It's all one flower.

Without betraying the expectations of the press companies and intellectuals in the Artel Republic, the national political elections were successfully won by the first opposition party, the Artel Party.

What was unexpected was a leap forward in the tranquil Light Party.

A small party full of foam (Urumari) candidates, everyone breaks through the winning line with a critical mass for less candidates. Late at night, it was established that three seats had been extended since the last time.

Among a few opposition parties, it can be described as a big win for this small party.

The singing that reaches Congress.

From singer to national politics

Performer candidates leap forward

Fluffy headlines appear one after the other on the late-night portal.

Unparalleled by the Artel party, which holds the majority of seats, the rarity with floating votes flowing to the party appealing for peace buzzed the election bulletins of the press companies.

Timeless, press companies don't put in the word "peace" anywhere.

... Is it still better that the candidate who appealed for peace just wasn't erased?

Now, even if we erase those who stand in the way, we will sin and delude the Nemoralis Grief Squad.

I realized that the Peaceful Light Party was so powerless that they didn't think it was in my way that I felt indescribable.

Roark is a high school student and still doesn't have the right to vote.

I don't even know when the next election will be.

This is the first time in my life that I have watched the election so far.

The Republic of Nemoralis has seen the devastation of many cities on the island of Nenia and the restrictions on access have not yet been lifted. When the due date came, I felt like I couldn't do anything.

I saw the voter Cruillo, but he pasted it on the screen of his tablet device and didn't notice Roark's gaze.

The two continued to gather information without a single night's sleep until the innkeeper hung his breakfast voice.

Have the sandwich brought to the room and pinch it with one hand, without busy (spinning) the device with the other hand.

The terminal I put on the tabletop suddenly trembles and releases my finger as a ghost.

Cruillo also stopped his hand and looked anxiously at Locke's terminal.

Mr. Razornik texted me.

When Roark put an icon on him and made him grow up, Cruello pulled out of his shoulder and went back to work.

Good morning, Mr. Tired yesterday. Get some rest. "

"Are we glad we slept?

"When you think about it, you have comrades in countries with jet lags."

The two of them laughed bitterly and Roark replied to the point of understanding. I'll keep my mouth shut for staying up all night.

Cruillo's eyes are red. So will Roark.

I sent the data to the designated cloud and finally my shoulder load went down.

I have an eyelid in the core of my head, but I can't sleep with my eyes open.

I sipped cold vanilla tea and asked the voters in front of me.

"I've never seen election bulletins or anything like that before. How is Mr. Cruillo?

"Me too. I thought whoever did it was with me, so I did it to Texto every time, and I didn't give a shit if the people who voted were doing their job right."

A young voter drops his shoulder with a sigh.

They were both born after half a century of civil unrest.

He was not involved at all in the election of members of the branch party of Qin Peel (Tonerico) who made him study the demonic asthma cannon.

They burned their homes before they were born or because of their elected "representatives of the people" before they gained the right to vote, and they were the wings of leaving their country.

Roark doesn't feel comfortable blaming the voters at the time.

Few of the people know they let the study of the demonic asthma gun go underway in secret.

If it were an undertaking that was not confidential and made widely known to the public, fewer people would have voted for "Senators who pushed research projects for demon asthma cannons through the bill" in the next election.

... I just found out, I can't believe I can do anything until the next election.

"There's a lot of claims about candidates, and... there's no one else who can agree to the whole thing."

"Uh... right. Even my friends don't have the perfect guy."

"Right? But I can't separate“ opinion one ”from“ opinion two ”from a single senator. I don't like this guy's economic policies, but he can't have welfare policies."

"All affirmations or all denials are impossible if they were normal dating"

Roark remembered his grandfather bragging about his relationship with a hidden Kirkrussian congressman.

"There seems to be a complaint to the senator, asking him to amend his opinion,"

"Well, I wish I knew you from the beginning."

"Uh..."

The Diaphanes, who were bitterly laughed at by Cruillo and have a close relationship with the senator through faith, were reminded that it was not common.

"It's a pretty good job, but it's got a bad personality, so people don't want to see you outside the workplace are in Hutu, and I think even the politicians have to say that."

"I like this guy's policy over here, but I wish I could say no to that policy"

They say the Razorniks pre-flushed propaganda, but the Roarks don't know what they spread. It was also unclear to what extent there was an impact on the election results.

Roark remembered the data he had gathered this time with Cruello's metaphor.

There are many topics of economic measures and welfare, and surprisingly, we cannot touch on the war.

Nemoralis, unanimous in discussing it, may not have been contentious, but given that the Peaceful Light Party won the highest seat ever, I felt it wasn't.