder. I'm not cold, but I can't stop shivering.

"It will also affect the Seven Kingdoms of the remote Lake North region. The sealed land of Murtiflora is located quite inland, but we do not know how far the effects of thirst water reach."

In the unlikely event that the kingdom of Murtiflora also suffers a great deal of salt damage and the seal of the demons of the Three Kingdoms is lifted, the disaster will not be comparable to that of a drought dragon.

... All of the Lake North regions are magical countries, and they'll take care of something before they do, right?

The Seven Kingdoms of Hubei penetrate non-interference against other countries.

We will form an alliance to maintain the seal of the demons of the Three Kingdoms and unite ourselves in the defence of the kingdom of Murtiflora, but we will not intervene in the conflicts in the remote Hunan region.

Silence was now observed even during the civil unrest of half a century.

A curse doctor of the people of the lake drops his gaze on the tablet terminal on the desk.

"Lord Sheratan said that if all the people could live alone in peace, the regime would be fine."

... that? When did you hear about such a great man, Dr. Curse?

He broke his waist, and Amiella could not hear him.

Farkill asks questions without worrying.

"Are you sure you don't mind the government?

"Yes, he said he wouldn't mind defeating the Cripeus regime, which was secretly studying the weaponization of demonic asthma cannons, and another regime maintaining the institutions of democracy, or annexed to the Lacrimalis kingdom, and coming under royal rule"

"What? Oh, you know, the Lacus Nenia family...?

Now the voices of Farkill and Amiela were aligned.

The spelldoctor Septentorio looks up from the terminal and says quietly.

"Prince Sheratan says the Lacus Nenia family is against taking the seat of power again. You are not comfortable with General Unuk Elhaia's silence on the actions of the Nemus Liberation Army."

It's like we've been seeing each other in person and talking.

Too much to worry about than that, Amiela wondered from which.

Farkill turns his voice upside down and listens.

"Oh, uh, didn't the general say he was silent, that the general created the Nemus Liberation Army and ordered it?

"I don't know much about it either, but it probably does. If you are silent on the fact that barbarism is committed in your name, it is tantamount to giving you recourse… I do not know where or what the General himself is doing, but it is the same crime"

Farkill nodded with a hard look at the curse doctor's intense words.

In this boy's proposal, a questionnaire of refugees was conducted, and he himself worked hard on the tally. Amiella, too, was told a lot by the Archiones who helped her tally, so a dark shadow falls in her heart.

Anger pokes his mouth out.

"Isn't prayer good in any temple? How can our Lord not oppose the present administration? The Lord is a better man than the general, isn't he? Why won't you stop the coup? If you're not going to stop it, isn't the Lord the same crime!

I don't know where Lord Sheratan is praying, but if the war ends and people who have left the country as refugees return to their places of origin and rebuild the temple, the water level will recover quicker than the Lord alone prays.

Spelldoctor Septentorio held the [Blue One-Winged] school badge (today) raised from his neck and breathed deeply several times, he said.

"There seems to be a lot of things in the Lacus Nenia family. Our present-day Sheratan is less than three hundred years old and a young woman as a long-lived race. A magical warrior of a hundred wars, far too old to suppress General Unuk Elhaia or General Al Jadi."

"What? Is that Cotto that the people of the lake are cracking into Prince Sheratan, who wants us to stop the war, General Unuk Elhaia, who wants us to restore our theocracy, and General Al Jadi, who wants us to maintain the status quo?

Farkill rounds his eyes.

"That's right. I'm not sure if the people have that awareness, but I have to say the current situation, it does."

"In addition to that, the Nemoralists are not a single rock, even though there are the Fluxinus of the people of the land and the Kirkurs both within and outside the Autonomous Community, who are at war with Artel"

Pianist Sneigh counted the factions within the Nemoralis Republic with one thin, long finger at a time.

Seeing only against Artel has divided us into a majority of the Klipeus regime that does not want soldiers to focus on national defense and go out to the mainland of Artel, a Nemus Liberation Army that wants to defeat the current regime, dispose of demonic asthma cannons and fight Artel, a Nemoralis Grief Squad of militant guerrillas who do anything in retaliation, a people who have no choice but to get involved and flee without the art of forming them, and a star sign (a servant) of terror within the Republic of Nemoralis through Artel.

If the war prolongs, water levels will continue to decline and all lives living on the banks (banks) of Lake Lacus will be threatened.

Farkill manipulated the laptop and replaced the screen with an article entitled "Lacrimaris Army, Finished Eradicating the Bloody Wind Tree".

"So you issued a safety declaration? To make it easier for inland people in the Lake East region to pilgrimage to the Holy Land."

"You'll have that, too. Not long ago, in Decea in the Lake East region, did you know that the civil war was over?

Farkill snorts at the curse doctor's inquiry.

Amiella didn't know, but she feels like someone was saying, slightly pulling her jaw to encourage her to continue.

"The Kirkurs side, supported by the Federation of Barbatum, won, and the Fluxinus were pushed into a narrow autonomous community or spilled into the surrounding countries as refugees, and the temples that were in the Dycare's country were largely destroyed"

Sneg, a citizen of Lyabina on the opposite bank, points to a graph of the tablet terminal.

"Declining water levels also occurred under the influence of Decea"

"Ah..."

After a while of crawling, it slipped back a few years ago and had clearly fallen last year.

Spelldoctor Septentorio looks into the eyes of Amiela, a former Kirkulus man, and says:

"I don't mind people without power believing in Kirkulus. But in this way, we will strangle ourselves by eliminating Fraxinus."

"But you don't listen to people who are solidified in their faith, like star marks, do you?

Farkill spewed out words in agony.

"But there are people who don't deny the faith of Fraxinus, like Dr. Laqueus, the manager of Khushchenka, and Captain Solniak. If only we could all get along like we used to..."

Because we can't do that, there's a war going on, and we can't even find the thread for a truce.

Amiela lost sight of the words ahead and shut her mouth.