It's all one flower.

In front of the choir surrounding the conference desk, there is a score, one piece at a time.

"Anyway, you tried to break the Kirkuls' insides into not allowing them to get along with those who use evil."

"I can't say it wasn't at all, but the clergy on both sides did not prohibit marriages with pagans"

"Huh?

Many surprises echoed in the conference room.

Amiella also doesn't know how the rest of her body was at the time of her grandparents' marriage. But at least my great-aunt, Kalindula, was best friends with the Kirkursian Kufushenka manager, so I thought she wouldn't have argued against faith for a reason or anything.

According to the story of my great-aunt, they had a wedding in a Kirkulus church.

"Um, okay?

"Go ahead."

Raising his hand small, Cleric Geemun urged him with a smile.

Amiella turns to the body by body choir and says:

"Not only are we married, but our friends are normal... even if we have different beliefs, we were close."

The silently pointed gaze was clear, cold and sharp.

"For example, my grandmother and my great-aunt had best friends who were Kirkurs."

The choir's gaze was mixed with various emotions, such as suspicion and confusion, which stabbed Amiella in the chest more sharply than words.

"The man is a special craftsman whose faith must be serious when he says he is a star road craftsman, but he always took care of the letters he received from his great-aunts and the pictures he took with him. I used it as a clue to meet my great-aunt."

The air in the meeting room rocks amazingly.

"When I was a young man, Senator Lacueus of the Listwer Autonomous Region was in charge of the harp at the Lacus Lacrimalis Symphony Orchestra, and so I took part in the composition of" Teaching True. "

"You can still hear his harp on Yourcast."

Fiarlka turns on the terminal and says, but not a single choir responds.

Where does the haulier blow the wind, but Amiela got more upset.

"Eh, the symphony orchestra at that time said there were people of all faiths. But they also played songs that arranged the curse, songs that had to do with faith on holidays, they all played it right."

"Really?

"What song exactly?

"Nobody cared?

"That faith has nothing to do with music?

Questions fly from all over the conference room.

Amiella did not turn a blind eye, but looked at each and every one and answered.

"It's true. Specific songs are" Find This Great Sky "and" All One Flower "in the weather forecast."

"Huh? What do you say, Cotto?

Alto's lady puts on cheek meat and asks.

"The weather forecast is, uh... I forgot about some schools, but it's an arrangement of spells that can rain"

"I know that. [Flying Swallow] Faculty's [Gentle Rainfall]."

One of the sopranos said, the rest nodded at the same time.

"Did you know? I have a record, and it was the Lacus Lacrimalis Symphony Orchestra."

"Is that record here now?

"On the island of Nemoralis, the people of the mobile broadcaster Praetermissa have it. My great-aunt was in charge of the song, so please check with her when you get a chance."

From all over, little sighs leak.

Amiella stretched her spine.

"My great-aunt also married a Kirkur."

A silent surprise fills the meeting room and the air freezes.

Amiella continued, holding both fists on her knees.

"The song" All One Flower "we're looking for lyrics now is a foster song from the village of Assayate in the Ougali Mountains"

That's where the choir is also informed, nodding small and encouraging ahead.

"As a song to mark the centenary of the Rakus Lacrimalis Republic transition, I decided to create another lyric just before half a century of civil unrest, and my great-aunt was chosen as a symbol of national reconciliation, as a singer."

"With pagans... marriage..."

"That Mr. Niptra?

A whisper of sighing spreads into the conference room.

"My great-aunt's husband was a perpetual race of powerless people because he was a Kirkur... but at the time I was glad I could marry regardless of the difference I said that, and I didn't have to hide it"

"All one water compatriot. Our Fraxinus has no commandment to forbid us to get along with someone because of differences in race, faith, or magic."

When Cleric Geemun said, the young man earlier disputed.

"But the Kirkurs treat us wizards like wizards."

"That's the idea of heresy. That's the song."

The red-haired cleric showed the score on the desk by hand (by the way).

"When and where the teachings of Kirkulus have been distorted, my gift (slight) ignorance, but the distortion of intolerance cannot seem to be the cause of half a century of civil strife"

"Sing this and you'll be at peace?

"Such an unscrupulous"

"How do you get it to Artel?

"No, shouldn't it arrive?

"What would you do if a heathen sang a Kirkulus song and was attacked all the way to our country!

"Still, keep singing."

The assertion of impossibility and the cry of complaining of danger quelled with the well-attended voice of the haulier Fiarluca.

"I've already put it up on Yourcast, but there's still a lot of people who don't listen to music online."

"So I think that's dangerous."

"I don't think so. I only streamed it once in the meantime on AM Sheliak's late night broadcast. It also reached northern Artel, including the metropolitan area, but it was generally well received. If I sell CDs on Lanterna Island to try them, they sell surprisingly."

The eyes of the choir are opened.

"So you keep singing to reach as many people as possible. Deliver it to the pilgrims and it will spread to the Lake East region. It will reach the Kirkurs over there."

"Via the Hudong region, and one day it will also reach the entire Artel?

"That's so relaxing."

"If I had said that, would there have been another fifty years of war and Lacrimaris might be more involved?

Last year, a tank unit of the Artel Army broke into the southern part of the island of Nenia across the North Vieetfi Bridge and was planted with the seeds of a raging wind tree. The Kingdom of Lacrimalis is also already adequate and involved.

When Fiarlka said, a young man from Tenor stood up for the score in his hand.