It's all one flower.

The year dawned and marked the year 2193.

But I don't see any signs that the Devil's Asthma War will end.

The lake, lying in cloudy weather, is dull and windy from the Lake North region. The spelldoctor Septentorio looked out over Lake Lacus from the northern shore of Nemoralis Island and his heart sank.

Last year, all the bases of the Artel army were destroyed.

At present, there is no place in Nemoralis territory called the "battlefield". In one Artel territory, after a succession of bombings by someone from around the fall and communications disruptions, a large number of warcraft emerge, while still presenting a picture of the battlefield.

The Aquillo base was devastated by guard Oriol and other Nemoralis militant guerrillas in the summer of 2191, but it is likely time to restore it.

According to a report by the hauliers Fiarluca and others, the port of Grjaj in the city of Zerneau was fully restored. Residents cannot return because the restrictions on entry have not yet been lifted for the transport of supplies to the Listwer Autonomous Region. Port workers also evacuate to safe areas in the evening on magic machine ships and [leaps].

In other cities, infrastructure restoration works such as walls have apparently progressed to some extent, but not a single one has been raided there again.

It is not a question of pushing for research on the military use of the darkness of cleansing, and if a Nemoralis country that put into action as a demonic asthma cannon perishes with its blame.

The Farkils compiled observational data from countries bordering Lake Lacus.

During half a century of civil unrest, water levels continued to drop.

Slightly re-held in the thirty years following the peace agreement, but dropped again by the end of the Civil War and the Kirkulus indoctrination in the Dykea Republic, and the outbreak of the Demonic Asthma Cannon War further progressed.

... If Lacus' water level continues to drop like this, the drought dragon will rise.

How far back does that go?

I don't even know the Septentorio Lacus Negna.

However, in the light of scientific findings, it is easy to predict that the world's largest salt lake, also known as the Lake of Tears (Umi), would cause salt damage to a wide area if it were exposed to the bottom of the lake over a long period of time, even in part. If agricultural land and forests are devastated by salt damage, the western part of the Chinucarkuru Nothiu continent will return to the same sandy sea as Tai Ancient.

... I don't feel comfortable, but do I still have to go to Austrov Island?

I remember that day, my chest was stuck.

It's the heavy sigh, not the tears, that came out.

On the island of Austrov there is a temple dedicated to Lactea, the grandfather of the direct line of the Lacus Nenia family.

Panisea Uni Flora, revered as the goddess of the lake, is a spelldoctor and has no direct descendants. As the first priest, his sister, Lactea, defended her own family with her sister, the [Tears of the Sorcerer], and left many children to complete their lives.

The [tears] left behind after burning the body were called Bi Ling (Heqing) and, like her sister Panisea Uni Flora's Qingju (Seibu), she was hung up to produce water and rested in the Grand Temple of Austrov Island.

The Lacus Nenia family rests their [tears] after death in the Great Temple of Lacrimalis, the sanctuary of the Funalis archipelago, or in the Grand Temple of Austrov Island, where the direct ancestral deity awaits, supporting the waters of Lake Lacus.

The Grand Temple of Lacrimaris is also the tomb of the Royal Lacrimaris, which draws the blood of the Lord God Fraxinus, but the Grand Temple of Austrov Island is only to be served by those of the Lacus Nenia family, the people of the lake.

After death, both families will continue to work without rest to maintain the lake until the day when their magic runs out and [sorcerer's tears] are crushed.

If a living person who worships the Temple of the Grand God pours out prayer and magic, he can postpone the day when [the sorcerer's tears] will be crushed for that matter.

Septentorio felt like prolonging the suffering of his parents, brothers and sisters (today), who were deprived of their lives during half a century of civil unrest, and never stepped on the soil of Austrov Island since the funeral.

It is possible from any temple to offer prayer and magic and to support the Blue Buddha of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake. But some of them are consumed as the power of the magic formations that transfer magic.

The island of Aostrov is in a phase deflected place, and in general ships going to the same coordinates on the map does not even make it possible to see the island shadow. Regardless, the [leap] avoidance junction is strict to prevent burglary. [Leap] Permitted points are only in a very small part of the island.

Only the Racus Nenia family of blood is eligible to stand in.

The historical lord of the Lacus Nenia family has always prayed and magic here to the grandgod Lactea to maintain the lake water.

Lord Sheratan hid himself in Cravel, the capital of the Nemoralis Republic, so that his power would not be abused after the outbreak of a coup by the Nemus Liberation Army.

Septentorio confirmed the figure of the Lord praying in the Great Temple of the Holy Land of Lacrimalis, but the matter was not informed either by General Unuk Elhaia, who was feathered to lead the Nemus Liberation Army, or by General Al Jadi, who was in command of the Nemoralis government forces.

I just stubbornly stopped and told my fellow peacemakers, not relying on force.

... than relatives, others... I didn't know the people of Yukaku deserved more credit for that and their old age.

Turn your back on Lake Lacus with unspeakable feelings and look out for the south. There is a small village across the national highway, surrounded by fields sprouted with wheat. The woods behind you are blue with conifers and the far-sighted Ougari Mountains snow.

Located east of the city of Akant, this village celebrated a peaceful New Year's Eve as if it were a completely different world from the west devastated by the plague.

I was safe this time. I don't know what will happen here, or when another disease is endemic.

... at all, what I can do.

Take off your white coat so that it will not be held hostage in an undisciplined village, and lay low that you are a curse doctor after nostalgic for the [Blue One-Winged] school badge (today).

Septentorio could not decide when he should cross to the island of the grandgods.