It's all one flower.

He was only young and his treatment of Korchark went well.

Earlier than expected by the spelldoctor Septentorio, the patient will have his face blown (dust) when the restoration of the necrotic leg is complete.

Mella greeted my mother with a playable smile.

"Mother, just great! Brother, tomorrow, you said you could get a leg tie!

"Weren't you ahead of me?

The mother and child, facing each other for a long time, saw Korchark's feet with a face mixed with surprise and joy. A young man in a wheelchair has no knee to bottom of one leg.

The mother wept and saw the spelldoctor Septentorio, who brought her in [leap].

"Here… the Temple Attachment Hospital has a [pot of activation (two)], so we have been able to restore the necrotic tissue. Depending on the attending physician, the connection surgery is tomorrow."

"Isn't it today?"

"You have to take a day to find out if there's a problem."

The cutting surface is covered in flesh and skin and is beautiful as if it had not originally been.

Mother listens softly wiping tears.

"Surgery... wouldn't you magically stick it together?"

"I can't connect like this, so hang up [anesthesia] and cut it a little, then magically connect it. The connection itself is done quickly, but with physical recovery and rehabilitation, we need to stay in the hospital for a while longer."

It was a village. Repeating the explanation, the mother nodded with an indescribable face.

In addition to the patient's beds in the private room, there is an accompanying bed, and a secondary school textbook is spread out.

Mella said well.

"Your brother taught me to study properly. Nurses, they're gentle. Easy win, easy win"

"If you file an application with the receptionist, you can stay another night."

"I can't stay very long, but, um... then I can be sweet with your words and let you stay until the surgery is done..."

"Please say it at the reception upstairs."

The nurse who had just come in labored (was there) the mother of the seriously injured patient with a gentle grin.

The spelldoctor Septentorio left the hospital room alone.

Through the grounds of the Western Temple, take a boat crossing to the canal.

The city of Lacrimaris, the king's capital, seemed like a patchwork, mixed with places as he remembered them and places that were completely unusual.

Enter the library of the Second Temple of Wangdu.

I hear the meeting is over. A haulier, Fiarluca, was seen messing with the tablet terminal, also in the corridor columns.

"I did it sooner than I thought."

"What happened to Mr. Amiela?"

"I'm reading a book in your room."

The haulier cleaned out the terminal into the bag and headed back. The spelldoctor Septentorio follows in a ho.

The browsing room is full of blonde needles.

As the two people of the lake lowered their hips across the street, Amiela raised her face from the book and smiled.

"You did well, didn't you?

"Hmm. What do you think? He told me that about 30% of people would sing."

"The other half or so, he said he wanted to think a little bit, and we'll figure it out in there."

In contrast to the anxious Amiela, Fiarluca said with ease.

"Tomorrow, there's a second broadcast on AM Sheliak, so I asked you to think about it again."

"Would someone who disagrees bother to wake up late at night and listen?

To the anxiety of Septentorio, Fiarluca returned a serene smile that looked like a former cleric.

"I'm not going to the wax that forces me to listen, but I can handle it because the guy who listens says his heart is leaning this way about half the time"

The presidential race for the Republic of Artel and the national political elections, in which half are re-elected, will take place three days later and will be opened immediately.

Nearly 30% of voters had already voted before the due date and could not read the extent to which this broadcast could have an impact.

"What about Artel?"

"When I say listener, or because it's the young Co-centric who realizes the show exists, I don't expect it to be directly linked to the vote this time around, but I'm kind of hoping for diffusion."

When Amiela heard terribly, Fiarluca pointed the terminal at the two of them.

"In proportion to the number of photo album downloads, Yourcast access is growing."

"The second broadcast, too, did this inform you?

"No way. Same as before, poster. This time, not only did I get an abandoned hospital in the city of Ignikans, but I also had it affixed to a lodging where a young co from the island of Lanterna was likely to stay."

"Are you okay?

Septentorio was surprised.

On the island of Lanterna, there is a base for the Artel army. It wasn't necessarily that soldiers from the policing unit would not patrol, and I didn't care.

Fiarlka laughs invincibly.

"It's okay. All Islanders don't care about government control from the edge."

Septentorio twisted his neck inside wondering if the young people who went to buy the CD would stay at the island inn, but Fiarluca is confident.

Amiella listens in a thin voice.

"There's too much information spread on the Internet, the great people of the Artel government noticed, regulations, military intrusion (jamming)... are you okay?

"That's fuel in itself. At least not until after the election."

The needle turned its half-hearted eyes to the two people of the lake.

"Regulating it just makes you dive underground and take it away in real life, because they take something you like and you're not the only one who cries."

Either way, there is some movement within the Artel Republic.

... does that make any predictions for her or Razornik as to what the move will be?

The spelldoctor Septentorio thought he would be made fun of from what he had heard and didn't.

When I was summoned to the Great Temple of the King's Capital, I lay low on who called me for what.

Perhaps Sneigh was just asked to leave a message, too, and was not informed of anything.

... Whose, what intent, and where are you headed?

As soon as he noticed the situation as if wrapped in fog, Septentorio Lacus Negna remembered the chills.