It's all one flower.

Roark has been gripping tablet terminals since this morning.

I let the sweat seep through my palms and I don't know how many times I've pressed the reload button again.

It's Sunday and the spellhouse is closed.

Instead of staying in the basement Chernoknyjnik, I'm in the inn that the haulier Fiarlka took for me.

There was also a reception set in addition to the bed and a small writing desk in a room where Roark was usually a little better than the room where he stayed with Skinum.

I will face Kruilo on the couch, but neither will open my mouth nearly (mostly) since this morning.

Voting for the Preliminary Presidential and National Elections for the Republic of Artel began at 8 a.m.

The two follow the movement of the average person on the SNS with a tablet terminal in the morning.

After the voting deadline of 8 p.m., it was affixed to the Bulletin of Invoicing and to the coverage of the Exit Survey.

In particular, the SNS will be removed as soon as it is hooked up to censorship, or the contributor will be arrested for violating the public office election law.

Fiarlka instructed me to pick up the raw voice of the Arthurians, and the two spent much more time glimmering with a small screen except for the least.

I don't hear from anyone via email or anything.

By now, I'm sure, the Farkills and the other comrades will do the same work.

Is it Imi's idea to increase taxes on financial resources for economic measures?

Are you still at war for late payment of corporate pensions?

I'm not buying weapons. I need more money for welfare.

After the declaration of war on the Republic of Nemoralis, the economy within the Republic of Artel deteriorated.

Condolences for the victims of terrorism. Payments will be made next year.

What are you going to do now that the head of the household has lost his income?

I can't believe the insurance company broke down and you didn't decide on the underwriting company.

After the war, the Kingdom of Lacrimalis implemented a blockade on the lake, stirred up by delayed logistics in the Hunan region and soaring prices. In addition, the disruption in futures markets that has continued since last year has resulted in successive non-delivery of bills, which also had a significant impact on financial institutions.

Don't get your hands on the war, do more of the people's lives.

It's all Nemoralis' fault.

The Devil's Asthma War, when will it end?

If we destroy the Nemoralis completely, it will be over, won't it?

"Or destroy the demon asthma cannon..."

I thought it was incompetence to just end it.

Such a grudge festival disappears when it is posted with the incumbent president and various slangs of opposition names.

Farkil's story says that some of them were erased by the authorities, but others by the person before they were found.

Roark doesn't know what it means to write it and erase it right away, but now he moved his hand without thinking about it anyway and even collected data.

The graph in the invoicing bulletin shows significant growth in the opposition, the Artel Party.

... You're so cursed.

Roark remembered last night's intercession.

"People who are bumping into each other online are loud, but small in numbers."

"What are you going to do with it?

Employee Cruillo surprises (a lot) the haulier Fiarlka.

"It may contain something that you can use. You don't have to worry about who the caller is, so you can collect them anyway, including the conversation flow?

"I don't mind collecting it, but there's a lot of data I don't need, I wonder."

"Never mind if you're paying for capacity and pakery. Give me the whole thing later, and if it's heavy, you can turn off the device's."

Fiarluca tells Cruillo's worries elsewhere (approx.).

"Isn't it hard to find?

"We'll do a lot of checking on the data, and we'll aggregate it as far as we know about the origin attributes, so not only the caller's account name, but also stick with the comments so you don't forget the news comment section, message boards and other URLs."

"Who's going to help me out with a lot of people?

"I don't know."

"Huh?

I'm surprised we both have an obvious answer for Fiarlka.

The haulier of the people of the lake added with a far-sighted eye.

"There are a little over seventy of us, even if I spoke directly, and Mr. Razornik, the leader of the Asakor party, Senator Jubermen, Mr. Mariana and Comrades of Barbatum have asked me to mobilize, and if I let in someone I know or something, no one knows how many of them will help in all?

"Weird people, don't you mingle? Like the president of the Oost Warehouse, someone who pretends to help and uses this activity, someone who interrupts..."

Roark had goosebumps remembering the smile of President and Mrs. Oost he saw at the hidden church.

Cruillo also nods and looks at Fiarluca. He read the report that Farkill put together.

The haulier had a thin grin on his lips.

"Thanks for worrying about me. It's okay to say that because it's already woven."

The two of them had no words and looked into the green eyes.

"What we need you to collect now is the data that was originally on the Internet, so anyone can access it without regulation."

Fiarlka hangs up the words there and waits for the two of them to react. When Roark and Cruillo, unfamiliar with the Internet, snorted back satisfactorily and continued.

"Collect it and find out what information you might be able to use… For example, find out the attributes of an account that raised a dissatisfaction and find out what layer to work with, and what area to put it on… Well, you can use your head for a variety of purposes."

Even so, Roark can't imagine its use and operation.

"In order to extract it, you should have as much data as possible."

"Is the purpose of this time to gather basic data to manipulate information later?

"That's what I say, Cotto."

Fiarlka giggles. Roark was surprised at Cruillo's brilliance.

"It's data that anyone can see, so it's in the hands of someone connected to a star sign or something... can I cross it?

Cruillo shares his ponderous thoughts as he twists his neck with a half-hearted face.

Roark saw Fiarlka's hand in an indescribable way. Her terminal is affixed with a protective film and from this angle the display is invisible.

"That's right. I want you to know what we're trying to find out about Artel from this election."

"Is it cot to teach on purpose?

When Roark raised his voice in surprise, the haulier saw this one with an ambiguous look.

"You might get suspicious if you leak it deliberately, so it would be ideal to pretend you don't notice and say it insignificantly."

"Subtle data...? So, what do we do?

Even Cruillo doesn't see the story at all.

"Let me predict what kind of public opinion manipulation we're going to do, and if you hit the counter against it, on the contrary, I wish I could trap it so that it works against Artel's side, but will you hook it up well... Ma, if you can't pass it on, don't pass it on, it won't interfere, and now either is fine"

... Is the information version of the Nemoralis guerrilla grabbed a weapon with a transmitter from the arsenal of the Artel Army a cot?

The two were unconvinced and instructed to assign the subject of the investigation.