It's all one flower.

When Amana finished eating first, she took the next roll.

Continue reading as you note the crate instead of your desk.

... you never seem to get back to me when I talk to you.

Cruillo snuck up and smiled bitterly and looked at Elantis. My sister's best friend is also softly restless about wanting to read more soon.

"It's a small day and I'll clean it up later, so Pina and Tis are good."

"Are you sure?

Pinatifida and Elantis look at their brother, mixing surprises with a smile.

Reno laughed back.

"I'd have trouble doing it in the sky above and getting turned upside down,"

"Are you sure?

Pinatifida looked at his brother a little badly, but Elantis narrowed his eyes with cheeks all over his mouth.

"Instead, you can tell me a lot later."

"Yeah. I want to explain it in one go, so I'll put it all together."

I don't see Leno and his sister floating around.

Cruillo was concerned, but now he could pull the question in.

... It's certainly a hassle to explain that number of books over and over again.

Besides, I don't know what kind of retribution there is in which volume.

The boy soldier Morph told the old fisherman Aviace about the fish, and rarely could the meal proceed.

"Boy, the soup in the corner is gonna get cold"

"It's hot, it's hot, it's cold."

When Medvege says he's finished eating first, he says he looks like he's having a heart attack and resumes his conversation with Aviace. As the old fisherman lowered his eyebrows and met small, the truck driver responded with his thumbs up.

"Farkill, I'm sure you'll put it together later."

After dinner, Cruillo said no so and placed the tablet terminal in front of Jorch. Follow from side to side and open a folder that just packs a huge amount of information anyway. The crate and the latest device looked grossly disproportionate.

Jorch, a state-owned broadcast announcer, took off his glasses and wiped them as he ran his eyes all the way to the list of file names, turning a troubled eye to Cruillo.

"If you have a list of voting results, I'd like to see..."

"Uh... wait a minute, please"

Take it again and open the file from one end with a stare in the saved time zone. I managed to find what I was looking for and gave it to him again.

... Now it's hard for people to analyze the information.

Cruello still hasn't been able to remember the input.

I thought I didn't want to have time, so I gave the file name a four-digit number, but my stomach ached that I should have given it a more understandable name.

Furkill will also have a hard time making the summary eventually.

Jorch is obsessed with reading the starlight newspaper bulletin. I scrolled through the screen with a swollen hand and proceeded to read it and moved on to the next file.

Leno and old fisherman Aviace finish dishwashing and cleaning up and expand the Artel newspaper that Cruillo brought home.

It's the morning paper the day after the vote.

Opposition prevails over economic measures, tremendously forward

At the top of one side of the Starlight newspaper, there will be a large picture of the incumbent President Poderes and others delighted with the re-election of the Artel Party's founding legislator.

"If I go to war with myself, I think the cost of war will be too bad for me."

"If your country doesn't, do you make money?

Cruillo asked, with the words of Aviace, who shook his head, caught on.

Boy soldier Morph sits down next to the old fisherman and sees the newspaper he spreads with a strange face. Recently I was able to read quite a few sentences, but the articles on political relations had a lot of jargon, wrinkling between my eyebrows to gaze at the side of Aviace.

Medvege, sitting next to her opposite, raised a single eyebrow and distorted her nibbles and lips.

"I don't know which letter, do I?

"This"

"That's right. It's got a description of the enclosure down there. How's that?

"Oh, really. Wow, you're reading this newspaper."

The expression disappeared right from his delighted face. They were also difficult to explain.

Aviace explains gently.

"Manifesto...... political convention. This time, I would have elected you at Artel. If I win, I promise I'll make it happen for voters."

"Heh."

Morph leaked his voice with an obscure face, like he understood.

"You don't have to blame me for failing to live up to your commitments during your tenure."

"What the hell?

Round your eyes to Jorch's commentary.

"We have a candidate who wants to collect votes with empty promises that we can't or won't, so we have to be sure who votes."

"The old man on the radio, can you do that?

With a look of respect, Jorch, a state-run broadcast announcer, smiled sadly.

"This is hard to do. I've been fooled many times."

"Even Grandma, are you murky..."

Morphs groan.

Cruillo had never checked to see if the candidate had fooled him.

Immediately after the vote, the electoral gazette is put out for retrieval of old paper.

I've never given a damn what kind of convention the winner put up.

"I wonder how many people realize they've been tricked."

"I'll be in the paper if you need anything, and I'll say it on the radio. Just remember who you voted for."

They said it as a consolation, but I felt sorry for rejecting it.

"I voted for Senator Eva."

I didn't know you were a Hidden Kirkulus.

How many decent politicians are there in the Nemoralis Republic if we pull the Senators who secretly promoted the study of demonic asthma cannons and the Hidden Kirkurs?

Moreover, many lives were lost in air raids on the island of Nenia.

I could never imagine how anyone would negotiate peace with Artel.