It's all one flower.

The temple of Panisea Uni Flora in the summer capital was packed with a large number of worshippers well before dawn.

The people of the land, and the people of the lake, and the powerful and the powerless, all face Lake Lacus as one water compatriot.

[Lights] are dotted everywhere and there is no obstacle to walking even before sunrise.

A pillar of stone rises slightly off the shore.

The cylinder is made of the great trees of Fluxinus, and the rocky mountains of Sturasi are engraved in the background.

There is nothing on the pillar. Support the dawn sky with just one bottle.

"I didn't see so many branches before"

"If you ask me, you've lost a lot of water."

"Artel has suddenly waned since the war broke out on Nemoralis, and he's not coming back."

Amiela heard several anxieties as she was drawn to the stage by her great-aunt, Kalindula.

"Under that pillar, there's also a drought dragon sculpted."

"What?"

I doubted my ear to the voice of my great-aunt.

"A landmark. Don't lower the water level until the drought dragon is on the surface...

"Commandments..."

In December, piano player Snegg toured a small city in the northeast of Nemoralis Island to gather information and perform a mini-live.

Villages that managed to row on measles imports but didn't make it say it was a terrible disaster. Should we rejoice or grieve at the anxiety of those who did not suffer (or suffer) from the plague, and at the heightened voice for peace, and at the increased number of trips to the temple?

Today, Amiela comes to the kingdom of Amitostigma for a second New Year's concert.

Last year, it was the Temple of Fluxinus in the city of Patens, inland. The second time this year, in the capital of the kingdom of Amitostigma, he sings a dozen times the audience before him last year.

A stage is set in the square beside the spacious temple, and the Amitostigma Public Broadcasting Orchestra can hear the sound of shivers shifting to the final adjustment of the instrument.

Amiella has staged several small stages over the past year, and she has also offered many people a desire for peace through the Internet.

Even in the same "tens of thousands of audiences," little by little across the screen, face-to-face at a time, tension is as if it were different.

"Just do what you always do and you'll be fine."

The leader of the bouquet of peace shines his wintry eyes and looks at a packed group of worshippers and spectators. Archione's eyes are the same as the sky before dawn. The colours of fear and tension are free of fine dust, and expectations and joy gleam like stars.

A little younger than Amiela, she was a nationally popular singer in the Artel Republic until the start of the Devil's Asthma Gun War.

The confidence of the singing princess similarly increases the bouquet of peace Tygeta, Asterope and Electra.

He was drawn to the brunette singing princess and went into a makeshift holding room behind the scenes.

In addition to Amiela, four others rush to order: soprano singer Niptra Neumae, great-aunt Kalindula, also soprano singer Oratorix, and bouquet of peace.

In the other rooms, the ancillary choir of this temple, the University Choir of the Summer Capital and the aspirations of the Nemoralists living in refugee camps await their turn at the given places, respectively.

Needle junior Sarotka also came, but she's a clothesman, so she won't be on stage. I tweaked my clothes around in this room and in the refugee room, and now I'm busiest.

"After all, I also handled it..."

"Fine, fine. Your clothes will be messed up, so focus on the singer today."

Sarotka went to the refugee's room with one hand in the needle box, blocking Amiela without stopping her hand from fixing the hem.

Amiella could not yet decide whether to aspire to be an artisan of the [knitting reed cuts (yoshikiri)] school or whether to focus on singers of the [singing reed cuts (misosazai)] school.

Sewing techniques acquired over the years and newly learned magic songs.

If you pick one, you don't have a decision to throw away the other, but if you invest in one, the other will be really neglected.

... me, who do you want to be?

Today is the first day of January in the Injun calendar 2193.

Two months later, two years after the start of the Devil's Asthma War.

Cities and villages on the island of Nenia were burned down and a large number of them spilled out of the country as war refugees. Those who remained in the country were also unable to live in their original place of residence and fled to a relatively safe and distant land. The coup broke out and some escaped from the capital, Cravel.

People who lost everything but their lives began to rebuild their lives in a new place, but there, too, they were not waxed to rest in peace.

Sadly lose his life for causes other than the attack of the Artel army, such as demons and warcraft, injuries at unfamiliar work, and epidemics.

Life protected from terrible flames is lost one after another far from the battlefield.

That life, if there had been no war, if it had been in its original place, if nothing had been taken, it would not have disappeared.

... What can I do?

When the video called for donations of vaccination costs, the amount was collected more than expected.

The goodwill of people who don't even know their faces is "quantified" in terms of money. As soon as I saw the numbers displayed on the computer screen, the gratitude and confusion mixed and I didn't know what face to look like.

Today, I will be on stage all day.

With its trilogy, Amiella doesn't make much of an appearance, but it's about the same size as a charitable concert in the Wang capital Lacrimalis.

Showtime is approaching and we head to the stage sleeve.

Even today, I'm going to relay the Internet. The aspirations of Razornik and the Nemoralis Construction Industry Association stand tripod in a good position in the aisle to set up a small camera and await the opening of the show.

I heard there was also a televised broadcast that was not in the Wang capital.

Looking into the passenger seat, a group of Amitostigmas with large photographic equipment found themselves on the platform provided in the passenger seat. Amitostigma Public Broadcasting sends video like a movie to every home.

The supporter's Mariana house had no televisions receiver and had no idea until Lazolnik told me. Saying enough on the internet is her valve.

More than a year after I came to the kingdom of Amitostigma, I was reminded of the narrowness of my world, full of cots I still don't know.

"It's time for you to come up"

"Dawn prayer begins"

With the attendant's calling voice, the air on the stage sleeve tightened just as it did at the dawn of winter.