It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio began to take a nap in the corner of the carrier shortly after his meal.

Giorchi and Cruello continue their conversation in a whisper, sometimes spying on the couch. Are you too tired, the curse doctor didn't respond to people's voices at all.

"Make money? Why?

Boy soldier Morph raises a question.

If that's why, then Cruillo can tell, but he waited for Aviace's answer, born during the Civil Unrest of the Half Century.

"A warring country will be attacked and its production base destroyed, and there will be no one to build or buy anything."

"Seo-san Kippen?

"For example, if it's a fish, it's harder to fry the fish caught when the fishing port breaks down"

"Yeah."

Nodding at fishermanlike explanations.

Cruillo recalled the port of Gereso, destroyed by the attack of the Star Road Prostitutes and the air raid of the Artel Lanista coalition.

"If you're a farmer, if the fields get hit, you're done, and even a bakery, if a factory to flour wheat gets hit, it's gonna be hard to work"

When I saw Leno, I nodded that he was right.

"Something else, if the roads get hit, you can't carry raw vegetables and fresh food, and if you evacuate like us that you survived, you're not going to make it."

"Hmm? But, Mr. Store Manager, you made bread and sold it."

"When I had the store, I sold a lot more of the different kinds."

Leno's expression did not change, but his voice could only be heard trembling with a heart.

Jorch takes on the explanation.

"Even if production and logistics lag behind, if there is money in it, to some extent it is imported. With fewer areas available to civilians on their own, the military and the government have to represent the distribution, but life can be managed"

"The city you've been in, the army delivered it."

Boy soldier Morph surprises.

"On the island of Nemoralis, except for items with originally high import percentages, such as fuel and medicines, it still appears that they can be bribed (or shady) by private transport. Prices have gone up, but not enough to starve to death."

"The local stuff wasn't that expensive."

Reno, who did many price surveys, said, getting back on track.

Jorch, who compiled that information into a news manuscript, dropped his gaze on the tablet terminal.

"The supplies necessary for the continuation of the war… combat food (ration), weapons and ammunition are actively sold in by civilian companies dealing with munitions, and civilian mercenary companies, as well as states with large munitions companies, will support it"

"The so-called Death Merchant."

When the old fisherman Aviace seeped remorse, the boy soldier Morph was angry.

"Someone who makes money by making someone else unhappy."

Jorch says bitterly.

"Sad, but you're right. At first glance, even a company that makes generic parts such as screws that have nothing to do with war, if the weapons factory uses the company's products, even if it doesn't intend to, it turns out to have helped the war"

"Even fishermen don't have to catch fish to try to make it combat food, but sometimes the company that bought the fish processes it into cans for it. Everyone in the world seems to have nothing to do with it, and it's connected somewhere."

Cruillo agreed with the folk-like answer of the lake of the old fisherman Aviace.

"It seems that our activities are being used by Hidden Kirkurs connected to the star sign, and I find it difficult to draw the line from where to where the responsibility for making someone unhappy in war is."

"What's our activity?

Morph saw Cruillo with a face like a pigeon had eaten a bean cannon.

"Farkill, it was in the report you made for me. Roark, they say you checked it out, but the president of Lyabina's warehouse company is apparently working with volunteers, but they're working a lot to increase the number of Kirkurs in the back."

"It's hard, I haven't read it at all"

Cruillo couldn't find any words to comfort the morphs that were drooped.

Medvege laughs off.

"Boy, I have other mountains to do. Just do what you can now."

Morph looked up, but would be in the shadow of an old fisherman and wouldn't see his expression from Medvege.

"I don't know about the election without trying to open the lid, but this time it was generally as the Lower Horse Review"

Joorci returned to the conversation. The voice is mixed with the colour of discouragement and giving up.

In the national political elections, the Artel party prevailed by a majority, and the presidential primaries were also passed, including the incumbent President Poderes, a candidate calling for the continuation of the war against the Republic of Nemoralis.

The only one who appealed for peace to move on to the next stage. Only the Humnus candidate for the Peaceful Light Party.

Morph glistened as announcer Jorch looked at the list of tablet devices that Cruello had brought home and read out the name of the winner of the presidential preliminary and the party to which he belonged, the convention, at the same pace as the news.

"Well, Hum, if he doesn't become president, the war's over, right?

"I voted for Humnus because I'm a minority."

Medvege nodded heavily as Jorch answered with a troubled face.

"I don't know how Artel's election works, but if any of the Nemoralis Panic Squad kills President Poderes or any of the other candidates, he's gonna be president."

"Why not?"

Morph pointing his mouth.

Jorch supplemented.

"If President Poderes is assassinated, you get a replacement out of the Artel party and you do the presidential job. You're the assistant president for that. Assuming all the aides and other candidates are killed, they'll be out of the Artel party by the end of the presidential primaries."

"Why?

"Because President Poderes is from the Artel Party. People of the same opinion come together to form a political party. In representative democracy, when something happens to a president, it's easier to get a substitute out of the same person to reflect the opinion of the people."

Morph shut up with a difficult face.

Even if the Humnus of the Peaceful Light Party were to become president, Congress, with the Artel Party of the First Opposition in the majority, would be rough.

If the tranquil Light Party joins the Artel Party in an attempt to eliminate the twist, the smaller parties will be swallowed up.

If you ignore Congress and continue to exercise your presidential authority, you may be impeached.

Nor did the ordinary people of Artel think they would follow the opinions of a minority to a great extent.