It's all one flower.

... Is it this time already?

Farkil entered the Mass Dining Room on his way to the public hall in the west district of Lacrimaris, Wang capital. Settle your hips in the freshly vacated counter seats as the crowd crowds at noon.

"There you are. Which one do you prefer?

During this time, they turned it around with two kinds of fixed meals: chicken and fish, and Farkill chose the latter.

Send an email to Senator Krapifnik.

- Mr. Niptra, he's just here.

Do me a favor about the autograph, but can I really just have one?

- It would be helpful to have a little extra if possible.

- I'll ask you as far as I can't help it.

The lyrics are said to be taken by Mr. Oratorix tomorrow.

Sign it, too, with me if you can get it.

The meeting place is the West Temple, right?

Scheduled for tomorrow and closed the email once.

Listen to the public stories that are exchanged in the back table seats.

"You're getting tiny."

"What?

"Bread."

"Ah."

I felt complex thoughts in my short sigh.

"I don't think the war is over."

"Well, still, the end of the wind tree and decontamination are over. You're gonna be okay next year."

"I hope so."

"Rebuilding agriculture, it's tough"

The sighing blur continues.

"I just got caught between them, but I just rolled them up and ate them."

"Something's going up... and I hope you don't mind."

"If Your Majesty please come in between..."

"Whatever Nemoralis is, Artel's people are Kirkurs, right? Don't you have ears to listen to?

The blur of the common people of Lacrimaris and the reports of the Hunan Economic Newspapers and Current News Agencies are in the same direction.

... the other way around. Did the news direct this public opinion?

I don't know which way to go first, eggs or chickens, but the Razorniks, comrades who want peace, not by force, are working to change the flow. Farkill was not informed of anything where or what they did and how effective they could be expected to be.

"But before it got warm, it would have been nice to have just cleaned up the wind tree."

"Well. Tourism, I just brought it back, and the oak festival went well."

"That's what you said the other day, you said the news made local unemployment better."

"Payroll's down, food's up, cuttlefish, but I don't think it's better if there's just no war, don't get punished"

A fish meal was placed before the furkill. They're right, bread is only about the size of a baby's fist. I'm sorry about the salad, but there are two roasted fish like that filling. Probably because it's easy to get at Lacrimaris in island countries.

... you want the war to end, but you don't expect anything from the Arthurians?

Days went by since the broadcast and I couldn't pick up the topic about the special number "Flower Promise".

I went to the public hall, but the figure of the refugees who had previously buried the lobby was without shadow or form.

"Oh, we've all moved to the temple."

"Were you?"

I thank my aunt at the reception and take a trip to the small temple nearby.

The king's capital, Lacrimaris, was the only sanctuary of Fraxinus, where various temples, large and small, arrived. All of which leads to the Great Temple at the altar, bringing people's prayers and magic to the tears of the Goddess.

The nearest small temple in the public hall was a little cool with oak trees shadowing the front yard.

There is no rally point, and Nemoralis war refugees listen to the noon news as they have a late lunch in a storeroom looking cabin.

I saw a [heat resistance mark] in the back where I opened the door. The original items are piled on the edges, and blankets, baggage, etc. are scattered in thoughtful places.

... Oh well. "Room" is a room in the store, so it's better than Nojuku in a tent.

Even on the feelings, it may be easier than the refugees being seen with white eyes because of the inconvenience of not being able to use the public hall.

The recessionary news ended and I switched to CM.

"Hello -. I just wanted to ask you something, okay?

"If you're praying, it's over there."

"I want you to let me know what you think of the radio show..."

There were eleven people in the small temple storage. Hair colors are black, dark tea, straw, gold. Is it a family of four? There was no privacy or anything.

Repeat the same intercession as the Western Temple.

"Oh, I guess. A volunteer gave me a tape recording this show with Radical."

"Thanks for the news."

"Amelia."

"This!

A boy as young as three years old gets his hands on him and is embarrassed by his mother.

"Fine.... Me, which song was on the tape, which one do you like best?

"The gymnast!

Let the boy sing cheerfully. The lyrics are bullshit, but the adults cheeks loosened.

Farkill lets the boy hold the candy in his little hand and once again asks the adults what they think one song at a time. The reaction here was the same as that of the Western Temple, showing disgust at the "teaching of truth".

Ask Yu somehow to solve the hatred and rejection.

"What the hell?

It's like Kirkulus isn't the worst kind of teaching.

My uncle and aunt, sympathetic to the example Banksian story, get angry.

"Sounds like my faith has been distorted at some point, and even the cathedral is trying to do something about it"

They also guided themselves to the priests sent to the Hunan region.

It is not conveyed simply by distributing questionnaire forms and collecting information unilaterally.

Simply unilaterally disseminating information in the mass media and on the Internet is not conveyed.

Listen to their feelings, whether over the net or face to face.

Be confronted and interact as one person, without having nationality, magic, or faith in bulk.

It would take time, but there was no other way around to explain so that both sides could walk towards peace one by one.