It's all one flower.

It's the summer solstice.

From yesterday until tomorrow at the Oak Festival, the king capital Lacrimaris is overflowing with good boys and girls who praise the feat of the Lord God Fraxinus, give thanks for his patronage and pray for eternal peace.

For Amiela, it is the first Festival of Fraxinus to be welcomed out of the Autonomous Community of Listwar.

I was busy in the morning and, instead of enjoying the opening of the festival, I was also unable to grasp the whole picture of the ritual that takes place in the heart of the faith.

Visitors also gathered from foreign countries, and instead of Wangdu, the city of Grom and other nearby hotels were full.

From the middle of this month until the end of the month, [jumping] around Wang Capital is restricted and the use of increased sorcerer ships is recommended.

From the summer capital of Amitostigma, on a boat bound for La Crimalis, the king's capital, Grand Aunt Kalindula taught me.

"Jump, if anyone's there before you leave, it's dangerous to hit them."

The regulatory scope is patrolled by [leap] avoidance boundaries, and only [leap permits] curses are paid to those working in policing, such as the Royal Army and the Police. [Leap Permit] is individually required for each junction, and a separate [Leap Permit] shall be made for the junction hung separately, even if the same [Leap] is avoided.

"For craftsmen, it's at the time of writing."

"It's hard not to copy..."

Imagine the enormous amount of work Amiela was going to be distracted.

While they talked about it in the cabin, for the first time in their lives, the four people in the bouquet of peace aboard the Magic Machine ship were surprised by the completely unshakeable ship and had a view of the landscape on the deck.

Now Amiella and singer Niptra Neumae The Great Aunt Carindura, singer Oratorix and bouquet of flowers of peace are very busy dressing their clothes in the holding room reserved for the Second Temple of the King's Capital.

"Where's my ribbon?

"If this is such a cot, I should have taken Sarotka to Muri!

Such a voice flies because I packed my clothes in a single box and shipped them separately.

Lacrimalis, situated between Nemoralis and Artel during the war, implements a lake blockade. Countries around Lake Lacus could no longer be transported by ship or aircraft. [Unlimited bags] became thin and prices soared because they switched transport to [leap].

The supporter Mariana, nevertheless, is always generous about something and has a variety of things and funds at her disposal.

"So it's not too generously sweet either"

Archione suggested that clothing should only be sent in time for the day, so send it as cheap as possible to reduce the burden on Mariana.

Everyone also thought and agreed with the opinion of the leaders of the bouquet of peace.

It was the needle salotka that made the clothes.

"I'm a Kirkur..."

Amiela's junior refused to accompany Fraxinus to the Holy Land, mixing a pale smile in his troubled face.

... I decided to leave the country as an adult, meet my great-aunt, and live as a powerful people, but that co is something different.

I accompanied the spelldoctor Septentorio at my will and came out of the Autonomous Community of Listver to see what was right.

He hasn't lost faith in Saint Kirkulus even when he touches the outside world, and is in the process of reading the Sacred Scriptures for Artisans of the Starways deposited from the manager of Kufushenka.

Like Senator Laquéus, Sarotka is tired of being a Kirkulus and taking part in activities aimed at peace, not by force.

Amiella hasn't heard what she saw and thought while passing through Lacrimalis territory with the curse doctors of the people of the lake.

To Asterope, who was totally close, I wondered if I would pry into what I might have revealed, but stepped in as a senior in the tailor, and didn't say anything.

When I manage to finish wearing it, I can apply makeup and get my hair done with the hands of the ladies I've been waiting for.

I didn't have time to take a closer look at how gorgeous I was like someone else in the mirror, and ran to stage practice just before the production.

Running critical into the stage of the Second Temple, Cleric Geemun greeted the seven with a howling face. In front of the orchestra, the male part and alto wait in line.

"Tickets are sold out. I also plan to put in as many stands as I can. Come on, come here."

"I'm afraid it's late"

Niptra Neumae bowed her head deeply, and Amiella and the others imitated it. Geemun joins the row of Tenor.

The harmony stopped where the seven of the sopranos were aligned.

Lighting and acoustic attendants were also added to begin the same throughput practice as the production.

In a dim guest seat, the haulier Fiarluca and several clerics operate some kind of machine.

I don't really see it from the stage, but it's the same as the New Year's concert at Amitostigma, which will take stage practice to insurance and put the production on Yourcast, I guess.

The whole exercise is over, and once the curtain comes down.

The earlier ladies rushed over from the stage sleeve and fixed the hair and clothes of those who stood on stage, hastily fixing their makeup.

From beyond the curtain, you can hear footsteps and people's stirring. Footsteps are gradually reduced and people's whispers are drawn.

Eventually, one cough became deaf, and there came a silence beyond the curtain that I did not think would be more than five thousand people.

Beyond the curtain, the moderator states the dictated mouth as it slips from right to left.

The six professionals were more than the former, and the amateur Amiela, too, did many curses in charitable concerts and refugee camps, making her irresistible to sing in public.

If you're one of the many, you can sing grandiose.

Before the war, I never dreamed of getting out of the Autonomous Communities, wearing magical clothes, singing in front of large numbers, or standing on stage in the capital of the Magic Country.

At the same time as the prelude, the curtain rises and Niptra Neumae, welcomed by applause, walks out from next to Amiela to the center of the stage.

As the grandmother's solo echoed, the audience buried their seats, stopping and listening as fascinated.

Why does Amiela sing at the Festival of Fraxinus?

Not as a testament to the "conversion" of the abandonment of Kirkulus.

... because I want to be closer to peace.

Big hopes that have sprouted since I got on that truck and started working as part of the mobile distributor Praether Massa. After getting off the truck it was a wish that I kept holding, met a lot of people, worked together and grew up big.

Each person's power is small, but if everyone's wish is one, it should come true.

Like this song.

Amiella sang the first song as one of a large backchorus.