It's all one flower.

"Even if you have the strength to fight, if you don't, you don't have the strength."

"What?"

Not only Leno and Cruillo, but also Silva's people, opened their deep green eyes and looked at the old lady.

Cruillo whispers [manicured water] and rewarms the town flower tea. The second floor of the cafe was full of sweet aromas and the frozen heart calmed slightly with a word from the guerrilla solicitor.

"Why did Mr. Journitol lose his temper to fight?

"Looks like that guy wasn't really on board originally, or maybe it's because he didn't like the fight?

Were they clouded, were they not indeed at the place where the Journeymen declared their departure, nor were they heard by the Orioles?

The old lady was one or two better than Leno's (wow) and she didn't know anything just by looking at her face.

"Mr. Rourke said he had no choice but to follow you because you left, even though you had the strength and the will to fight, right?

"Who told you that? In person?"

"Besides, she's a powerless people."

Cruillo and Leno did not understand the meaning of Ziolito's words.

"Mr. Roark hates the Kirkulus Church. So I joined the jihad that purifies corrupt denominations."

"What? Really, Roark, did you say that?

... hey, does the Fraxinus Church suck like a star sign?

Has the Grief Squad captured the organization and restored its power after the Vengeance was annihilated in an attack by the Nemoralis government forces?

If there were such a big move, there would be no hassle for the Razorniks, the comrades who were long enough to gather information to miss.

... and if the report says so, Mr Jourch or the captain will say something.

Ziolito, like the old lady Silva, said with her tea bowl over her lips in an elegant manner, dampening her mouth with tea.

"I heard you lived together with Mr. Roark, but you saw what he did, and you didn't notice anything?

A thin grin on her lips hindered her seizure, but she swallowed the irritation and observed the brunette boy.

It is somewhat of an aristocratic atmosphere reminiscent of Auserrat in the city of Dossici. Not only do tea productions, but every little trick is different from the ordinary people of Leno and Lower Town.

Born and raised in Barack Street in the Ristover Autonomous Region, it would be an opposite pole to the boy soldier Morph, who didn't even let Locke get an education. I'm a resident of a different world, from word to word.

... Why is such a wealthy Arthurian with Mr. Silva?

"You acted, Roark, and you were a customer who used to come to us sometimes to buy bread, and you were just burned out by terrorism and air raids and evacuated together. You're the one, don't check with him, Roark. What do you think you're looking at?

"There's nothing you can teach an impolite bakery without a name."

"I'm Leno from Tsubakiya. So, why did you think, Roark, that you would join the jihad?

Leno named himself Muppy.

If you're a Nemoralist... if you're a resident of a magical civilized area, you don't say this stupid thing.

... As long as it's called, Mr. Silva taught it anyway.

Cruillo breathed softly into the tea vessel, and the scent of small-flowered tea fluttered and tickled Leno's nose.

"Do you know where and what Mr. Roark is doing now?

Deep green eyes openly test Leno's and Cruello's reactions.

... "the face I know". You're not good at lying.

"I don't even know where the address is."

"I was able to rendezvous with your father at the Returning Refugee Center."

Cruillo picks up the rest of Leno and waits for Ziolito to react.

"... Refugee Center?

I tilted my neck and looked at Silva, but the old lady did not answer.

Deep green eyes return to the cruillo in front.

"You're Roark, your classmate, right? When and where was the last time you saw him?

"When did you guys break up with Mr. Rourke?

"You had a coup in Cravel last year, didn't you?

When Cruillo heard it, he nodded back at it.

"Right after that, Roark, your father came looking for you at the Returning Refugee Center."

"Roark, your family is safe, and they let you stay in a house you know, so I went to that guy."

Cruillo pulls out his shoulder to make him feel safe.

"If you'd met anywhere but Cravel after the coup, you could have gotten out of the fight."

"Yep. The first time I saw you was last fall."

... a theological student after all.

Leno glanced softly at Silva.

Guerrilla solicitors sip tea like every other HR.

"Didn't you guys escape with Mr. Rourke?

"It's a regular passenger car and I have luggage... I couldn't do it"

Cruillo answers bitterness.

"I tried to get out on foot, but I got caught in a bomb attack... my sister... got hurt badly..."

Leno was not acting, he was trapped in real fear, he couldn't say anything and he was lying down.

"I was able to stop the bleeding with the medicine Mr. Awellana gave me, and I managed to be admitted to Wang Du's hospital, so I'm fine now"

Cruillo explained instead and reheated the town flower tea with [dried water] again. Leno inhales the fragrance, which has become quite thin, as much as possible, to calm himself diligently.

"Bomb attack... the work of the star's mark. You must have hated the Kirkurs, right?

When Silva asked, something like dark expectations dwelt in Ziolito's dark green eyes.

Leno exhales slowly and answers with an unusually giddy eye.

"Faith alone doesn't make you like or hate people."

"Why? Kirkuls fanatics hurt your sister, and yet how can you say that? Don't you like your sister?

Giolito, the brunette boy, rode himself out to the table and ate him.