It's all one flower.

The head of the Nemus Liberation Army unit laughs at the spelldoctor Septentorio with his nose.

"Why are people who are also part of the Lacus Nenia family protecting the land culture in places like this?

"General Unuk Elhaia has protected the weak, as a samurai with power, not separating them by race, faith, etc. Don't you see?"

The captain shrugged his shoulder in a rough motion.

With the negotiator's frightened eyes, he alternates between the captain's back and the septentorio.

The confusion of the Nine, who refrain from rearward, passed through the night air to the square.

The captain sees a spell doctor in the upper hand.

"Do you think you have an obligation to answer me when I'm a bitch?

"After the war, I also discussed it with Lord Sheratan... but it made me feel painful that the hearts of the people of our lake had fallen apart. I want to protect, in the way I believe, a people who want peace. It's just that."

"Indeed, the Lord has not shown himself before us, and General Al Jadi has stayed in the government army and given to the people of the land… Prime Minister Kripeus of the main god"

"Bomb attacks will not go away where we have destroyed the Autonomous Communities. Look at Cravel's situation. Don't you see?

The captain pulled in a faint laugh, but did not return an answer to the question. Beyond the water wall, which sways in the light of the fire, the [plummeting eagle (eagle)] school badge (today) shines.

... If you get shot [Spear of Light], there's no water wall or anything like that.

The Spelldoctor Septentorio stands with his spine stretched out so that he cannot feel (but) frightened.

Those in the rear whispered.

Negotiators kneel a few more steps back.

"I am afraid of you. Are you aware of other star markers in the Autonomous Region? May I teach you something else?"

The captain turned around, but the negotiator wouldn't look up.

"Tell me, like the Autonomous Communities, it seems to do a lot of harm to innocent people. Even on the knees of General Unuk Elhaia, suspected Hidden Kirkurs, innocent powerless people are being persecuted. Some have been sentenced to private imprisonment by presumption. You can't possibly tell me."

"Because you don't know, can't you tell me?

The captain smiles lightly and looks back at his men.

Neither does the negotiator seem to be a wacko for believing in the identity of Septentorio, but he doesn't break his attitude as to whether he broke it off for information-gathering. The Nemus Liberation Army soldiers could not determine their attitude and did not move their expressions.

Many comrades, including Roark and Farkill, are risking their lives to gather base information on star markers scattered throughout the Republic of Nemoralis.

In his white pocket is an agent Razornik tablet device. All of that would be recorded on this notebook large machine.

... Even if I knew how to use the device, I can't give this information to them alone.

Roark and Jorch, the national broadcast announcer, rebel in his mind about the information compiled, filtering out and removing parts that can also be disclosed to the end combatants.

"If you crush a base scattered all over Nemoralis Island, it's a pot of star signs. Their aim is to incite repression of the Kirkurs, to sue the international community for human rights violations and to recruit, by legitimate means, the armed intervention of UN forces dominated by the Federation of Barbatum. Look at the big picture and weigh yourself in."

He looked up as if the negotiator had been played. The colour of mockery disappears from the captain's face.

The spelldoctor Septentorio folded.

"Just leave here straight away! Go and tell the commander. He told me to leave the soldiers so they wouldn't trample on the same thing as Deceased!

"May I tell you your name...?

The negotiator listens with a frightened eye.

"I don't mind. That's why I revealed it. If you were in that position in the Royal Army of Lacus Lacrimalis, you know me. Inviting U.N. troops to intervene by force would be the two dances of Decea. Tell them that the spelldoctor Septentorio Lacus Negna has ordered the soldiers to leave the Autonomous Community."

The captain stares down at the curse doctor with eyes of the same color.

A PLA soldier watches the captain and the spelldoctor who honors Lacus Nenia's family name.

A bunch of demons go silent at night.

Things that do not yet have the flesh of the world flow among the trees as they reshape like hectic clay craftsmen.

The captain put his right hand against his chest and drowned his head.

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Face up and hand signal behind your back. The crew simultaneously [jumped] and disappeared somewhere.

The negotiator who was kneeling (kneeling first) stood up and put his right hand against his chest.

"I will certainly convey your words to Klukwa Branch Manager Kapiyo."

"Please forgive me for my disrespectful steps, peacefully"

Negotiators and captains also [jumped] away.

The spelldoctor Septentorio tucked the water wall in an [infinite bottle] and neatly re-closed the lid to clean it up in his white pocket. We lose the [lights] of the troops and turn our backs on the unintentionally darkened streets of Kublum.

The Autonomous Communities did not move as solidified as stone statues in the corner of the square, even as the Nemus Liberation Army troops disappeared.

"If you stay, can I have one of your ancient newspapers?

When the curse doctor spoke, the newspaper man stood up like a spring doll and fished his luggage. As the others watch in horror, they dedicate part of the morning paper to the curse doctor with an award like gesture.

"You'll be fine in one piece."

Take only one piece and return the rest, wrapping it around the firewood (calf) so that it is conical. One end of the firewood was shaped to fit inside the hem of the newspaper skirt, dotted with [lights].

Improvised by impromptu lampshades, the pale light illuminates only beneath your feet.

"I'll put out the fire. Never turn the light upwards."

"Ha, ha, no! I'm in awe!

The spelldoctor Septentorio misled with a cough of bitter laughter.

"I was noble until the time of the old kingdom, and now we are the same common people as you, including Lord Sheratan."

"Heh? Yes, no, but, you know, you're a great man of the people of the lake, right?

"Those guys, give me back my hands like that... hey"

Newspapers and wives nod at each other.

"It was almost two hundred years ago. More than that, they have to come back. Let's go to the west cabin first."

He grabbed his luggage and firewood and stood up simultaneously, starting to move ahead a newspaper store with [lights]. The spelldoctor gently opens the [infinite bottle], extinguishes the fire and follows the tail.

Both sides of Kublum Street will accumulate dirt and sand to the height of the adult's shoulders, and there will be no light visible from below.

... How far would that unit have believed me?

More than half, I don't mind if you think it's a lie. I also know it's more impossible to talk to you about who the septentorio is and tell you to believe it.

However, apart from believing it or not, I only had to keep that information straight and pass it on to the commander so that no more city warfare would occur to stop the UN forces from intervening.

Exposed to extreme terror and tension, the footsteps of the powerless people who go the mountains of unfamiliar nights are heavy.

The spelldoctor Septentorio walks with his mouth open [infinite bottle] protected behind his back in his hands.

I know there will be no nights without dawn.

Still, the cabin and dawn were far away.