It's all one flower.

When Cruillo and Giorchi returned to the park, several autonomous chairmen of temporary housing and men of the people of the lake had gathered in front of the truck.

Leno and funeral home Agoni, DJ Rafe and Captain Solgnac correspond, and everyone else is on the carrier with the door half-closed.

"What's wrong?

Everyone turns to the voice of the national broadcast announcer at the same time.

Found an armband of the Nemus Liberation Army on the shoulders of the people of the lake, and Cruillo groaned.

With Leno's slightly hoarse face, he clearly calls the name.

"Mr. Jorch, the PLA people want me to teach them a song, and they're just saying no.

"Mr. Autonomous Chairman invited me to write a spell with him if I was free. I was here first, and I got cracked up."

Nemus Liberation Army soldiers smile bitterly at each other.

The spellmaker woman frowned slightly at Agoni's explanation, but did not deny it.

"Good morning, Announcer and employee. Now that the chicken's life blood is no longer available, I'd like to ask you to be experienced or a powerful people, if possible."

"We're all anxious about the Warcraft disturbance, so he wants to add more [stubborn symbols] to the temporary."

Agoni, the people of the lake, added to the explanation of the autonomous chairman of the people of the land.

"We will thank you as much as we can"

Turns out it wasn't a tough rub, and Cruillo lost his shoulder strength.

Announcer Jorch says in a voice familiar to his ear.

"As for the song, please wait until the broadcast the day after tomorrow. I don't have the original score on hand. If it's just the lyrics, it's in the city stores."

"As I said earlier, there's only one record, and there's no singing 'Tears of the Goddess' in it, and I can't give it to you. Record it on the book broadcast the day after tomorrow."

DJ Rafe says no with politeness but perseverance. The Nemus Liberation Army men looked at each other.

Captain Solgnac speaks out cold.

"I don't think it's a song about warcraft noise, but the PLA shouldn't work with the police to fight warcraft, right?

"We're not exterminators"

"You don't have a license, you don't have a permit, you can't do it on your own."

"I see, it's hard. But isn't it possible to consolidate the protection of the city? For example, helping her do her job"

For a moment, the autonomous chairman made his face strong, but turned off his expression and waited for the Nemus Liberation Army to react.

"I'll talk to you upstairs and get you back out. You interrupted."

When one seemingly leader said, the latter said nothing and followed him.

When the PLA turned around the corner of the street and became invisible, the air on the ground became lighter.

"I'm afraid I'm offering you something."

"No, no... it was a blind spot to say that those people would come to work so they wouldn't have time"

When Captain Solniak apologized, the spellmaker woman said it in an inclusive way and saw who they had left.

I scratch my head like Leno is sorry.

"I, an experienced person, just shredded the material and helped make ink a little bit, so maybe I can't help you."

"No, this is Suddenly, I'm afraid to ask for a generous favor."

With each other's heads bowed, the autonomous chairman took them to a section lined with temporary housing in the park.

When Cruillo went up to the carrier, Amana sat in a crate and was headed for the long desk with a difficult face. My father and Pinatifida and Elantis also sit in a crate with indescribable faces and round their backs.

"People of the PLA have gone away."

Amana looked up at her brother as Cruillo put her hand on his sister's shoulder. Tears come to my eyes the same color as Cruillo.

... Huh? Hey, until we get back, what kind of threats?

I look back at my father without speaking up.

I just saw the kids with a troubled face, and they didn't say anything.

"That song..."

Amana opened her mouth. Take a slow, deep breath, suppress the trembling voice and say.

"War, I want you to stop and I'm singing"

They, the Nemus Liberation Army, wanted a score in an operation to attack the autonomous community of Listver, inhabited by Kirkurs, in order to recruit them to military songs.

Boy soldier Morph frequently rubs the grass (Tsukusa). The fiber I gave you in my hand grew white and feathered. Even if the morphs didn't bowl in the mall, they would have listened to the broadcast.

I don't know what I would do if I refused.

If you were helping the police and getting along, there might have been a cop who meditated on their crimes.

... Well, on the other hand, at the corner, it might make you grow up not to turn friendly police against your enemies.

I told myself, Cruillo held my sister in tears without a voice.

Morph stares at a point in the universe and twists around the spreading grass, but it doesn't take any form. Medvege's eyes, which proceeded smoothly to knit the cage, watched the morph, not the hand.

The pharmacist (dull) Awellana has closed her eyes firmly in front of the pile of herbs.

"You can't give them the score."

Next to Awellana, his brother Aviace raised his voice.

Amana looks up at the words of an old fisherman and wipes her eyes with the back of her hand.

"You told me earlier, Mr. Announcer. I had the lyrics posted in the store. If we want to know, we just have to write it down with our own hands and bite the meaning of that ground song."

"But..."

"You think you can do it alone? I don't know how many people there are, but if they tell you to give it to me for the number of people, will you throw everything out and write it in total?

The voice that blocked Awellana and said in a breath was quiet, but I could feel it in my stomach.

Cruillo said.

"But if anything is done..."

"That's how I freak out, so they follow me in. As DJ's brother said, you can't give it to him because he's an important business monster. You just have to push him through."

The driver joined the fisherman.

Amana sees my father. My father, who was a company employee, said when he saw his daughter stop crying.

"I'm sure the great guys in the branch don't like being able to rub it with us?

What do you want me to do?

Morph asked before Amana.

"The current government... because we need the support of the people to defeat the Kripeus administration"

"Sisi of the people?

Morph tilts his neck.

"Yeah. Because if they don't trust the people where they complained about how much theocratic restoration and the destruction of demonic asthma cannons, there's nothing they can do. For example, anyone who suspects that 'you say you're going to destroy the Devil's Asthma Cannon, but you're not going to sneak it away' wouldn't cooperate with them?

"Is that what you call a monkey?

"Even if we can defeat the government successfully, we cannot continue to subdue the people by force alone. Hidden Kirkurs and star symbols are working in Kosovo, aren't they?

The boy soldier Morph of the Star Way Prostitute Army nodded with a bitter face.

"A lot of people have been hard hit in the battle of Cravel, and there are people everywhere who have escaped with their lives. It's hard to get the credit of locals who know the suffering of the city's people, but they're doing so well so far."

"So why...?

"At the corner, if you can rub it with us, even though you're developing a relationship of trust with the locals, the difficulty you've had is blistering."

Morph, admiring Jorch as "the old man on the radio," snorted.

"If a great guy in the branch can think of the area properly, why don't you come and apologize later?

In his father's explanation, Cruillo recalled the head of the Nemus Liberation Army branch in the city of Persiek. I wish I could talk to someone as calmly as that, but if I were that lower end kind, my concern swirls in the back of my chest.

"I won't write if you don't listen to me. I'll break your arm."

Amana ran out of words.

"Oh, hey, Amana..."

Cruillo accidentally grabbed both shoulders of his sister. Amana looks into Cruello's eyes and says as everyone watches worried.

"That song is from your big brother's local festival, right? If I knew they were going to use me to fight them, my brother and the villagers would be saddened."

"... well. Right."

I totally forgot.

A red-haired man I met at Cravel's Harbor Park told me it was a song from his hometown Summer Solstice Festival. Then I heard the needle Amiellas sing on the radio, but the broadcaster took over in the coup and was on the way.

The broadcast said it was a song from the village of Assaite in the Ougari Mountains.

"How are those brothers?

"I'm sure you'll be fine. He seemed strong."

The big man and I wore a Raptor badge (today) that Cruello didn't know about.