It's all one flower.

Razornik gets out from under the sermon stand and stands up.

"What I got pasted out is the lyrics to a song by the Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis, which says' All One Flower ', commemorating the centenary of its transition to a republican system, called National Cohesion. It's unfinished because half a century of civil unrest started during production."

A young man's finger strokes his tablet device.

Peaceful lake breeze

Hiraki Island celebrates a new dawn.

A clear female voice echoes the earlier melodies of the clarinet and echoes into the chapel.

The babies stopped crying.

There was a drop of tears from Kufushenka's eyes in the nostalgic singing.

"... Kalindula"

"Yes. Singing is singer Niptra Neumae. Prior to the civil unrest, it was Nemoralis Island, Mr. Kalindula, who lived in the manager's neighborhood. She's a wizard who trained in [singing] school, and she's a Fluxinus, but she married a Kirkurist man."

The breathtaking sounds of the Autonomous Communities overlapped in one.

Little island flowers shake in the morning sun in the lake (Umi) of Lacus

"That's how we were able to coexist before the civil unrest, as the people of the Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis and its successive republics. Niptra Neumae was chosen as a singer because she is the one who embodies national reconciliation"

"Such an idiot!

"Liar! There's no such thing as a wack!

"Don't bullshit me!

Anger rises from the young and devout Kirkurs.

Sad vows and dried up tears.

Let go of the weapon and walk

Niptra Neumae sings in an acapella, stitches a curse and leaves the chapel.

"Older people born before the civil unrest, I think you know, are there no more people older than the late eighties? How's the guy born in the first half of the civil unrest? He said he was from the country, and he was like that until about the end?

I'll never go back. Sorrow days, flames wrapped around the city.

And the men of understanding saw, haphazardly, Razornik and Kufshenka on the altar. But no one says anything about looking around and being scared of the momentum of those who raise their anger.

Sleep in peace. Put your hands together.

"I don't care what anyone tells me, I can't move past facts. Now you're denying that you're lying, and you're telling me you know the times before and during civil unrest? Because of those who deny it, so many groups of families of different faiths have been torn apart that they can't count."

Some of those who cried out the words of denial looked down in disgust, but many were even more absurd.

"Can you believe that mon!

"You're not the windy mouthpiece I found out about your youth habits!

"What are you, anyway?

Blue in the sky of Qing

The sunny wind of the clouds I dreamed of with my friends announces the end of the battle

The monk and mother who finished pumping water returned. A mother receives my child from the hands of an old man, thanking him many times.

"This is the song that brings peace, isn't it?

A ni monk who doesn't know what's going on listens.

And he that was absurd in his voice took one deep breath, and calmed his anger, and said,

"Dear dormitories, no. The witch is singing."

"If I hear this, my ears will rot!

"Hey! You! Stop it now!"

Sad vows and dried up tears.

Atonement for sin. Walk.

The old nigger slowly shook his neck to the side, stretching his spine and going up to the preaching platform.

"The value of a song is not determined by who sings it. Listen to this poem."

I didn't scream, but the strong voice of the monk reached every corner of the chapel. Those packed in the front row of the chapel see the lyrics affixed to the previous wall.

We're going to walk together...

"Trying to get rid of all people who have different beliefs and thoughts than you will be the same as the Nemus Liberation Army and the star markers (servants). We know that some of you gathered have been branded heretical by the stars and have been killed."

Fear and consternation, frightening and consent mixed eyes are directed at the ni monks who cut head-on and differed from the star's mark.

Turn down the chain of hatred and sorrow.

"The battle will not end as long as we try to get rid of different beliefs and thoughts with absurdity and sometimes violence"

In the silence that bites the words of the priest, the last passage was raised exaltedly.

Let's bloom together. One of these flowers.

As soon as the singing went away, a scream came up close to screaming.

"Now, there comes the fanatics of the Lake Goddess!

"You can't stop me with a song like this!

"Saints! Help!

"Give me this light of wisdom that pioneers darkness!

The baby cries, and the chapel turns into a crucible of fear and hustle.

Razornik shouts out in defeat to the crowd.

"The district manager said so. If the wizards think the ordinary people of the Autonomous Communities are the same people as themselves, they will not attack indiscriminately, and they will not reach out to those who cannot fight."

"The wizards are treating us like bugs right now!

"I'm sure they'll kill us all! Saint, please help me!

The anger and screams grew louder and louder.

"Be quiet."

In the voice of the priest standing at the door, the women hold their mouths and the men turn back to the door. The priest looks around and says:

"The Civic Hospital Curse Doctor (Jui), a wizard of the people of the lake and a Fluxinus, has helped severely injured patients who have been ambulantly transported from the Autonomous Region many times before."

"But that's why they killed all my friends."

"You should have left me alone"

Several heads shake vertically in the voice raised from the chapel.

"Don't get the problem wrong. Who saved it and who killed it? Which do you think did the really evil (ah) deeds?

The inquiry of the priest strikes the ears and hearts of those in the chapel and those who tunnel (or rather) outside without entering.

"But here, if you don't listen to the star sign, you'll be killed!

"If you say it's right or wrong, it doesn't mean it was murdered."

