It's all one flower.

"After reading it, I kept copying it, and I didn't even know where I'd saved it."

When Cruillo coughed one up and could draw in a bitter laugh, he read out his own article in the Artel edition of the Starlight newspaper. I'll be done with a short article.

A line of mobile broadcasters Praethermissa thought about election information from enemy countries that employee Cruillo had copied to tablet devices.

One candidate at a time, the President and one member of Congress, plead against the war.

The main constituencies are the musician group "The Light of Tranquillity" and its fan base, as well as a coalition of civil society organizations seeking peace. In order to prevent the dispersion of votes, it is said that in this election, a joint front was set up and one person at a time was established.

There is no statement in this article as to which organization put forward which candidate.

There was also no information on the magnitude of the two combined.

"This is what you said on the radio last year."

"What is this?

Cruillo looks next to his sister in pointing out. Showing the screen with thin fingers, Amana answered her brother.

"A group of musicians. You said in the news you were against war..."

"Oh! Is that it? I remember you so well."

As Cruello stroked her sister's head, Amana turned to her brother to see what was unfortunate.

"'Cause I know there's a guy in Artel who says,' It's war ya, 'and it's great news."

I told him it was better to forget. Pinatifida, the bakery's daughter, nodded small, and the boy soldier Morph, who saw it, also shook his neck vertically.

... I didn't know kids cared about news like this and would remember it.

The spelldoctor Septentorio was saddened by the current state of affairs in which he could not find a thread to the end of the war.

The Farkill boy will compile Artel's election-related information, but it will be later.

Now that Cruello has the terminal, [jump] to the connection of the line, the breaking news will increase and the coverage of mobile broadcasters will definitely be enriched.

But I can't imagine what kind of information I can give Septentorio, the spelldoctor, to lead the two countries to a seat of discussion.

During the old kingdom, as a distant relative of the Lacus Nenia family, one of the co-rulers, it was seen at first sight within the army, but only given its name to the last seat.

As a military doctor he was always on the scene and had days unrelated to power.

I was followed in my daily work and never even cared about who would move politics (i.e., each) in the country's hub.

"Brother, that's all the articles on those people?

"Yeah. The articles of those opposed to the war divided the place of preservation in an attempt to put it together separately. This is the only bottle I found today."

"So there's a lot of them?

Amana shines her blue eyes and looks at her brother's eyes in the same color.

"Huh? I don't know."

"Why?"

"Whatever, the Internet is filled with countless pieces of information. I knew right away what Mr. Fiarlka meant by" information space, "but there were too many of them, and I don't know where they were."

The rest of my crew on the carrier becomes a figment face.

The spelldoctor Septentorio took a notebook out of his white pocket and recalled what Farkill had taught him.

"That's not just because there's too much and your brother couldn't be found, but because you don't know how many pieces of news anyone originally has?

"That's right. News is written by a lot of national news agencies in their respective languages, so not only our Hunan language, but also Hudong and common languages, and even more distant languages we don't know at all."

The eyes of various colors in the carrier turn to the septentorio.

"Perspectives vary depending on the country or position of the press, so even if the same event occurs, the article is written differently"

Amana said, listening carefully to the explanation of the spelldoctor Septentorio.

"Doctor (Seiko), if it's written in Kotoba you don't know, I know you don't even know if there's news, but how can it be different news to write the same Koto?

"Miss, have you figured out half of it? Clever."

Medvege, peering at Cruillo's hand from Amana's opposite neighbor, raised his face from the terminal and laughed nicely.

"If you're a lady and a brother, you're not tall enough to have a different view. I can see it on the shelf, split invisible. That's what I said."

"Hmm? Yeah."

"Different point of view. Hey. Different range. For example, suppose there was a traffic accident. The way the news was written was," Grandpa got in a car accident, "and" Grandpa got hit by a truck that was crossing the sidewalk, "what's the difference?

"Yeah."

Medvege's description of what looked like a truck driver was easy to understand.

Amana nods honestly and encourages ahead.

"So, what do you say, 'A sleep-driving truck crawled across the sidewalk,' and 'A truck that was used to sleep and drive until midnight without a break crawled over a drunk grandfather who was crossing the sidewalk, ignoring the signal with deep alcohol'?

"Yeah... not at all -"

Elantis nodded cocklessly next to Amana.

Medvege's analogy is somewhat specific.

"The last one, the driver is pathetic, but the others are like bad guys"

"Behold, even in one event, the judgment of the guy who reads it varies greatly depending on what he examines and how he writes it"

"It's not possible to go into detail from anything, because of the amount of time you can spend on interviews, the expenses, the number of reporters."

The children nodded mysteriously, the old fisherman Aviace added.

"... didn't it say in the news over there that we Nemoralists are all collectively“ wicked wizards ”?

"Regrettably, there were many articles with such an atmosphere"

Medvege tells me that Cruillo drops his voice.

"Boy, you better read it carefully. I can't really say I could just read the text."

"Huh? I mean, really read it."

Suddenly he talks, and the boy soldier Morph turns his voice back. Medvege frowned on his shoulders.

"Don't you see?

"I don't know, I'm asking!

"Boy, what Mr. Medvege is trying to say is that it's not enough to just listen to one say, so the other or the objective opinions from a neutral standpoint… when deciding what matters, you have to compare all kinds of opinions"

An old fisherman, Aviace, delivers a help boat while preparing a cup of tea.

Morph sounded mysterious, but he was drooling.

"It's hard and I don't know, but what do you say we have to read a lot more, triple?

"If you can afford the time, you should. newspapers, for example."

"The newspaper... it's still hard."

When Morph glanced at the corner of the carrier, he also saw Pinatifida attached.

Old fisherman Aviace says gently.

"Now you don't have to be in a hurry, remember when you can read it. … regional newspapers write local news in detail, foreign news is scarce, and Hunan economic newspapers write the same news from the direction of the money."

"What is the direction of the money?

"In the example of the accident earlier, the carrier and the driver and grandfather, I'll write down who is responsible for the accident, who pays the money for the damage, who receives it, who pays for the delay in delivering it to the carrier, and who pays for the treatment."

"Is that newspaper full of money?"

The boy soldier Morph shouted and turned around again.

"Of course (of course), I'll put something else on it, because it's an economic newspaper. Money talks a lot."

"There are so many different positions and values in the world that just looking at things from one side is not enough"

The children nodded with an unclear face, as found in the explanations of the old fisherman and the curse doctor.