It's all one flower.

"As you may already know, I am part of the Lyabina Civil Orchestra"

The gray-haired piano player Sneg, guided by the fisherman's grandfather and the funeral parlor's old man, settled his hips in the seat of the chief desk of the brief tent for the event.

Briefly introducing himself, he spreads a small folded piece of paper out of his jacket pocket.

It's a short, handwritten map.

Some characters are like addresses.

"This is a public hall where we often perform. Recently we can no longer afford the orchestra or the audience, less often, but the activity itself continues"

He says he will play "All One Flower" at a charitable concert to recruit lyrics and also raise money for Negna Islanders who fled to temporary housing.

Boy soldier Morph remembered that his neighbor Ne Amiela's master of songs was from this orchestra.

The piano grandfather says he collects information while playing in stores everywhere and earning money when he doesn't have a concert planned.

"See the trade compartment of the port of Lyabina. There's an aust warehouse corporation around here."

A long finger pointed to the star on the map.

... This is the place, you know.

It is a hidden Kirkrusian Azito who secretly lowered his roots in the city of Lyabina.

Roark, a high school student, says he broke into the president's house with a good cot and also confirmed the chapel.

"Aust Warehouse has recently increased its dealings with Spera Trading Corporation"

"Spellar trade...... which company?

Radio old man Joorci has a harsh voice to ask the piano grandfather.

Juvenile soldier Morph waited for his gray-haired grandfather to answer, wondering if it was a company with bad rumors.

"It's a trading company in the Republic of Notilia."

"The chisel ah...?

Morph repeated the name of the country in his mouth small for the first time.

Cruello follows the tablet terminal and puts it in the middle of the long desk. Everyone gathered in the parking tent, with their colorful heads, peered into the small screen.

It is a landlocked country in the Lake East region.

It borders the Republic of Dycea to the north and the Republic of Zigopetalum to the south. However, there were several rugged mountain ranges in the south, and it seemed difficult for the powerless people to come and go.

"The Republic of Notilia was originally a two-wheeled country with a large number of main god Fraxinus, but the Kirkurs expanded their power in a time when the Lacus Lacrimalis Republic was devastated by half a century of civil strife, and now it's almost halfway through the country."

"Wasn't there a civil war or something?

"Now we've settled down, but we've made quite a bit of progress with the dwelling"

The piano's grandfather half affirmed Captain Solgnac's concern.

"So that company, too, is a Kirkurist company?

When Amana asked disgusted, the piano grandfather nodded with a troubled face.

"The Spera trade has begun to deposit industrial products from the Republic of Dycare and the Republic of Zigopetalum, then agricultural products from the Republic of Notilia, etc., in the aust warehouse"

"Agricultural products......? I do remember that the Oast Warehouse did not own the food warehouse."

Amana pinched her mouth before the piano grandfather when Padolrik tilted her neck.

"Dad, it's not a catfish thing. You can serve a regular cupboard, but you can't?

"We need more than just treatment, we need equipment to prevent pests, molds, and plant diseases."

"What equipment prevents pests and diseases?

"It's a pesticide treatment facility in storage. Smoke the whole warehouse room or something. If a disease or pest that wasn't originally on Nemoralis Island was brought in, it'd be tough, wouldn't it?

"Uh..."

Amana's convincing voice overlapped low with the voices of the first to know.

The piano grandfather says, arranging a paper map next to the terminal.

"Since the Lacrimaris government's blockade of the lake, container handling in the ports of Lyabina and Racica has increased significantly"

"So, invest in capital...?

When the old man on the radio listened, the piano's grandfather moved his white head vertically like snow.

"At the same time, we have expanded our personnel. He hired a large number of helpless people, mostly burnt out of the island of Nenia, as part-timers and part-timers."

"Are you making that much money?

Manager Leno rounds his eyes the same color as Pina.

"It also seems to leverage subsidies for emergency employment promotion projects implemented by temporary governments, but we are also sure that we are expanding our operations and growing our performance"

If you are a powerful people, even if you don't have a job, it sucks, and you can fill the [magic crystal] with magic, salt out the lake water, and pump water for a little errand on the day's meal.

But a people without power can't do it, and a powerful people can pay a small amount for utilities, and bear the burden of a spell to protect themselves. Domestic labor also takes tens to hours to work in seconds if it's magic, and many people can hardly get out to work.

The Fraxinus Church and charities, for example, provide a variety of support for life, focusing on temporary housing.

The administration, too, launches possible support measures, as financial resources permit, but tax revenues fall and slim ahead as the war prolongs.

"The Oost Warehouse used the trade crisis of the lake blockade as a pretext for the Lake East region...... you increased your dealings with companies with a lot of Kirkurs in particular?

"Probably, yes"

Juvenile soldier Morph hears the serious voice of the old man on the radio and his grandfather on the piano without words.

"The report I read before said that the Aust Warehouse would slip the doctrine of Kirkulusism into the powerless people who hired it. How's the move around it?

When Captain Solniak heard, the wizard's grandfather clasped his shoulders small.

"As always, you seem to cleverly hide your sincerity and weave it into manuals and other texts to indoctrinate, but you have no noticeable movement"

"And the PLA countermeasures?

"Yes, the surveillance continues, but there's no direct movement to do this."

"I'm a little sorry, but you're really helping someone burned out in an air raid,"

The pina squishes down.

...... damn! If I were rich enough, all the people in trouble would be saved together.

Morph had a toothache for his helplessness without words encouraging a depressing pina.

As a boy soldier in the Star Way Prostitute Army, I trained for combat, but that's all. I couldn't tell you anything about how to make money on money or how to really help everyone.