It's all one flower.

"Er... I still don't know what I can do to end the war"

To be honest with Cruillo, the residents and volunteers who were at the assembly hall uniformly caught the white air, "Did you ever soami?"

"But, so... I don't know, I don't think I'm gonna do anything, I think I'm gonna have to think about it."

"To put an end to this war, people from all countries are working together, wisely."

There was no response to Cruillo's words, but, according to Medvege, the people of the makeshift dwellings whispered among themselves. Medvege picks up that voice and tells a specific story.

"I have the means to deliver a song to Artel, and some of the Artelians, the war has gone to hell, have taken refuge in a foreign country, and are cooperating in this operation."

People look at me.

"Can the Artist be trusted?

An old man hears in a voice mixed with disbelief and suspicion.

"There's only one Cotto I've met. I can trust him."

"How can you be so sure?

"I realized the contradiction of Artel's Kirkulus sect, and he left the country to do it."

"That and where and how do we know each other?

To the question of the old man, the residents and volunteers of the makeshift dwelling nod that it was a natural question and pour a gaze of skepticism on Medvege.

"It's Wang Du. We came back to Cravel by boat, but he crossed over to Amitostigma."

"We're using the Internet to spread information about this war around the world, and we're rocking the Alton Gaza continent and other Kirkuri countries around the world."

When Cruillo accompanied him, a voice of doubt flew.

"So what's going to happen?

"At least, thanks to that person, support for refugee camps has been generous. Donations were also collected from people in Kirkulus."

"Really?

"Well, I can't confirm it with Nemoralis, but we were shown it while we were in Lacrimaris territory, so if you get a chance..."

Residents tilt their necks but encourage them to continue.

"And it wasn't just about refugee camps, it was spreading this peaceful song called" All One Flower "to the rest of the world."

The Republic of Nemoralis does not have Internet facilities.

To the extent that newspapers and radio news have overheard the existence of "it seems that there is something to say about the land of scientific civilization and the neighboring kingdom of Lacrimalis," the majority of people don't know what it actually is.

A face like I get it, like I don't get it, can be pointed at both of us.

"I'm also going to interview Amitostigma, and I'm going to tell you about the refugee camp, so please listen to the broadcast this day and make sure it's clear."

This makeshift is that old lady is on the radio, and at least a few people, including the owner, will listen.

The Cruillos left the park's makeshift housing and headed towards the makeshift on the city's land. I go through the mall hoping I can finally pick up some information.

I saw the armbands of the Nemus Liberation Army in the people on the road, and Cruillo slackened. There are not only the people of the lake, but also the people of the land.

"Oh, brothers."

Look around in a familiar voice.

Garloff smiled and ran over before the Kruillos found him.

"Are you finally here? How long are you gonna be here?

"Um, come on? Half a month or a month, depending on the situation."

"Oh well. Right. Well, I'm glad you look good."

The relief mixed with a smile is painful whether you were careful in a city where there is not one person you know.

... just because we know each other a little, we don't know each other about who we are.

Cheer up Cruillo elsewhere for two old men.

"Right or right. Have you got a job? Good."

"Thank you. Thanks to you. Now I'm still a businessman, but in the meantime, I've been a craftsman at one end of the spectrum and I've repaid you, so look at me."

"Oh, come on."

"Thank you. Well, I'm on my way."

Garoff looked back again and again, unfortunately, waving into the crowd.

Speak up to the children who were playing in the makeshift on the city land.

"The radio guy's coming?

"It's just broadcasting. So I want everyone to listen and let me know and I'm going around."

The blinking children tone down at once with Cruillo's explanation.

"Why don't you let me see Mr. Autonomous Chairman?

The kids, about junior year in elementary school, shook their heads sideways saying they "didn't know" at the same time.

"If you don't know who's great about temporary housing, can you tell me where the rally is? I'll ask a volunteer."

"Now that you're studying magic, don't interrupt me."

Medvege smiles bitterly at the blonde boy.

"Boy, don't you have to study?

"I can't do it without [crystal] anyway"

The boys nod and the two girls face to face agree.

"You can't listen to the radio with magic."

"Hey."

These eight seem to be powerless people.

Cruello shifted his gaze to the children and let the hem of the magic cloak flicker.

"I'm a powerful people, but when I was a little girl, my magic studies stinked and I skipped school."

"I can't use magic because I have so many convenient things right now, I don't have a problem with it."

"Hey, it's nothing."

"Your brother's all right, isn't he?

A little old boy asks Cruello for his consent.

"That's what I thought, too. I've regretted it ever since the war began."

"Why?"

"When I was caught in the fire of an air raid, at night, when I was surrounded by a bunch of miscellaneous demons, and when I crossed a canal where the bridge fell, I got help many times from a proper magical study. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't know how many times he'd be dead."

The children heard the story of Cruillo with a strange face.

"But we're powerless people, so there's nothing we can do without [crystals]."

"So you can't rely on magic."

"My volunteer brother tells me a lot about not having trouble without magic."

The children explain with a slightly better face.

"I was taught how to rub a match the other day."

"and how to make a good fire."

"Hey."

... Well, [furnace] then, it's not warm.

"And the [magic crystal] is too expensive to buy."

The red-haired girl leans down.

A brunette girl held her redhead shoulder to encourage her.

"If it's a battery, I can buy it all because it's cheap, and there's plenty of donations, so it's okay."

"If I had a flashlight, I could go to the bathroom at night."

When the Song child said, the other children also spoken of the convenience of a machine that could be used by anyone.

Cruillo felt a rush in the children's stories, but repaired his smile.

"Right. Even machines can do a lot of things. But you can't get rid of the demons at night or cure your injuries right away without magic."

"But we, the powerless people..."

"It's okay because I'm still small now, but I'm stuck when I'm an adult"

"Er...?

When Medvege laughed bitterly, the children tilted their necks and looked at each other next door. He's still talking about it, and he's not pinned at all.

Cruillo put it in his mouth, thinking so that it was easy for the children under ten to understand.

"Jobs are a big difference between knowing magic and not knowing it."

"But we're powerless people, aren't we?

The boy looks up at the "Wizard's Brother" in a strange way.

"Even a people without power can be a spellmaker."

"Really?"

"It's true. Except for the one who writes the spell and the one who cages magic in the spell, so you can be the one who writes."

"This city is full of spellmakers, ain't it?

Medvege said, the children flickered back at the makeshift housing and nodded small.

"How long until I see you studying magic?

"Until 5: 00."

"Oh well. Well, you're already murky today, then. I'll come back tomorrow."

Cruillo and Medvege thanked the children and pulled them off to a truck parked in the library parking lot.