It's all one flower.

"Then, Farkill, I emailed you."

"Brother Farkill, what did you say?

Elantis smiles at Cruello's report.

"From now on, you're welcome on the Internet. I didn't dare this time, just contacted you that I had a terminal. This, Mr. Fiarlka, is giving us all the previous reports."

"Can I contact you from here?

Amana puts a caged eye on the terminal.

"You can't do it from here. We need to get to Lacrimaris or Amitostigma or Lanterna Island."

"Then your brother has to go"

My face is cloudy. Cruello turned to his sister with a bright voice.

"I'm not going anywhere dangerous, and I haven't had a star sign (servant) terrorism lately, and I'm fine"

"Never go anywhere dangerous."

"Yeah. Because you're not strong. I can't go there."

Powerful people and powerless people.

Blonde brothers and sisters differ greatly in what is possible, scope of action, and ability to defend themselves due to the presence or absence of magic. My sister's anxiety was also transmitted to Septentorio, a people of the lake, whose breasts were tightened.

Cruillo corrects his posture and alters his tone.

"So, Farkill contacted you. The report hasn't been compiled yet, but the refugee opened a shop in Bazaar to sell a variety of products, and a charitable concert featuring refugees has begun. Both, the primary purpose is to get out of the city and come to the temple."

"Why?"

Bakery's youngest sister Elantis asks.

"There are hundreds of thousands of Nemoralis evacuating the refugee camps right now. Because there is no temple, so many people can't offer prayers that lead to the bluebird, and the water on Lake Lacus is reduced..."

"Oh, well."

"Right."

"Hundreds of thousands..."

Amana and Elantis nod at the same time and Pinatifida ceases.

It's the same as a whole medium-sized city that moved into the amitostigma forest.

Again they gave the numbers, and the spelldoctor Septentorio was stunned.

How many years will it take for the temple to be rebuilt, even if restrictions on access, such as in the city of Zerneau, are lifted?

The Sheratan Lord is convinced that with it too, he will not be able to leave in a cage in the Great Temple of the Holy Land Lacrimalis.

... but I managed to survive half a century of civil unrest.

Nowadays, more countries abandoned Fraxinus in the Lake East region, and the Artel Republic became a secessionist and independent state from the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic. In those countries the temple has been destroyed and the anxiety of those who pray can no longer be wiped out.

"If we go to a place where there's a temple, we're coming, but from now on, we're going to do it more often."

"Let's do that."

The old fisherman Aviace and the pharmacist (dull) Awellana brothers and sisters nodded, and the spelldoctor Septentorio also agreed as one of the people of the lake.

"Apart from that, Senator Lacueus went to ask for it on his behalf and asked the Nemoralis ambassador to Amitostigma to use the Internet to disseminate information."

"Nemoralis'... what?

Pinatifida replies softly to Boy Soldier Morph's grunt.

"A great man in the bureau of the Republic of Nemoralis, who goes to the kingdom of Amitostigma and talks and stuff between countries and works to coordinate all kinds of relationships"

"Oh, ooh... thanks"

Medvege watches with gentle eyes as Morph dyes his cheeks and says:

"Eh, this is the guy who copied that screen"

Cruillo pointed the tablet terminal at this way.

"Is SNS…"

Cruillo nodded forcefully as Septentorio whispered in an unsure voice.

Other faces pay attention to the two of us.

"Farkil, the same service you use under the designation" Traveler in Search of the Truth, "Ambassador Nemoralis began disseminating information independently, not waiting for the decision of his country's interim government."

"Like Brother Farkill?

Amana and Elantis made their voices play at the same time.

"Yes. Senator Laqueus will pass on your instructions, Farkill."

"Mr. Farkill, you're awesome..."

Pinatifida also shines her eyes. Redness drew from the boy soldier Morph's cheek and he bit his lip and bowed.

He said he was connected from one end to the embassies of other countries, to the press, and now he can't take it, and he's sending out information that doesn't seem to be normal about refugee camp relations, and he's watching.

The Republic of Nemoralis does not have Internet facilities.

The extraordinary government of Rachka will be informed by foreign correspondents at the next official meeting, but how will it get out afterwards? In the worst case scenario, the current ambassador may be changed (again) and someone who moves according to the will of the country may be sent out.

"The information-gathering will be carried out by you, Mr. Farkil, Mr. Razornik, and others involved in this activity, and Senator Laquéus and the leader of the Asakor party will be the point of communication, and don't tell the ambassador, but we have measures to take when the extraordinary government finds out."

"What kind of measures?

"I haven't been taught either."

Questioned by his sister, Cruello shrugged his shoulder.

"Artel can use the Internet, but the Nemoralis side can't even confirm what Artel is telling them, so they're drooling them all they want to say, whether they're lying or whatever."

"Is that what you said I had to read three times?

When the boy soldier Morph looked up and said, Medvege laughed a lot.

"That's what I said. Kirkuls are a lot of guys in a common language speaking country. You can't read them in Hunan, can you?

"Huh? You wrote it in Hunan, with no?

"What do you want me to do with him?

Elantis and the boy soldier crushed their liver at the driver's point.

"I'll pass it on to the people around here. How many countries do you think the Hunan region alone has?

Old fisherman Aviace said, the two regained some calm. Amana spreads the atlas out of a crate containing textbooks.

"Well, there's plenty of them."

Where Juvenile Soldier Morph was convinced, Cruillo smiled bitterly and entered the conversation.

"The contents are together, so I didn't copy them, but I followed Hunan and put them out in a common language."

"Why not? I'll say it first..."

"So you're not letting go of me anymore?

As Pinatifida said in a bright voice, Morph pulled in the continuation of his complaint.

"I'm just getting started, and I don't have a lot of people watching, so I'm less influential, but, Farkill, you guys are working hard on diffusion, so I guess it'll arrive in the meantime"

For the people of the world connected by the Internet, it seems that the Republic of Nemoralis is a "creepy country that you may not be good at" surrounded by the darkness of lack of information.

The announcement by the Royal Lacrimalis Army reinforced the impression that "a nest of wicked wizards using evil (ah) shiki (purposefully) that converted magical creatures into weapons”.

The Royal Army told me that the demonic asthma cannon… the darkness of cleansing was in no way illegal in the light of the international conventions of the time when it was made, but was inhibited by the darkness of preconceptions, the fact of which did not reach the hearts of the Kirkurs of the world.

If the transmission of the ambassador to Amitostigma becomes the light of a single article that pioneers darkness, will it bring it closer to peace, either in one step or in half?

Can that light cleave the "darkness of the image” created by the Artel Republic in propaganda and become a wake-up call for the peoples of the world?

... I wonder where that voice should be delivered to?

As the former Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis moved to a republican system, Spelldoctor Septentorio heard that "in a democratic system, sovereignty rests with the people".

If you are a sovereign citizen, do you have to pass it on to all the people of both Nemoralis and Artel and draw their will in total?

Septentorio Lacus Negna imagined an uninterrupted task, with a light glare.