It's all one flower.

Usually, it's time to patrol the Refugee Camp clinics, but today is the summer capital of Amitostigma, waiting for the promised time.

Interviews with those who had rented a room in the mansion to Mariana, the supporter of the activity, and had fled from the autonomous community of Listwar to Amitostigma, had already been completed.

Currently, people who are bright on the Internet, mainly in Lazolnik, are working in separate rooms to edit interview videos.

The video itself was uncut, and he said he would not change the content of his statement, but only the needle Amiella and her junior Sarotka, the spelldoctor septentorio who interviewed Senator Laqueus, and the three voices, who would change it with machines and not know who they were.

The rucksack by the side is packed with Barbatum Federally made preserved and nursing foods, props for costumes, and letters from Congressman Laqueus.

There are three inflated backpacks.

Spelldoctor Septentorio and intelligence agent Razornik, and Captain Solniak, survivors of the Star Road Prostitute Army, hold. The person to give it to is Senator Raqueus' sister Kufushenka.

Some of the leading players in the Listwer Autonomous Region have access to the Internet on smuggled tablet terminals for communication and information gathering with the outside world.

In case you think about it, come to the recording after falsifying the look of the room and who you are with the props you brought.

The spelldoctor Septentorio was weaving a hooded cape that covered his entire body perfectly from above a white coat embroidered with his usual clothes and various defensive techniques and curse marks.

The cape has not been subjected to any technique. It's just a blindfold.

... Totally suspicious.

There was no way for the Septentorio, the people of the lake, to enter the Autonomous Community of the Kirkurs. In ornaments with the technique of [cosmetics] used for disguise, even if they are somewhat false in appearance, they cannot be deluded up to race.

Dyeing other colors of green hair, the greatest characteristic of the people of the lake, was very difficult to accept for Septentorio.

With Lazolnik's suggestion, he settled down perfectly just to look like this suspicious man.

The cloak was filled with Amiella and Salotka in just a few hours.

"Now, I hope you mislead me."

"Sensei, please be careful not to be found by anyone with the star mark."

"Thank you. I'll be careful."

They did not make a single disgusting face on the septentorio with more extra work, but instead cared for the curse doctors of the people of the lake.

Septentorio said I was sorry that I could only say a few words of gratitude.

"Okay, Doctor Spell, wait a minute."

Funeral home Agoni arrived a little earlier than the promised time. The three of us exchange unusual greetings.

The former terrorist of the Kirkurs, who had been face-to-face for a long time, had, as always, a calm eye like Lake Lacus.

It was the entire society of the Nemoralis Republic, founded after half a century of civil unrest, that drove this quiet man to terrorism, the spelldoctor Septentorio thinks.

A servant from the Mariana house called for Lazolnik, who was working on the editing.

Razornik is a blonde land citizen who did not originally wear any badges (today). [Spiritual dove] I wasn't sure if it was a school or if it held the badge of another school.

Okay, let's go.

"Ooh, be careful. I'll talk to the boys for a minute, buy some vegetables, and we'll go back to Yarbraka."

Razornik says in light condition and Agoni responds as well.

… Did the scaly spider (urocogumo) stop the vegetables from arriving?

We'll have stockpiles, and we'll get fish, so it doesn't look like we're going to starve any time soon, but that one looks tough over there.

"Today, maybe, just the recording will crush the day, so I'll see you tomorrow for a tour of the Autonomous Communities"

I'll pick you up the day after tomorrow.

Neither did the two wizards change Captain Solgnac's expression.

Three men carrying large baggage go to the white city of the summer capital. The lack of [endless bags] increased the number of passers-by with luggage, but there were no large luggage for these three people.

Leaving the gate, young leaves enter the adorable meadow and hold hands.

"The destination is the bedroom of Senator Raqueus' sister, Mr. Kufushenka's home and store"

The spelldoctor Septentorio cast a [leap] spell following the explanation.

Following a feeling similar to glare (dizziness), the view of the hills covered in young grass turns into that room engraved in the memory of the Septentorio.

The old mistress of this house had closed the curtains tightly so that she could not see them from the outside.

Razornik said something in powerful words and shoved his ear against the door. It's the first spell that a spell doctor hears. I did that for a while, and when I let go of my ear, I knocked three times and waited.

Following the sound of a wand striking the floor and multiple footsteps, the door opened in front of the three people who were to be seated.

In the room where the lights were dotted, an old woman, Kufushenka, and a newspaper shop that day, and a man wearing the clothes of a Kirkurist priest, enter.

"Welcome aboard. This is the priest of the Eastern Diocese and the manager of the Holy Light Newspaper Office. Today, we invite you to be present for this discussion and to show you around the Autonomous Community later."

There was no such talk at all under the prior arrangement.

... I can't help what's come.

When Septentorio looked at the intelligence agent, Lazolnik agreed with him, lightly clasped his shoulders and unloaded his package.

"Mr. Solgnac, you're safe."

"Medvege and Morph, the needles that were employees here are safe, too."

The priest moistened his eyes with the safety of the face he saw, but Captain Solniak reported pale. The spelldoctor Septentorio twisted his neck inside to the temperature difference between the two, but silently puts the hood on deep in his eyes.

"Was she safe, too? Every week since your father died, I've been looking forward to postprayer treats, but at some point I stopped coming, and I've been showing you."

"Now I'm building and living the grass."

Next to the two of you talking, Razornik gets ready for it.

A thin woven fabric was laid on the floor, a sticky cheap wallpaper was affixed to a sheet wall of innocent wood, and another cloth was suspended with a hook on the curtain rail. They all seem to have scattered stars in the night sky.

"So, Mr. Store Manager, can you get dressed for this? It's fashionable among the young cots in Barbatum."

A light coloured front opening piece with frills around the star-shaped buttons. Lightweight knitted cardigans are earthy, hip-length, and a wide range of belts are dark green and shiny.

Light glove colors resemble skin and will look like youthful hands in the long run.

"And this, wrap it around your neck"

Finally, he put out a young grass-colored scarf, fluttering over the clothes the old woman received.

"Do you want me to disguise you as your young daughter?

"It's just clothes that the manager doesn't seem to have, and there's nothing else. I'll change my voice later, and when I'm done recording it, I'll retrieve it all and make sure I don't find out."

Razornik says the second half to the priest and the newspaper.

When the two nodded, the manager of Kufshenka went to the separate room to change clothes.

Captain Solniak unloads his luggage.

It's a preserved meal.

The spelldoctor Septentorio also moved his shoulders back under his cape and carefully unloaded his backpack so that his white spell and green hair would not be exposed.

A load of shoulders descends in the literal sense, exhaling unexpectedly.

The priest overtly turned his vigilant eyes to the Suspect of the Cloak and heard.

"Mr Solgnac, Mr Medvege and Mr Morph, where are you now?

"It's a much farther safe place. To what extent do priests know what's going on outside the Autonomous Community?

"I don't know anything more than newspaper reports"

"The district chiefs seem to know more about it by reading Artel's newspaper somehow."

Newspapers say abominably.

… you don't share that information with other stars (servants) in the Autonomous Region.

"Can I borrow your chair? Grandma, you can't just stand there all the time during the interview, it's tight, right?

"Oh, this guy's out of his mind."

The newspaper shop ran to the kitchen.