It's all one flower.

The cafe clerk comes upstairs to the seat and asks if there are any additional orders.

Silva and Ziolito said no, and Leno and Cruillo asked for a cup of townhearted tea for the two of us.

No one opened their mouths until the clerk brought the tea and went back to the first floor again.

Leno drinks up the unscented tea and slowly answers, with the help of the new Townhouse Tea, making sure one word and one reaction at a time.

"Of course (of course), my sister matters. I've been protecting them ever since they burned me out."

"It's a lie! If your sister is important, it would be strange not to hate Kirkurist fanatics."

... Sister... Woman... Right.

In Leno's head, Ziolito's intense upset was connected with the findings of the report's locks.

"I have no power to fight because I am a powerless people. Together with the childhood trainers, I've done more to protect them than to fight, and I want to continue to do so."

"But Mr. Roark said that even the powerless people survived by joining the operation...!

"Who told you that?

"It's Mr. Oriol. I heard there were many people who returned unharmed and powerless."

Ziolito responded well to Cruillo's question.

Silva's expression remains the same.

Leno couldn't figure out the line of information they would decide to "let out".

"That's not the two of us, and Roark, you're not the wacko I liked and joined"

"So why did you have the weapon?

Ziolito embarked on himself again.

"Because Silva's people took hostages to my sister, to a druggist I can't fight with."

"It's a lie! Those people are like that......!

"The hostages were roughly arraigned in that operation... and Mr. Oriole killed the one who was able to return."

"Mr. Oriole let us go after those used up. If you think it's a lie, you should ask them if they still have a spell or a weapons maker."

Cruillo said quickly following Leno, blocking Ziolito.

I looked next door like a brunette boy had been played, but Silva wouldn't move one eyebrow with a gentle smile on her face.

... You want me to tell you where you are, Roark, not our solicitation, and pull that co in?

"How can you forgive the fanatics who hurt your sister? You really hate it, don't you?

Ziolito's voice gets humid.

Leno answered, gazing at the pale colour of the Zhenhua tea.

"I won't forgive you."

"After all, you hate me, don't you?

My spine froze in my bright voice, but I keep pretending to be calm.

"There are no more executioners in the suicide bomber. But I don't think all Kirkurs hate each other."

"Why? It was the Kirkurs who hurt your sister so badly, wasn't it?

"You're the one, why are you saying that? Faith is the same, but we all think and act differently."

"For example?"

"Uh, some years ago, the Republic of Banksia or something was on the news designating the star sign (servant) as an international terrorist organization, didn't you know?

Ziolito stood down and shook his shoulder.

... Why are you crying?

"Isn't that a superficial pose? The Cathedral, the Banksian government, and the Barbatum Federation are supporting the Artel of the Terrorist Support Nation."

The slowly raised face distorted into a mocking grin, and the unusual glow of his eyes ejected Leno.

Cheap drone sales, the Lacus Regional Corporate Park Plan and its beginnings Rufus Industrial Park Plan… The word in the report read out in the news by announcer Jorch runs over several heads.

"Not all believers in the public are wacky with that idea. What about the military and police people who control terrorism? If I were a decent believer, I wouldn't be wacky to forgive terrorism, even the clergy."

Leno's voice was scratched off with a shitty laugh. Breathtaking and solidified, the same goes for Silva.

When Cruello removed the teapot lid, the cafe's private room was full of scents of small-flowered tea, spreading from the doorless room to the entire second floor. Leno conveys his thanks to childhood taming with his eyes and takes a slow, deep breath.

Ziolito's laughter quenched and her lips, which caught the corner of her mouth, threw up words.

"It is the priesthood that is corrupt. Eat your followers, devour your private lust, and ignore terrorism by acquiescing to the star's mark (servant) on our cuteness. It's this war, by the way. Still, don't you hate Kirkurs? They must have burned the house with an air strike, right?

"Are you... the hell...?

Without responding to Leno's dismal inquiry, Ziolito rolls unilaterally.

"Even though the Bible doesn't say a single line, we fomented the war to destroy the wicked wizard of Nemoralis who uses" evil. "They're happy the city of Nemoralis burned wilderness in an air strike, aren't they? Isn't the priest a futsu" prayer for peace ”?

"Do you have a cot that you met directly with the Kirkulus priesthood?

When I heard Cruillo pretend to know nothing, my blood drew from Ziolito's face.

The old lady Silva doesn't even change one complexion to the boy's rudeness.

Cruillo coughs up one and says:

"Even the Fluxinus are a lot of things. Even those who believe in the same god, the idea of politics and the way the country is, falls apart."

"... so?

Hear the boy crawl through the blood buildup.

The wizard Cruillo answered without fright.

"So after half a century of civil unrest, the country was divided into three parts."

"I don't know what a terrible cot you've been to the Kirkurs, but I think the only thing you think you're where you are now is that you're of a different kind than before, and it's the same darkness,"

"Even though I'm freer now and have a real sense of life?

Ziolito's face distorted uncomfortably.