It's all one flower.

"Pier five."

The landing strip near the Western Temple was ruined by people, and it was unlikely that they would find it normally searched for.

Amiella is drawn to her great-aunt, Kalindulla, and her other hand is connected to Elektra to follow her without losing sight of the haulier Fiarluca.

Razornik noticed first and waved loudly next to the ticket shed.

"Ya, here we go. At this hour, it's amazing with people coming home from this festival alone and people coming to the Late Night Festival."

"You're amazing, aren't you? Good to see you."

Archione laughs uncontrollably.

I guess it's okay to be among the fraxinus who can't count, because she totally lost faith in Saint Kirkulus.

... but what if I found out what the Cathedral priest said about "the truth"?

Whatever it was, I didn't think it was a good idea to talk about it before the radio was recorded, and Amiela shoved the words out into the bottom of her heart.

"You may already be listening, but you don't have to worry about that broadcast over there, now that you can legally do it. Mr Solgnac, Mr Medvege and Mr Morph, everyone else is fine. Mr. Journitol said he could get back to the office and work properly."

DJ Rafe greeted me there and told me quickly what was happening to people who had ties to Amiela.

"Thank you. Please tell me I'm fine, too. I sing [roadblocks] and stuff in refugee camps, I do magic embroidery on my clothes, I help a lot."

"Can I tell you about the curse?

DJ Rafe and Razornik rounded their eyes at the same time. Amiella nods forcefully.

"Yes, I'm still not sure which way to go, [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] or [singing (misosazai)], but I've decided to train magic properly."

"I don't know when I'll see you next, so I'll give it to you first."

Carrier Fiarluca offers a small swing of paper bag to DJ Rafe.

"Yesterday's charity concert. It's the audio source for the preliminary exercise. I put it in cassette tape, so I don't mind if you use it on mobile broadcasts, and if AM Sheriak's special show is popular and I can do it again, I can flush it over there."

"The Second Temple Attached Orchestra has been recognized. I'd love to use it for peace, too."

Big Aunt Kalindula smiles as singer Niptra Neumae. Even the four of the bouquets of peace and Amiela have no reason to say no.

Even once I sang, if I had a recording, I could tell someone who wasn't there at that time. From there again, prayer for peace spreads.

Razornik pointed to his own terminal.

"I also have permission for the first broadcast to air at the end of the month and then be delivered on Yourcast. AM Sheliak will be doing a survey for listeners online all next month."

"Second broadcast, we'll definitely get it."

Archione, the bouquet leader of peace, laughed invincibly, and Tygeta, Electra and Asterope also nodded with a confident face.

Elektra asks, wrapping Amiela's right hand in both hands, raising it to the height of her eyes.

"Amiella, if there's anything you want to tell that country and Mr. Lacrimaris listener, will you tell me?

"Um, maybe, like everyone else... to the Lacrimalis people, thank you for everything. He told the other guy... to stop fighting and make peace with him. We could have coexisted a long time ago, so you said it wasn't muli... okay?

"Okay. The way we say it, I'll tell you."

Elektra grabbed Amiela's hand strongly and let it go, joining the line of embarkation.

If it's popular, Mariana will issue a letter of approval to the company for the purchase of the broadcast frame.

"Over there, Roark, you went to the poster, and the spread went pretty far online."

"But without analog radio... over there, I don't have access to Yourcast"

Tygeta clouds her eyebrows at Fiarlka's report.

"I can't even pull that area out. We're scratching used radios from countries all over the Hunan region, getting them to lend their names to vendors on Lanterna Island, and selling them online."

"When..."

See Razornik with Archione's surprised face.

"My hands are hit in double triple. Don't worry, just focus on the recording."

"Thank you. We're on the pro side, too. Don't worry about it."

Accommodating the usual indulgent light in his black eyes, Archione ascends the boarding talap. Three members of the bouquet of peace continued, and finally DJ Rafe waved.

"Check this broadcast."

Amiella and the others waved back to the deck and watched as the tweezers were solved.

Amiela was surprised when she realized it was Lazolnik waving next door.

"Don't you have to go with me? Guys, this is your first time going, right?

"Me? I'll clean up another errand over here and then I'll jump. The Magic Machine ship goes all the way around the main island, stops at the ports of both islands, and finally enters the southwest port of West Island, so it's about tea time to get there."

"Really? Good."

"I'll leave you guys to it and we'll just relax a little"

Grand Aunt Kalindula invites you to the festival sights.

Amiella stared like guilt at the bottom of her chest, unable to respond.

"I can't be such a cheat to enjoy a festival where I'm the only one safe...... don't you think?

Amiella felt her mind seemed clear to Fiarluca and her body stiffened. The voice of the haulier has no blame. And yet I couldn't speak out because I felt the unimaginable horror of the bottom.

The haulier folds.

"Peace, safety, no worries whatsoever, just enjoy being alive. If we're going to call for peace, we need to have the experience to say so."

"Amitostigma is peaceful and safe."

My great-aunt held me softly on my shoulder, and Amiela managed, that's all I could say.

"You've been worried about supporting refugee camps. If you keep leaning on the heart of a troubled person and don't breathe for a moment, one day, suddenly, you can't do anything like you've broken a thread."

The sound of ballast water draining into the carrier's voice is rubbing.

As Amiella gazed at the water flow, she realized that it was not her home town, but a foreign amitostigma, that came out with her mouth shut because life in the autonomous community was hard.

Without a moment's distraction from miscellaneous demons, demons, criminals, fires, water damage, etc., hunger and diseased anxiety are constantly attached, just to survive the days to the fullest. It was just not a battlefield, and my days in the Ristover Autonomous Region were never what I could call "peace".

As residents of Barack Street, even the relatively privileged Amiella is.

Having lived a tougher life, Morph threw himself into the Star Road Prostitute Army and, as a boy soldier, took part in the terrorist attacks of the city of Zerneau.

"But... if I didn't know about a peaceful life, shouldn't I call for peace?

"I don't have that kind of knack. Just..."

The whistle of departure was sounded. Carrier Fiarlka's green eyes gaze at the chain of winding anchors.

"It's more convincing to know than to arrange your ideals in your imagination without knowing. You've already said that you can live together, with or without faith, race, magic, or social status, or whatever, and help each other through difficulty, so next time, I want you to have experience enjoying peace and life."

"Peace and life...... enjoy?

Suddenly they say that, but it's too vague to know.

The Magic Machine ship leaves the pier without sound.

Kalindula and Lazolnik waved loudly and Amiela was also put on to wave.

Razornik is half-assed and asks.

"You don't have a favorite guy or anything? You like a love banana or something, don't you?

"No, not at all..."

"Not at all?

Lazolnik's voice is turned upside down, and Kalindula and Fiarlka look away.

In the Ristover Autonomous Region, marriage was only one means of survival, and it was unusual for stories of eroticism to be linked to marriage as it were.

The last generation seems to have made love move into marriage, but not the generation born and raised in the Autonomous Communities.

Sell your body for money and marry for money.

There were many daughters close to Amiella who lived in Barack Street who could not protect themselves and their families without doing so.

I just fell in love, and I just carry the extra pain.

Daily life was cute, and many couldn't even afford to feel that way.

If he stayed in the Autonomous Community as such, Amiella would have also sooner or later married a particularly unfavourable "man with an income".

The tailor's manager did a good job, but he was old and didn't know when to fold the store. Whether or not you'll find your next job, even with your sewing skills, is a delicate place.

"Now, you don't have to know. Come on, let's go see how the people who are enjoying the festivities are doing."

Amiella was drawn to Grand Aunt Kalindulla and joined the crowd of the king's capital Lacrimaris.