It's all one flower.

Razornik shoots his hand into the pocket of his spring coat and makes a characha-la noise.

"I temporarily changed my face and also brought something that I could be like someone else... I guess not"

"It's magical, isn't it?

Razornik raises the corner of his mouth to the dry voice of the priest.

"Only while you're lifting it from your neck, it's a piece of jewellery with [makeup]. The magic is caged, so even the powerless people won't be effective for as long as during the interview."

The priest does not answer.

"Well, even if the priest isn't around, I won't force him to use it if he doesn't like it. I have to show you up from the neck, Hanashi. For lack of expression, persuasiveness is lost, but you can't help it."

A newspaperman brought two chairs over from the kitchen. Razornik helps arrange the chair, takes the tripod out of the waist porch and assembles it handily.

"Um, so, here... that's the sensei then, right?

The newspaperman's voice shakes anxiously.

The spelldoctor Septentorio replied, without taking the hood.

"That's right.... because I didn't hear he was going to be there"

He turned to the priest and immediately turned to the newspaper shop.

Your voice brightens to a familiar voice.

"Long time no see. Sensei, too, looks better than anything else. How's Sarotka doing?

"I'm working with Mr. Amiela on a needle job. They gave me this too."

"Heh, it's a big mon. You're doing fine, aren't you? I was just talking about the priest's nya sensei, so it's okay to take it off."

Newspapers gaze at the complexion of the two.

The priest nodded.

I heard you were a curse doctor at Zerneau City Central Civic Hospital.

"Are you also a people of the lake?

The priest, about the same age as Captain Solniak, said, pulling his jaw without letting his hair in.

"Many times before, thank you for saving the inhabitants of the Autonomous Community of Listver from the abyss of death. I must thank you sooner, as I gave you my faithful permission for the agreement, and I'm afraid it's very late."

Deeply bow your head and break your hips.

"I, long before the civil unrest of half a century, have also healed the wounds of the Kirkurs if I so wish. It was not the Fraxinus who denied it and harmed the healed, but the Kirkurist fundamentalists, such as the star sign."

The spelldoctor removes the hood and exchanges his gaze with the priest who raised his face.

The priest showed slight agitation in his green hair, but spoke affirmation at the same time as a sigh.

"It's still going on."

I couldn't find any words in the wizard's septentorio to hang on a priest who dropped his shoulders helplessly.

"Thank you for waiting. Let's get started."

The smell began to smell delicious from the surrounding houses, but the shooting began without eating anything.

Manager Kufshenka and Captain Solnyak sit back in the chair and check the tablet terminal Lazolnik has attached to the tripod.

Razornik, the photographer, signaled the two as the spell doctor Septentorio retrieved the manager's cane and stood by the door.

"What should we talk about today?

"Tell me what life was like during the civil unrest of half a century"

Captain Solniak dared not say "before the civil unrest".

Older women who will remember in detail what happened before that will only have enough to count within the Listver Autonomous Region. Besides, if you are one who can speak well, so too have you named.

Manager Kufshenka looked fifty young in a costume prepared by Razornik.

"Right. Back then, we still lived on the island of Nemoralis, and we Kirkurs lived protected from demons and warcraft by the magical barrier that surrounded the city. I asked you not to show your face because it's dangerous to talk like this in the current Autonomous Community."

"Right. I'm glad I was protected by magic in the old days, etc., and in the Autonomous Communities, even if my mouth is torn, I can't say it outside the house"

Captain Solniak nods and holds his fist on his lap.

"What I lived in was a small rural area at the foot of the Ougali Mountains"

"Oh, so there was no fence?

"No, it wasn't high enough to call it a barrier, but there were walls made of soil and stone about the height of the waist."

The old woman surprises me.

"So maybe they jumped over it?

"There was magic hanging on the walls, too, so we couldn't get beyond demons and warcraft."

"Really? Was there a wizard in that village?

"Yes, the people of the mighty land and the people of the lake, and we, the people of the powerless land, dwelt in a mixture"

He was really surprised by this.

Manager Kufshenka rounds his eyes and takes a serious look at a magnificent man about half his age. The priest also paid attention to Captain Solniak.

