It's all one flower.

The adults' difficult story proceeds by leaving the boy soldier Morph's self-loathing behind.

"I'm sorry about the colour of faith in the money, but if there's someone who can help you, it's okay."

The words out of the mouth of the funeral parlor Agoni were too surprising and Morph did not know what face to look like. Everyone else agrees, I take the old man with green hair seriously and can't say anything.

"No, well, yeah, okay?

Medvege managed to twist his voice out, but it's an indescribable face.

The funeral parlor old man laughed niggly.

"Whatever God you believe in while you're alive, you're dead. Hey, we're all together. Demons don't care about the faith of corpses in doors and nursery beds."

"Isn't that Hanashi the guy who lives and works?

When Morph accidentally roughed his voice, a funeral parlor with white objects mixed in his green hair pulled in a laugh and saw a Kirkulus boy soldier.

"Boy, I'm with you when you're dead. Hannashi says it's hard to keep me alive by legitimate means. Hey, you're a curse doctor."

"Right. Nor will I be removed from the subject of healing magic on the grounds of faith unless the patient himself or his family says no"

The spelldoctor Septentorio takes off his white coat by apprenticing a pharmacist (dull) from around the city of Myata, and pretends to be an ordinary person with a [blue one-wing] school badge (today) in his clothes. Still, it didn't change that the contents were former military doctors' curse doctors.

"This is my personal thought… that it is extraordinary, that the powerless people, touching the doctrine of Kirkrus, convert without problems"

"Huh? Is that okay?

Captain Solgnac glances at the morph who broke the lower back of the story and says:

"Anyone who believes in Kirkrus in the religious policy of the Republic of Nemoralis must emigrate to the Autonomous Region of Listver, even if they don't mind a spelldoctor."

"Yep. It was that policy that created new divisions, lurked Kirkurs outside the Autonomous Communities, and called for the terrorism of the stars."

"Huh? So when you're in a world where you can believe in grandeur, there's no more terrorism, and Artel's gonna stop fighting, too?

Morph couldn't believe it was Russia, and he made an unexpectedly rough voice.

The curse doctor says the story is too sweet to imagine.

Now not only Captain Solgnac, but even Medvege's old man gave him a scary face, and Morph got smaller and peered at the green-haired curse doctor.

"I don't think that's going to stop the Artelians from carrying out their war because they seem to be eliminating demonic asthma cannons"

Morph dropped his shoulder on the spelldoctor's pale voice.

"But as far as star marks are concerned, Senator Laqueus and Farkil have stopped curse thieves and bomb attacks since you sent the sacrament for the priesthood, haven't they?

"Not a single incident has occurred, at least in the city of Ljabina, since then"

The piano grandfather affirms forcefully.

The curse doctor of the people of the lake nodded back and looked around at everyone.

"Not everyone with a particular faith is a bad person. Nor is everything they do evil."

"That's... yes..."

Manager Leno swallowed the rest and saw his little sister.

Pina also looks at her sister with a rugged face and holds her fist on the long desk.

... Oh well. Right. I burned the city of Pinas, too.

He burned down Lakeshore District III in the city of Zerneau with a flask and shot away a fleeing citizen with a machine gun from the truck's carriage. In that, there was a bakery at Pina's parents' house. There would have been friends and good neighbors.

He was exposed to an air raid by the Artel Lanista coalition and had no choice but to survive at first.

I felt like we couldn't all be together while I was alive with help. I wasn't sure myself what that would say until the militant guerrilla guard Oriol asked me.

When I broke up with all the Fraxinus in the port of Cravel, I thought that if I returned to the autonomous community of Listver, I would never see them again, and I didn't want to go back to my birthplace.

That parting happened in the midst of a large crowd when the Ristover Autonomous Community was formed thirty years ago.

Juvenile soldier Morph, neighbor Ne Amiela's grandmother, doesn't have the cot she met.

The man moved to the Autonomous Community, hiding that he was a witch, although he was a Fraxinus of a powerful people, he did not like marrying a Kirkrus of a powerless people and breaking up with his family and best friends.

It is not surprising that some Kirkurs feel the same way and stay outside the Autonomous Community.

The three star road prostitutes were able to reunite with the Pinas due to various combinations.

I don't know why or how the Pinas feel, don't take revenge on the Morphs, and stay with them.

I was afraid to confirm it.

"Because it's not all evil, when you really do help people, you should justly appreciate the behavior… that, in your head, you know. But with your head, even if you can understand it as a reason, it's not quite something you can break over your feelings"

"With vengeance... those who cloud their eyes can only reason for that. How do we stop it?

The radio old man Joorci held his head in agony, and the fisherman's grandfather squeezed out a voice that was bent over and about to cry.

"Tell the manager of the cafe about the road permit and we'll talk to him again."

As early as possible, I left to say I would be back in the evening, and the piano grandfather left the mass merchant parking lot.