It's all one flower.

The next morning, soprano singer Oratorix, on time for his promise, came to me in front of the Western Temple with a big bag.

A light-colored scarf wrapped around a long-sleeved piece. The hat is designed to prevent sunburn. The heat control is an embroidered [heat resistant] spell on the clothes.

I am closer to my grandmother than my aunt, but I am much better than the refugees I met at the temple yesterday because of the unlikely heat.

"Good Morning"

"Morning. Isn't it hot? Let's talk on foot."

Oratorix cared for the furkill wiping the gushing sweat with a hand towel.

"I brought you a set of scores, cassette tape, signed pictures and salt candy."

"Shall I have it?

"It's okay, this much. Opera singers work out differently."

He smiled and Farkill scratched his head. Yesterday, I bought as much salt candy as I could hold on my way back to the inn, and Farkill's bag is also bread.

"Good morning!

As Farkil turned to the assembly center of the West Temple, an old man rushed over who was a signatory.

"How'd it go? Oh, is this the relative of Mr. Niptra?

"Nice to meet you. My name is Oratorix and I'm a singer. Mr. Niptra and I have performed together many times."

"Whoa, this is rude"

Oratorix responded with a gentle smile, and the old man grinned uncomfortably.

People who prepare to work also gather beside visitors in the morning.

"The score and Niptra sent me a photograph. Have candy for the kids."

Singer Oratorix gives a bag of candy to a green-haired volunteer who was nearby and lets Farkill have an envelope with a full set of scores.

Finally, A4 size stage photographs were retrieved that fit into a simple amount made of thick paper.

At the Oak Festival charity concert, Niptra Neumae sings a solo part in the center of the stage with the choir behind her back. A gorgeous act with colorful costumes floating in soft lighting, accompanied by an autographed Niptra Neumae message on the floor part of the stage.

To all those who want peace.

Songs can cross borders.

Nor can it be hindered by race, faith, or the presence or absence of magic.

Songs can go beyond time.

Bring your heart to walk with you from past to present to future.

There was yesterday's date and Niptra Neumae's signature at the end.

Oratorix recited the message with his signed photograph high and handed it to the old man, whose eyes glowed like a boy.

"Ooh, ooh... thank you, thank you"

To the old man, who weeps with emotion, those around him hang a voice of joy and teasing.

The singer Oratorix shows the envelope he made Farkill hold with his palm and explains it in a voice that often passes.

"Here are the four songs broadcast on the radio and the score of" The Hymn Medley for the Holidays of the Gods ""

"Holidays of the gods?

People's consciousness is directed to the song they first heard, rather than the Kirkurus song "Teach True (Mako)."

The older singer explained in a relaxed tone.

"It was a holiday during the time of the former Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimaris, when it moved to a republican system, it was abolished. It's about half an hour long, and only a few of them have songs, but I brought you cassette tape, so even when you have time, please listen."

My aunt, who was nearby, receives an envelope and cassette tape from the two of them and pushes them.

"Really from what to what... thank you"

"Why was the holiday abolished?

A young woman tilts her neck.

"The holidays of the gods were a festival celebrating all the gods believed in in the territory of the former Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimaris, but when it was transformed into a republican system, it was abolished because of secularism and freedom of faith"

"Oh, I say so..."

"So I learned in history that the Nenians proclaimed the common man."

Adults nod and middle school boys say it well.

Farkill also found out when he examined the history of the Hunan region on the Internet.

Oratorix smiles and nods at the boy.

"It was before I was born, but I don't feel like people's hearts have been divided by faith because of this holiday gone."

... If you're a spelldoctor or a long-lived race, it's not a history textbook, it's a trick you remember as your own memories.

A voice of doubt is raised by war refugees.

"What makes you think that?

"This holiday was a festival where all the people who lived in the kingdom celebrated themselves and all the gods, and they also understood the faith of their neighbors."

"Just one day, because the holidays were gone, you said half a century of civil unrest?

"No way..."

"Of course (of course), that's not the only reason. Personally, and above all, I believe it is the idea of self-determination of peoples passed down from the Alton Gaza continent."

"What the fuck?"

A question flew from the elementary school and Farkill answered.

"We decide all about our peoples ourselves. The idea is that one nation needs one nation."

"That's right. But when you do that, a multi-ethnic nation like the old Lacus Lacrimalis Republic falls apart like this."

"Yesterday, you saw on the map that the countries of the Hudong region were full of smaller places too, right? And so is that."

"The people of the time when there was a holiday of the gods could not have imagined that the future would be marked by fifty years of ethnic strife, the division of the country into Mitsuru and beyond, and the war between Nemoralis and Artel, which was formerly one country,"

The green-haired volunteers who came to teach me how to study explained the rest to represent Farkill's thoughts.

An old man receiving a signed photo reads out Niptra Neumae's message aloud.

"Songs can go beyond time.

Bring your heart to walk with you from past to present to future. "

"From the past to the present, the heart that walks with us says so…"

A young woman looks at Oratorix repeatedly in a low voice. The older soprano singer nodded.

"That's right. Of course (of course), neither do we expect peace to come soon with this song"

War refugees squeal.

The singer's well-attended voice pierces the temples and echoes into the rally point.

"I just think knowing the times when we could have coexisted peacefully would bring us a little closer to that."

War refugees leaning against the Western Temple nodded with a slight grin, even as the colour of grief appeared in their eyes.