It's all one flower.

All of a sudden, Roark was struck by deep grief, leaving himself on the preaching stage and exhaling deeply.

... Mr. Silva? So this is [the sorcerer's tear] memory?

Simply holding down the chest wound with a handkerchief fills me up, and I can't even wipe (plush) the tears that flow.

Klaustra, who shot out the guerrilla's [tears] with a [spear of light], also stared at the double-headed wolf.

< Artel's bomber came all of a sudden, and the city, the family, the workplace, my friends, my hometown (siege), everything was burned, right? What the hell are we doing?

A flaming wall of burning the city spreads in your brain.

Roark remembered the canal that day and couldn't stop trembling.

At last, half a century of civil strife is over, and you say you're at peace.

< Don't you? My kids were all killed during the civil unrest. My youngest child, born after peace, was finally alone, and I was supposed to wear my wedding costume in the spring. Yet everything, the Artel guys burned it down... >

Roark was tightened in his chest and overflowed with tears by grief that was not his own.

Private houses burn and groups of people stand like shadows.

Someone cast a spell, and one shadow, another, disappeared from the front of the wall of flames.

< I know, that feeling. Neither do I. Only my middle son and cousin survived the civil unrest.

The voice of the old lady, Silva, quietly reveals her grief.

I thought I was at peace, my son had a belt, my grandson was born, and my happiness was finally back.

The old woman's voice echoed in her brain.

I crawled into the burning marks of nothing, kept searching for days and finally found my precious family's [Tears of the Mage].

Round your back in the ashes, hold a small [tear] and weep whenever you can.

When the old woman's tears were over, the grief did not end.

A sobbing believer everywhere in the chapel chants words of apology like prayer.

I lost everything in Artel's air raid, and my tears are all gone.

< Do you forgive me? Those guys, you should never have forgiven them. >

< Right. The peace that divides the country was a trick.

< Even during the civil unrest, with all this indiscriminate bombing and poisonous gas, I killed all the kids who didn't have the strength to fight... what's wrong (ah) Shiki (on purpose)! You're telling me it's not bad to massacre with chemical weapons!

In his lifetime, the voice of a man called Medsource trembles in anger.

Guerrilla solicitor Silva tells in an emotionless voice.

Kirkurs don't feel guilty because they justify killing us wizards based on Scripture.

I won't forgive you... I won't forgive you, I won't forgive you if you die.

It's not hate.

Despair and grief took a heavy toll, and Roark poked his knee on the floor.

< Sister Porchka was bribed by the Archbishop because I didn't score enough points. The work of Rufus Light Mark Church allowed me to enroll in seminary from middle school, but in such a dirty way...... >

Ziolito's voice echoes on his head.

Ziolito himself, who is now in the chapel, does not move, staring down at the Reflexio priest.

Beyond them, the double-headed wolf becomes ash.

< Really? Then I'll give this to the boy >

What's this?

< A magical gem. I'm sure it will help your sister, so take it with you >

Silva's voice was so gentle, it stained her heart frozen in sorrow.

Young lady, you're the same age as my daughter.

< It's okay. I'll do something. The real me must have been eaten by a warcraft with my parents, and now I'm only here to repay the relatives who raised me... because it's like a ghost >

The woman's voice rolled a dripping laugh.

The voice of a man cares.

But, lady, you're crying.

< No. I'm glad. Because Mr. Medsauce helped me. There was plenty of revenge for the Archbishop and the other priests. >

A woman's voice laughed in the back of her throat.

< Because I am a powerless people, I couldn't do anything about it, and I didn't get away with it because I am grateful that they raised me. Hey? Priest, does it hurt? You know how much I've suffered?

There is no voice to respond to a porch that includes laughter.

< Me too, I couldn't have avenged you so well without your daughter. Your daughter lent herself to the people who moved Artel's army.

As expected, [the sorcerer's tears] left by the Medsource of the Nemoralis Grief Squad and Porchica apparently cooperated and walked with vengeance in the presence of a common enemy called the Kirkulus Order of the Artel Republic.

Artel's politicians and government dignitaries are strongly connected to the denomination.

Porchka's voice rocks.

< But if I kill you, if I kill you, I still can't clear my mind. The people who got their hands on me directly already killed all of them, but they still haven't killed enough >

Military, politicians, and those who support them are still here...

< If you kill all the priests in this country, do you think it will be refreshing?

Unexpectedly, the enthusiasm disappeared from Medsource's voice.

I don't know... if this tear stops raining, one day, one flower might bloom.

< Is that the teachings of Fraxinus? I'm not Artel or anything, but if I was born that way, wouldn't this have happened...?

People's sobbing echoed in the chapel, unable to move as one.

The two men who magically attacked the double-headed wolf (so forth) also appear to turn their consciousness to a voice that echoes directly on their heads, staring into the universe and not moving.

Young lady, you're still alive. If only you were alive, within >

< I'm done. You can't kill a lot of people and have a bloodstained hand, a flower's worth of happiness. If even Warcraft eats me straight away and I don't disappear the whole thing, it could be neat >

Fragments of [The Sorcerer's Tears] have lost their radiance and I can no longer hear the sound on my head.

"Sister! Sister Porchka!

Ziolito scratches the ashes scattered on the floor and whimpers up.

Klaustra crouched by the loch.

"First, jump to base"

"Ahh... luggage...!

"Recovery is only after treatment"

Whisper in your ear and chant [leap].

After feeling similar to the light glare I had already experienced many times, Roark's body was not in the chapel of Rufus Light Mark Church, but in a room I had no idea of.