"You don't have a choice! Because it's better to kill the injured than to kill them all!

More head to snort at the scream.

The priest spoke of reality.

"The Republic of Banksia, with its cathedral, has designated the star emblem (servant) as an international terrorist organization. They rule this Listver Autonomous Community with heretical beliefs and violence."

"Well, the aim of the Nemus Liberation Army is to crush the star marks (servants) of the Autonomous Communities. The Civic Hospital's curse doctors told me they were from the lake, but the PLA moved, and they rushed to evacuate us so that we wouldn't all get into battle."

People looked back at the youth on the stage chirally and immediately turned to the priest at the main door.

"Flowers can be planted and blossomed in the same flowerbed, even if the colors are different. Can I remove the flowers because they have different colors?"

The voice that answered the priest's question did not rise, but a serene voice preached the powerless group.

"Faith is what is in the heart of each of us. It is not something that competes for advantages or disadvantages over others, nor is it something that can be used as a reason to eliminate others. Every flower of faith that grows dearly in your breasts is one and all honorable."

"Then the priest will tell the PLA and the district chiefs to stop fighting."

There was a voice coming up from somewhere, and people sipped and peered at the priest.

"I'm going to. I'll wait outside this door. If the star signs or the Nemus Liberation Army come, I will persuade them."

"But the Priest before the Western Diocese was on the star sign...!

"The priest, come inside!

"Who? The guy who set up the priest earlier. Ah!

The chapel became noisy again, but when the priest half-closed both open doors, he quieted back as if he had struck water.

"The poem of this song originally had only three lines. But in this war, not only people from different countries who have become refugees and support refugees, not only Nemoralis, but also Lacrimalis, Artel, Amitostigma, people from far away countries, people of all faiths of all positions, connected just because they want to end the war and restore peace, they've made it this far."

"It has nothing to do with us. It's a song I didn't know I could do."

An old man standing in front of a sermon turns to Razornik and says, "What's wrong with that?"

"Sure, it's a song I could do without my grandfather's knowledge, but it's not a song that has nothing to do with the Autonomous Communities. Those who escaped that winter fire and went outside the Autonomous Community are involved in the lyrics."

"Such an idiot!

"Believe me, don't believe me. Not if I'm watering down, but the cot I just said is true. This song is played by the Citizens' Orchestra of Nemoralis Island and it plays on FM radio and is available on the Internet. Even the temples of Lacrimaris and Amitostigma, many times in refugee-backed charitable concerts, were sung by famous singers, so it's pretty widespread outside the Autonomous Community, and I think you know the Nemus Liberation Army."

Razornik curled up so quickly that the faint crowd didn't have time to pinch his mouth and looked around the chapel with an invincible grin.

The gaze of people's suspicions pierces the youth too familiar with information outside the autonomous region like a needle mountain, but Lazolnik continues with a breeze where it blows.

"Who am I? I'm an informant. I use this tablet device to gather information. If you don't know what the tablet device is, ask the district manager or the newspaper manager later. The district manager has a device similar to this, and the newspaper shop has a knack for showing it to the district manager."

Razornik puts up a terminal to show the crowd.

"I know. The mayor asked the Cathedral of Banksia for help, so we got all the donations."

"Hey, so why don't you ask Artel or someplace for help?"

The suspicion turned into a plea.

Unfortunately, we're in a bad neighborhood and we have to get to Kublum Street to get the radio waves.

"Then don't stay like this and go to the mountains!

"You look good from what I've seen."

Razornik slowly shook his neck to the side so that everyone could see him.

"Earlier, you saw me consolidate the protection of the Church with old words written in the Bible, didn't you? This is the place to be, and if I stay away for a long time, I'm not gonna be able to protect everyone here, okay?

A cramped face is pointed at a half-closed door.

When the priest nodded loudly, a voice of despair rose from everywhere.

"That's why I left my spare device with the Civic Hospital curse doctor. He wants us to send him a message when we get to the radio."

"You have help coming, don't you?

People's faces shine in hope.

... Where the hell did you get in touch?

Kufushenka saw the young men beside him, but now it was a fool to ask the question.

"That's why I want everyone to play this song."

"Why are you singing at a time like this...!

Naturally.

"The Nemus Liberation Army is a wizard on foot. It's a bomber, not a wack to drop a bomb from a high place where you can't get a voice on the ground. I think it's hard for us to suddenly attack where we can hear 'Songs for Peace' that we know, don't we?

"But will you really stop with about a song?

The old woman twists her neck.

"Right. But instead of doing anything, I guess I should be distracted?

As Viola stood nearby said, the people around her nodded and looked up at the lyrics pasted on the wall.

"Let's see if it's a bee or a bee."

"There's nothing we can do about it."

"If you could avoid the attack as much as you sang, you'd be a moneymaker."

Nodding at the consenting voices that rose one after the other, Razornik stroked the terminal again.

People listen to Kalindula singing.

Those who cursed that it was a witch song said nothing but a bitter face.

"Regards, Mr. Razornik"

"Okay. Keep the priest safe!

When Razornik waved loudly, the priest closed the rest of the door.