It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio stepped on the soil of the kingdom of Amitostigma for a long time.

... With that said, you've never been here with him before.

Early on arriving at the supporter Mariana's house, the spelldoctor and employee Cruillo, also greeted him there to the computer room.

Shortly after entering the pure white room, there is a Farkill boy facing the screen as usual, and he is horrified. Needle Amiella and Sarotka, along with singer Tygeta, are both forehead and working on something.

"Long time no see."

"Ah, curse doctor, Mr. Cruillo. Long time no see."

Amiella smiled first as the spelldoctor Septentorio spoke.

"Have you changed?

"How was everyone over here?

The Farkills finally took their eyes off the screen in a voice where the three exchanged greetings for a reunion.

"Ladies and gentlemen, much, enthusiastic, what are you looking at?

"I have information about a volunteer organization that says it's a messenger in the star world, but do you know anything about the spelldoctor (or the curse) and Mr. Cruello, too?

Furkill turns the chair half a turn to face each body again.

It seems he and Tygeta operate the computer, and the two needles look together next to the operator.

Cruello scratched his blonde head.

"For the internet news or something. Lately, I feel like I've seen it... sorry, I can't remember what the article is"

"A while back, I put an operative-like account on my report saying that I'm following the official SNS Star World envoy account, isn't that it?

"Oh, maybe that!

Cruillo's face brightened. Farkill seems to have quite a bit of information in mind.

The spelldoctor Septentorio handled his memory feeling like he'd heard it a long time ago.

"I think it was the name of a foreign volunteer organization that built a hospital in the Autonomous Community."

About ten years ago, he attended a meeting of the Emergency Medical Agreement between the City of Zerneau and the Autonomous Region of Listver as a surgeon in the Department of Surgery, and was briefed on the health care system by a representative of the Hospital Authority of the Autonomous Region.

A Kirkulus priest and Senator Laquéus told us about the establishment of the Listwer Hospital on St. Star's Road.

The envoys of the star world have sent medical practitioners from the Autonomous Communities to study in the Federation of Barbatum and elsewhere to learn the state of the art findings, but in small numbers and with no shortage of medicines or medical devices at all needed.

He even remembered from officials and clergy in the Autonomous Communities, the only members of Congress, pleading with a different tone that "those seriously wounded who cannot yet be helped in the medical care of science need magical treatment" and being fed.

"Since before that...... So, how about lately, just before the war?

"Nothing in particular after the signing of the agreement… I just heard about it, and I've never met anyone from that volunteer organization"

Farkill nodded at the spelldoctor's answer, pointing to the computer screen.

"About seven years ago, after the representative became someone else, the activities changed so much that it became like another organization."

"Really?

The spelldoctor and the employee pulled the chair from the empty seat, calmed their hips and stared at the screen.

The display is an image of the letter.

It is written in a simple common language and can be read painfully by the septentorio. It was nasty enough to announce the replacement of a delegate, and there was no autograph part other than the signature of the new delegate.

Seeing you finish reading, Farkill boy switches display.

Seems like a website, but Septentorio wasn't fluent in the common language and gave up deciphering it early. Looking next door, the employee Cruillo seems to be able to read it, and his gaze slowly follows the string.

"This is..."

"It's a crowdfunding site"

"About... clouds... is it?

I don't even feel like I heard an explanation before, but I couldn't remember it aggressively.

Explain pale to the wizard of a long-lived race that Tygeta neglects the Internet.

"It is a site that presents specific goals and objectives to raise the funds necessary to achieve them"

"Anyone can use it, so they let us use it on the vaccine."

"Oh! Was that it?"

Finally remembers, prompting boys and girls to get ahead in a neat way.

"That's for the star messengers who recruited food for the Listver Autonomous Region."

Tygeta even explained to me by pointing to the screen in front of Farkill.

"It says this semester is over, but Cotto says he's recruiting on a regular basis?

After reading it, Cruillo heard, Farkill and Tygeta nodded at the same time. The singer's girl says with one hand pushing up her sloppy glasses.

"It was about ten years ago that this site was created, and the envoys of the star world have been recruiting by support destination since shortly after its inception. It's just that since the delegates became who they are today, there's been an opaque part of the flow of funds."

Tygeta indicated the screen of the computer in front of her.

This is a summary site of the SNS that Septentorio also showed me several times. However, it is written in a common language and I do not know the majority of the contents.

"I'm just saying this summary is not just for those who raised money, but for those who didn't do anything, whatever you want."

"There's no smoke without fire, so I'm looking for the source of the rumor."

When the needle Amiella added, Cruello removed the tablet terminal from the pocket of his jacket.

"I'll help."

When did you train, turn on the screen of your device at a tremendous speed.

A needle salotka turned her face to the septentorio.

"Will the curse doctor treat you again at the refugee camp?

"Oops, I almost forgot. First, this."

Cruillo stopped his hand before Septentorio could answer. Give Amiella the small paper bag you put out of another pocket.

"Is this...?

"Magic thread. Everyone on the mobile broadcaster is in Akant City right now. Where the magic textile industry flourishes, it's a small city, but there's a lot of people in and out, so there's a lot of information."

As Amiella removed the bundle of yarn from the paper bag while hammering, a snug sigh leaked from the girls.

"Beautiful..."

Red, blue, yellow. A magical basic tri-color wraps around a light that is invisible to the naked eye and glows pale.

"The apprentice made it, so the quality was still unstable and very cheap."

"Can I have it?

Amiella reluctantly asks.

"Go ahead. I bought it at the yarn store while gathering information, but we can't use it."

"If we could produce magic tools in refugee camps, we'd make a little more money, so..."

When the curse doctor said, the needle sarotka sparkled his eyes.

"Thank you! Tomorrow, I'll ask the craftsman!

"Exchanges, you'd rather have something that's in high demand in that city, wouldn't you?

"I heard you took out the bull of fire the other day, and the material that makes this thread red, maybe you can pick it."

When Amiela answered Tygeta, Cruillo circled his eyes.

"Huh? Sugai...... such a strong man, are you in a refugee camp?

"Not one of us is strong, everyone in the vigilante said we're getting used to fighting together."

"Gentlemen, are you hurt?

"Mr. Safrol's herbal garden, more people to help, seems to be working it out with magic pills"

The needle salotka replied with a cheerful smile, guided by the spelldoctor Septentorio.