It's all one flower.

Medvege and Morph unloaded the other long desk from the carrier.

Leno and Pinatifida, who then descended, place the pipe chair they got in the city of Akant. Elantis handily arranged the bread and notes.

"We can't really solve your problems. But we can tell them elsewhere."

Leno said it in the face of the "store manager," but the villagers leaned their necks.

"Explore and maybe get help from an unexpected place"

"There are only a few things we can do to help directly. I can't confirm that I can connect to support, and it's painful, but if you don't mind, let me know."

Jorch, a state-owned broadcast announcer, sits back in one of the pipe chairs.

To the left and right sat the spelldoctor Septentorio and Padorlik, the father of the Cruillos.

A crowd gathered in the village square leaves the merchandising desk and forms a line at the consultation desk.

Okay, let's go.

DJ Rafe slapped him on the shoulder and Cruello ate him.

Leno and the three brothers and sisters of the bakery, the pharmacist (dull) Awellana and the old fisherman Aviace went back to the merchandising desk and Amana went in there to help.

Three of the Star Road Prostitutes and a funeral parlor Agoni become the playmates for the children of the village.

Capturing the appearance of his companions at the edge of his sight, Cruillo looked back. The DJ Rafe holds two handbags and gives them a [lightweight] curse mark.

Cruillo took it and asked.

"Where are you going?

"Amitostigma. Ask for a copy of the score, and then buy it out a little"

My father turned this way, nodded silently, and immediately turned to his counselor. Amana seems busy with customers who bring old clothes and such.

[Leaps] out of the village gate with Leaf.

The summer capital of the kingdom of Amitostigma was still vibrant in large numbers today in the middle of winter. [Jump] Hurry to the supporter Mariana's mansion via several permit points.

My mistress was away, but the servant, who remembered the two faces, comfortably put me through to the computer room.

"Mr. Farkill, long time no see. I just need you to copy the score."

"Mr. Rafe, Mr. Cruillo, it's been a long time [healing wind], hasn't it? I didn't dare to print ten copies."

There was no reply to the email Cruillo had sent from the doorstep of the summer capital, but Farkill prepared it properly.

Rafe spreads his grin satisfactorily, receiving a bunch of paper whose ink is still raw and soggy, as well as an inflated large envelope.

"Thanks. So, this envelope, what?

"I've decided on a new lyric, and it's a hundred copies for the replacement of 'All One Flower'"

Write a score of a curse on your hand to bring out the contents of the envelope.

Cruillo, who received one, saw the additional part and was hacked.

... This one's like a ground song too?

"That happened when the poet Lucy Renoui and the musicians discussed it. I got another line, but that part was put on hold, so I didn't put it in for printing this time."

"A hold, what's that line like?

When DJ Rafe asked, Farkill immediately made it appear on the computer screen.

Your smile is still on my chest.

"If you put this in, it's a complete grind."

DJ Rafe puts the same sentiment in his mouth as Cruillo in a bitter laugh.

"Lucy Renui herself, who wrote this part, seems to want to make it nasty."

"What? Why?

Cruillo and Rafe tilt their necks at the same time.

"It's so much like a suicide note, it's hard to sing."

"Except for Mr. Lucy Renoui. What?

"The others say we should leave it because we've lost a lot of people in this war, and if we die, we shouldn't be high, we should tell them not to forget."

"Uh..."

The two nodded with indescribable faces.

"We've discussed this a few times, but it's parallel, it doesn't fit together, does it?"

The Farkill boy seemed to want a quick decision, but both statements made sense and Cruillo couldn't make an instant decision.

"The original 'Tears of the Goddess' is a ground song from the title, but this is also a song that tells you how miserable war is and calls for peace, and I think it's pretty good to have a punch"

Rafe whispered his mouth.

"Peaceful Lake Wind

Hiraki Island celebrates a new dawn.

Little island flowers shake in the morning sun in the lake (Umi) of Lacus

If this wish is to come true... "

The part where the lyrics are undetermined is done with humming.

"Your smile is still on my chest.

Sad vows and dried up tears.

Let go of the weapon and walk

I'll never go back. Sorrow days, flames wrapped around the city.

Sleep in peace. Put your hands together.

Comrades who wanted to be here the same morning. "

DJ Rafe was a good singer.

"I don't know who this“ you ”is, but you're gonna be dead for sure."

Cruillo shrugged with bitter thoughts.

If the second half of "Sleep in Peace” person is "You," “If this wish comes true," "I don't mind if I die" or "I can give up my life" is going to continue. And in the second half, I'll be at peace instead of really losing my life.

"Oh, well. I'm gonna join the Nemoralis Grief Squad, so I'm not gonna do it."

"What? What do you call it?

Farkill looks up at Cruillo.

DJ Rafe cleared the envelope into a bag and drew a nearby chair. Cruillo also sits down and explains to the two of them.

"The Nemoralis will intercept the bombers of the Artel Army, but they won't go knocking on the Artel mainland, will they?

"But the lake bottom cable..."

Cruillo shook one hand at the boy who compiled the information.

"We look at the information we get from the perspective of people in different countries and positions from outside the country of Nemoralis, so maybe it's the work of the Nemoralis government forces, and I have a good idea, but I don't know who's in the country all the time."

"No extraordinary government, no government forces, nothing."

DJ Rafe nods.

"The only scope of activity of the Nemus Liberation Army is in the country, with the aim of defeating the current government using demonic asthma cannons"

"Oh, well. The Nemoralis Panic Squad is the only one who has declared and executed a clear attack on the mainland of Artel."

Farkill fades.

"Yeah. If the dead“ you ”will“ make this wish come true, "that wish sounds like revenge on the Arthurians or a knock on the mainland of Artel instead of government troops."

"Kanji, the grief squad guys I saw in the report, don't sleep in peace when they die. [Tears] They keep fighting, though."

I don't know DJ Rafe, but according to the Roarks' story, in the Aquillo base raid operation, he used the [sorcerer's tears] of guerrillas who died in the summons and reception of warcraft.

"A song about wishing for peace, like the solicitation of guerrillas."

Cruillo said, the two nodded with a dark face.