It's all one flower.

Farkil, in Lazolnik's [leap], was taken to Lacrimaris, the king's capital.

The sky at the beginning of July is totally summer, and the cicadas ringing in garden and street trees are lively.

I'll meet you here by dinner.

Copy that, sir.

This hotel is close to the west temple of Wangdu. An acquaintance of the haulier Fiarluca acts as the manager. It was so welcoming and uncomfortable to reject, but Farkill had no choice.

The two left their elegant luggage in the luxury room behind the hotel that renovated the aristocratic hall.

As soon as he went outside, the sweat blew out and Farkill put his straw hat back on. The only contents of the shoulder bag are water bottles, salted candy, and tablet devices.

"Walk in the shade as much as you can, so you don't fall"

"Yes, I'll be careful"

Razornik did not sweat a single, cool face and turned to the sunny South Street. Farkill chooses the shadow of a street tree along the canal to walk to the West Temple.

... magical clothes, it's convenient.

Lazolnik is a powerful land people, surrounded by embroidery [heat resistant], [cold resistant] [exorcism] [impact resistant] and other techniques, but the furkill of a powerless people is normal clothing with nothing.

It's just magical, and you don't have to take care of heat stroke to walk carelessly through the midsummer sunset.

Those without magic simply go out on a well sunny summer day, which increases the danger to their lives.

... If you think about it, it's not fair.

The difference in ability to be born with is not talking about a muscle resenting someone.

But if he notices the great difference between the two, he who does not have one looks up to the one who has one, and he has an unreasonable thought of the difference.

... Kirkulusism spreads all over the world.

It was not impossible for the unbelievers to define witchcraft as "evil" and to believe in the teachings that called magic a “wounded force”.

The West Temple was vacant last year more than when I came with all the mobile distributors.

With the completion of the extermination of the wind trees, the Lacrimalis in the southern part of the island of Nenia returned locally and the war refugees in Nemoralis moved to refugee camps in Amitostigma and elsewhere.

Farkil entered the temple assembly area and was horrified by the coolness.

Many long desks line up and children study beside adults to sew and braid straw hats. Hair color is overwhelming except green. It is the people of the lake who teach study. I thought Farkill would be a local because of his good shape there.

A small radio tells the morning news on the back shelf.

My aunt in front of me sewed up her summer pants and started inspecting them.

"Good morning. Looks like we're down considerably from when we came last year, folks, which way?

"That's a lot. Everyone who ran away from the wind tree came back to the area because it was cleared up in the winter. We Nemoralis have a lot going on in Amitostigma refugee camps, somewhere else we know each other."

"The order of the ship, it's hard to come around."

My uncle knitting his hat in the back seat also joins the story.

Farkill nodded with a strange face at the answer as expected.

"If you're looking for someone, you can tell me at the office."

"The clerk did something with Inter."

"Thank you. I'm not looking for anybody today."

"Well, what is it?

Farkil's condition is clearly not the same as that of a refugee.

The surrounding people also stopped their hands and turned to their surprised eyes.

"If only you could tell me what you think of the radio show."

"What show?

"Are you from the broadcaster?

"If I take the survey, you give me something?

Questions flew from all over the place, and the kids looked up from their notebooks and saw Farkill. Volunteers in study laugh bitterly.

"Shall we take a break?"

"Sorry to bother you"

"Fine. 'Cause I was just about to find out."

With a gentle smile directed at the people of the lake, Farkill became more and more sorry.

...... I'm done. Let's go next.

I turned to the adults who asked me the questions and strained my mind.

"The official questionnaire is the official website of AM Sheriak...... uh, it's the internet. I just came to ask Niptra and the others... only about a grain of salt candy"

"You met Mr. Niptra?

"I don't need candy, will you sign it? One is fine. Because I'll decorate it there."

Many adults change the color of their eyes, and the old man points to the radio.

"I was asked via Mr. Niptra's relatives, so I'll ask that person later. I don't know if I can get it."

"Oh, no, I can't. I asked for it."

"So, what do you want to hear?

Nemoralis refugees who give themselves to the temple listen in momentum.

"Yeah, well, normally it's a song sentiment, folks, but you heard the late night broadcast of AM Sheriak's" Flower Promise, "right?

"Recording. We didn't know there was such a broadcast."

"A volunteer brought me a tape."

"I'm still in there, Radical. Do you want to hear it with me?

My uncle at the rear takes a seat.

"I heard it in the middle of the night, so it's okay. I know someone who knows the recording."

"Right. So, what do you think, just Mr. Niptra's song?

"Hopefully, I'll hear it all, in broadcast order now, and people say this song was good, can you raise your hand?

The re-seated people paid attention to Farkill.

"First song, then. Raise your hand if you like" Find this sky. "

Hands raised simultaneously and the man at the rear laughed.

"Brother, isn't it faster to let him raise his hand that you were bored?

"Right."

When I asked them what they told me, they all put their hands down.

... even if you're really bored, it's hard to raise your hand.

Farkill laughed inside, bitterly, but entered the number of people in the tablet terminal text file. In advance, the file contains only the song names and the items "Like", "No" and "Individual Feedback".

There were no vacant seats in the assembly hall, and multiplied by the line of desks, there were sixty-four volunteers with adults and children, refugees.

"Which neighborhood would you have preferred?

"Well, it's been a while since I heard Niptra Neumae's song."

"I can't believe the weather forecast had this song on it."

"I can't say well what, but after all, I don't care how many times I hear a good mon"

I flicked in my thoughts being spoken of and asked about my second song, Let's Sing Together.

This, too, is about 80% positive.

"I was impressed when you saw this song in the newspaper clip."

"I'm really bad at amateur gathering, but hey"

"That's it, it tastes good, I guess"

"I missed you."

"I thought we'd do our best."

"All One Flower" using the audio source of the New Year's concert is a good response for everyone.

"I don't know, I'm... I'm glad it's powerful"

"If only this were the case, there would have been a lot of scissors and donations"

The charitable concert, which was used as a source of sound, took place in the city of Patens in the kingdom of Amitostigma, where many aspirations (corn) were actually sent in cash and supplies.

When I told him about it, the refugees' faces were brightened.

"Have you decided all the lyrics yet?

"No, that's a little later..."

It's not even half a month since the broadcast. With online surveys, Yourcast comments, the posting form for the site Travel Records and Less to SNS, a lot of ideas came, but none of them stick together, and poet Lucy Renoui seems to have a head.

"Songs on the show, don't you get the lyrics?

"The next time I come, I'll bring it"

People's faces shine in anticipation.

Farkil heard about his last song, the new song "Teaching True" sung by the Bouquet of Peace.