It's all one flower.

Two days after the poster was placed in the abandoned hospital, Roark met with the haulier Fiarluca to exchange information and receive a used radio.

"Leave that brooch with the Chloenier manager until the next time you meet with Klaustra"

"To? Yes"

I'm not sure what it is, but I have no reason to bother putting it on my hand, so I nod honestly.

That day, after the abandoned hospital, the three of us, the manager of the Chloenier store and Skinum, had dinner. That's when I heard a horrible story from the manager and blew it out of my head about the scorpion brooch and so on.

"You've been to Rufus lately, haven't you?

"What? Oh, on a day trip to gather information..."

The Chloenier manager frowned and lowered his voice.

"Be careful. Rumor has it that there will be human dogs in Rufus right now."

"Human dog?

Roark and Skinum turned their voices back at the same time, gathering the gaze of the lion's house guests.

"Oh, I heard that, too. He's got two heads, right?

One of the regular people mingles safely with the story, and the Chloenier manager nods heavily.

"That's right. Maybe it's a double-headed wolf who preyed on humans, so it's getting pretty strong. Be careful."

"I can't help it if it's about the [exorcism] of the talisman. Yes, but is it a warcraft with two human heads?

Roark imagined his spine getting cold.

"I used to have two wolf heads. But the resentment of those who have been eaten is strong..."

Chloenier called off the hall clerk and ordered town flower tea for two. Until a tea comes to quench their hearts, the three quietly proceed to a fixed meal.

Tea came when I had finished eating coarsely.

"When the pain and resentment of the predators are strong, some of them rise up on the surface of the Warcraft."

"So, that double-headed wolf, did you both eat them alive?

"Sounds like it. The victim's negativity is too strong, and the action of the Warcraft can be pulled or completely taken over."

The Chloenier manager, who runs a magical tool shop, was a knight in the Royal Army during the former Lacus Lacrimalis kingdom and belonged to the Warcraft Crusader. [Knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] Since I am a scholarly craftsman, backward support such as sourcing supplies, creating spells and protective equipment, repairs, etc. is my main task, but I didn't fight at all.

Sometimes I close the store and go out in order to maintain my current body and procure materials from Warcraft.

Skinum finished eating white fish Muniel beautifully, inhaling the flavor of town flower tea all over her chest and listening.

"Are you saying that the Warcraft will be taken over...?

"That's right. It would be easy to understand if the dead spirit of the eaten person possessed it."

"Something like that, to Rufus?

Skinum opens his eyes.

... Conversely, it makes sense that people who don't have anything to do with it are going to stop eating, is it sweet?

Chloenier lowered her eyebrows as she saw through Roark's heart.

"I'm already eaten and dead, so I can't help that person, and most of the time my consciousness is mixed with the Warcraft, and I attack not only the object of hatred, but also those who are near it, indiscriminately."

"Mr. Roark, I'd rather not go to Rufus until the special forces get rid of me..."

"It's not going to be that wacky. We need to find out what's going on with that group."

Skinum sees Roark in tears.

... It's this way I want to cry.

Chloenier listens in a whisper.

"How's that organization doing now?

"Hmm... Something tells me you've been looking for a black warcraft and soliciting sightings since before that double-headed wolf rumor broke out."

"Isn't secrets particularly wacky?

"I wrote my contact information. I posted it."

"Oh..."

That day, I went back to the inn feeling unspeakable and completely forgot about the scorpion brooch, etc.

If Klaustra is with you, in the worst case scenario, she'll take you away with [jumping], but she seems busy with something too. "Don't push yourself too hard on the powerless people," I can't say before they stab me in the nail, until I find out it's dangerous, I want you to come with me, etc.

I had no choice but to continue gathering information in the city of Ignikerns and the surrounding small towns to celebrate the day of the broadcast.

Speak up to Skinum, who is completely asleep.

"We're listening to the radio late tonight. I'm sorry if I shut up."

"What show is it?

Skinum seems to be hungry for hard muscle information, with only about stories brought in by spellhouse guests and rumours that can be heard leaking in the lion's shop.

The curse shop manager Gentius told me to read it in the paper when I was hippo, but there were too many things Skinum didn't know or couldn't afford to do.

It seems like it would be nice to get an ancient newspaper and read it at the inn, but are you too tired or will you fall asleep as soon as you get back to the inn room after dinner?

"A special program of the National Liberation Authority of Lacrimaris called AM Sheriak. Thirty minutes from 11: 30 to 12: 00 p.m."

"Do you hear the broadcast of Lacrimaris?

"It's on the western island of the Funalis Islands, so I guess it'll still arrive here?

Suitably deluded, turn the dial on the old style radio Fiarlka gave me to match the frequency I tapped into my head. I picked up people's voices from within the noise, and when I fine-tuned the dial, I heard the announcer clearly.

"That's what we sent you with the Lacrimaris Construction Industry Association offering. AM Sheliak, we're done with the night news."

"Oh, you're done with the news"

"Special numbers are an important broadcast, right?

It's only 20: 15. We have at least three hours to start.

"It's a song show."

"... do you have a singer you like?

"Mr. Fiarlka's group for peace is going to play a song calling for peace from a station that can also be heard in Artel territory."

"Can I ask you something, too?

"I can't even hear you, so I don't know if I'm allowed to do that... but I'm going to have an ex/instant star daughter, okay?"

Skinum glanced at his face for a moment, but immediately erased his expression.

"The instant star daughter is in Lacrimalis?

"I asked Mr. Fiarlka..."

Roark quickly explained that the departing member of Star-Daughter had escaped Artel and was based in Amitostigma as a "bouquet of peace".

Skinum shut up, so change the subject.

"Let's share this radio. You can ask me whenever you want."

"What? Is that okay?

"If it's time for both of us, I don't want to hear it, and if you know the news, you can keep up with your customers."

"Right. Thank you."

Skinum's face became brighter, and Roark recently spoke about the news in question.

Turn on the radio a little before the start of the broadcast, sit back on the bed and listen.

Skinum was awake rubbing his sleepy eyes.

A short jingle is followed by a young man's voice brightening up.

"Good evening. At 23: 30, the time came for the special show The Promise of Flowers. Your opponent is with DJ Rafe."

"It's Archione of the Bouquet of Peace"

"It's Tygeta. Evening!"

"It's Electra. How many listeners have you met?

"Maybe so. I'm Asterope. Nice to meet you tonight."

Following DJ, the girls' bounced voices name their stage names energetically, and Skinum's face attracts them.

The special show "The Promise of Flowers" by aspiring to peace began at the same pace as the regular show.