It's all one flower.

Wait for dawn and [jump] to the port town of Noji at the northern end of the territory of the Kingdom of Lacrimalis. From the streets of Kublum in the mountains, he literally, instantly descended at the foot of the south.

Last year, when the two of us visited with the needle Sarotka of the people of the Autonomous Region, the North Gate facing the Kublum Mountains was tightly closed and not opened enough to scream, but now it is open.

A luggage truck or light truck leaves the cobblestone path one after the other for the harvest of spring vegetables.

The spelldoctor Septentorio dived the gate against the flow of people and cars.

In the autonomous community of Listwar, the territory of the Republic of Nemoralis to the north, across the Kublum Mountains, the Nemus Liberation Army of the Fraxinus "goddess of the lake" and the star sign (the servant), which marks Kirkurist fundamentalism, are engaged in battle.

The main force behind the coup d 'état in the capital, Cravel, is the wizard of the people of the same lake as Septentorio. That, too, seems to be a lot of magic warriors, such as ex-military and incumbent military personnel. The star symbol (servant) responded with a firearm that had been smuggled into relief supplies, causing casualties on both sides.

Citizens of Noji have no reason to know that, and most residents sleep in thin mornings.

The spelldoctor Septentorio carried the expectations of the people of the Autonomous Communities who had left them on Kublum Street all by themselves, searching for the figure of the haulier Fiarlka.

A short walk south saw a small square. A precautionary sign appears marked "Jump Permit Point". She waves under the adorable Qin Peel (Tonerico) tree.

The spelldoctor Septentorio entered the square on a small run.

"Oh, good morning, Dr. Curse. He didn't get it, did he?"

"No, Lazolnik hasn't read your message"

"What do you say, Cotto?

A fellow woman gives a shapely green eyebrow root.

"I saved the device and sent it to you."

"Who is he?

"We maintain [stubborn] technique in the church"

"Well done for letting me in."

The haulier opened his green eyes.

The spelldoctor explored his pockets in white under his cape and put out a tablet device entrusted to him by an intelligence agent. Fiarlka stroked the thin board of the machine with a familiar hand and read the record set by intelligence agent Razornik.

"Looks like the PLA will have a dead man too if we attack them as far as rural areas. What's going on with the war now?

"I was protecting the Autonomous Communities people who fled to Kublum Street… According to the PLA troops who came up to the streets, even factory zone fights appear to have resulted in injuries on the PLA side. Perhaps he wiped out all the star signs that were in the factory."

The haulier returns the terminal and asks.

"What happened to that unit?

"I have ordered the commander to withdraw his troops, and I asked him to pick them up in peace."

"Yeah. Orders. Well, if you're intoxicated by General Unuk Elhaia, you'll obey your orders."

The spelldoctor Septentorio sees Fiarluca as Gyoo.

She was once a cleric serving Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake, but turned to a haulier after half a century of civil unrest, returning the crest of one flower.

... did this person also know who I was?

Carrier Fiarluca removed the paper wrap and disposable mask from the shoulder bag as if nothing had happened.

"Once you have eaten it, the commander will climb the mountain path and return to the area you do not wish for. We don't have time to shave, so hide it."

"Ah..."

I caressed my jaw unexpectedly. The top half of my face hides if I wear a hood, but the green beard I left overnight cannot be deluded. The young Autonomous Communities have never seen the people of the lake. It would be creepy to see if there was even a mold in the jaw.

The two of us get our hips down to the bench in the corner.

As soon as I took a sip of the sandwich, I remembered that I hadn't eaten anything since noon yesterday. The dishes are fried vegetables and sauces with green and blue. If the people of the land spoke, they would be addicted, but the people of the lake, the Septentorio, felt like fatigue would blow away.

"Oh, yeah, yeah. Nemoralis Grief Squad. The base in North Zakart has been destroyed."

"Ngu?

A bottle of vegetable juice is offered to a curse doctor with a clogged throat.

"There was a bomb attack at Rufus Seminary, you know?

The spelldoctor contained the juice in his mouth and shook his neck sideways.

"President Poderes is angry with Cancún because most of the elite theological students in the clergy course have been killed or injured, and Artel's national sentiments are anti-nemoralistic. My neighbor, Lanista, and the Barbatum Federation of Alton Gaza have organized rescue teams and everything, and they're pretty much out of control. So, the Nemoralis government and the Grief Squad have gone too far, so they put it in a checkbox."

The spelldoctor asked, somehow pouring in a sandwich with vegetable juice.

"Mr. Oriol...... do you have any idea what happened to the moderates on Lanterna Island?

"What? Worried about guerrillas? That it is a great spirit of fraternity.... I'm still showing you how to obey the intentions of the government forces, so leave it at the moment. But I can't believe it's just a matter of time."

Fiarlka, who became a haulier, apparently carries information in addition to people and things.

The spelldoctor Septentorio now tried to think about the reasons and purposes disclosed, but his head, which he could not sleep with, was only emptied and could not make any judgment.

Cheeks the last bite, dumps an empty bottle and wrapping paper in the chip cage and stands up.

"I'm coming too. The curse doctor went to church with relief supplies."

"Okay."

The spelldoctor Septentorio left the North Gate with the haulier Fiarluca and [jumped] into the decaying cabin on Kublum Street.