"The walls had the luxury of delivering [the sorcerer's tears], and they were also the wizard's graveyard."

"The fence surrounding the village was the tomb?

"Yes, even after they died, they were protecting us from demons and other things, without segregating people living in villages by race or faith."

The screen on the tablet terminal showed the surprise of manager Kufshenka, who only pictured them from the neck down but held his chest with both hands.

"Even though it was rural, it was near the city, so a variety of people would have lived in the mix. In one elementary school in the village, a child with green hair, a child without magic, and a child without magic, were learning together side by side."

"You guys didn't get bullied or anything? To the Wizard's Child."

"I don't remember anything in particular being done. I was playing with the Wizard's Kid without thinking."

The priest is small and breathtaking.

Kufshenka manager speaks in a calm voice.

"You were in a civil unrest, but only that village was disputed, and you were able to have peace? The city I lived in started with the discontinuation of sales to pagans and stuff, and it was a city war, and I fled everywhere and crossed over to Nenia Island."

"That's what the city was going to do. There was also a little bit of" Isaka "in the village, but we were all farmers for our ancestors. I can't live off the land, so I don't think it would have been that much of a fierce dispute. Just..."

"Just, what could it be?

"Because I can't confirm whether someone who didn't go back to the nearby woods to pick mushrooms and medicinal herbs was eaten by demons or killed by pagans"

In heavy silence, a hand wearing Kufshenka manager's gloves rubs a handkerchief on his knees.

Captain Solniak rapped sometime, changing the subject and proceeding with the conversation.

"The village had one Kirkulus church at a time and one Fraxinus temple at a time. They were both small places, but there were some proper priests."

"It's a small village, but there were two other temples besides the church, right?

"No, one church and one temple at a time, and the priest was alone in the village"

Anyone but Captain Solniak tilts his neck small.

Spelldoctor Septentorio traced the memories of the days of the former Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimaris, recalling several towns and villages sent with the Warcraft Crusade as military doctors.

"I wonder what that means? Even the same Fraxinus believed differently in the people of the land and the people of the lake."

"The people of that village lake and the people of land believed in Sturasi, the god of rocky mountains. Now that I think about it, because I was a minority in Fraxinus, maybe I didn't make a big deal of noise with those of us who differ in faith."

"Even if we were different races, we could have lived together because the faith of the powerful land people and the people of the lake was the same?

"At the time, I was still young, so I know what adults thought of living."

Captain Solniak carefully avoided determination.

If you decide, you will not be accepted as "united in faith, you will be at peace". The quest for peace becomes a message of incitement to further fighting, "Eliminate pagans".

To a dangerous word, the spelldoctor Septentorio wiped a cold sweat.

"We were all playing together, even if we were brothers and sisters and had different faiths"

Do you miss your friends and your neighbors and your family? Do you miss your childhood in the midst of the war, when you had days as calm as that?

Captain Solniak's voice was grieving.

"I also know a couple of families with different faiths, but they were all married and the kids had the same faith."

"In my hometown, I didn't send a powerful people to foster children when they were born in Kirkuls' homes"

"Oh, so what happened?

"Normally I lived with other families at home, after school, going to the temple, learning how to control magic and the teachings of Fluxinus"

"Well... what happened to our opposite home?

Kufshenka asks at the front.

"If a powerless people were born in the house of a powerful people, they were letting their faith be chosen at the same time as their child's elementary school enrollment"

"You're a powerless people, but you don't mind choosing Fraxinus, not Kirkrus?

Kufshenka is aware of the audience and asks them what they know.

"Fraxinus also recognizes faith in those who have no magic"

"Wouldn't we be out of company in the house?

Ask one question after another to represent the viewer of the video.

"The child of the household, who said so, had a church or a temple in the boulder to keep him in foster care."

In Captain Solniak's home village, he would have created a mechanism that independently did not deny each other's existence or faith.

Among Fraxinus, he did not join the frenzy of ethnic self-determination that blew the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic because he was a minority Sturasian.

... Before the civil unrest, there was no system per se, but indeed, in society as a whole, there was an implicit understanding, as he called it.

That's when the air of the times swept away.