It's all one flower.

The three of them, who went to see how it was in the wagon car at FM Cravel, returned to tea time.

"There was no fat way down from this street to Muscavite."

"Four tons of criticism in one lane. Curve's in jeopardy. When the opposite car comes up there, there's nowhere to avoid it."

DJ Rafe and Medvege carve wrinkles between their eyebrows and widen the map handwritten by Funeral Home Agoni on blank paper.

"For once, I came to refrain from local information boards..."

The old street along the hemline of the Ougari Mountains was originally a carriageway.

At the time of laying, there were no large vehicles, such as four-ton trucks.

Currently, it seems that the large vehicles going to the city of Muscavito travel from the port of Lyabina to and from the national road passing along the shore of the lake, or do not use land routes in the first place and carry cargo by boat.

To get off this old street to the city of Muscavito, once you exit the harbour south to the city of Ljabina, you have to twist north on the road along the lake bank and return.

"Fuel, no body."

Boy soldier Morph shrugged.

I regret looking at the road map and choosing a shortcut.

Awellana was sighing.

... The opposite car didn't make sense.

"Let's gather information on the cities of Muscavito and Ljabina for a while"

"If you're going to be able to broadcast, broadcast only once from here"

"If it sounds murky...... is Lyabina a nasi too?

When Giorchi says, Rafe quickly declares, and Cruillo asks wandering his gaze between the two. Both the incumbent broadcasters bowed their lips in remorse.

"I don't think you can broadcast in a big city."

"What do you say, why don't you just apply for the broadcast to be music?

The spelldoctor Septentorio exaggerated the feelings of the two of them, and Padolrik tried to suggest them in a bright voice.

... I'd like to avoid the store managers being taken to the police like then.

However, as a journalist, Jorch should want to deliver information through the censorship of the interim government, as well as "raw information" that is not a star sign (a servant) or a Nemus Liberation Army propaganda.

When Awellana glances softly, Jorch, a state-run broadcast announcer, holds his fist on the long desk and doesn't move. From the bite and pale lips, the blood is still going to seep.

My brother Aviace reinforces Padolrik's suggestion with a quiet voice.

"The recording of" The Medley of the Gods' Holidays "played by Mr. Snegg. That's more than half an hour."

"It's a festive song from a long time ago, when we were all friends, wasn't it?

Amana asks two long-lived races who know the time.

The spelldoctor Septentorio nodded and sent his gaze to Rafe, while the funeral parlor Agoni distorted his niggardly lips.

"That's right. Now, the magic yarn dealer spreads the word of mouth to Muscavite and Lyabina."

Everyone nods remembering the two people they met at the Temple of Sturasi in the city of Akant.

Agoni, a funeral home who lived nearly five hundred years, looked around and said to everyone who was born later than him.

"But hey, the old songs aren't the same"

Jorch raised his face and DJ Rafe urged ahead with his gaze.

"Before the republican system, it was two hundred years ago."

"You're never alive."

DJ Rafe laughs bitterly. He himself is still young and does not know if he is an old, everlasting race every year or a long-lived race like the Agoni's.

"That's right. Now he's awake. Now he's alive. If he doesn't care, he can find out, and he can hide it."

"Music is forgotten when the score is gone and no one else to play it... we were born later, we don't even think about looking into it."

As Pinatifida slowly said as she searched for words, Juvenile Soldier Morph nodded again and again with the momentum his neck was likely to lift.

"I forgot because I hadn't heard it for a long time, but I just remembered listening to it once. Memories of when we could coexist in peace together."

Jorch saw seriously the spelldoctor Septentorio, who lived for more than four hundred years.

"Music... evokes forgotten memories... in keys..."

"If the village of Assaete is close, it's convenient." Tears of the Goddess "is not a problem."

"The weather forecast and gymnastics guy too!

Juvenile soldier Morph hastily adds to Captain Solniak.

"If you can remember if you listen," The Gods Holiday Medley, "you can print and distribute a score with the title erased and broadcast it without explanation, right?

When the pharmacist (dull) Awellana uttered her thoughts, multiple heads moved vertically.

"Oh, and 'all one flower' too?

"Morph, do you have a picture book that you buy a lot of and distribute at school or something before you do?

According to Pinatifida following Elantis, Juvenile Soldier Morph looked back at the carrier with momentum.

"Perhaps temporary housing would be better?

Cruello turns on the tablet terminal, Amana tilts her neck and peeks into her brother's hand.

"Roark, your report... it said that that Co's family was sneaking around in temporary housing for preaching?

"Ahh!"

Several voices overlapped and tension ran on the field.

"Fraxinus, I don't have a Bible or anything like Kirkrus, and I think I can get you to remember the great yuan of faith, call for lyrics, once (at the top), but what do you think?

Awellana snorted in admiration of the proposal of the youth of the people of the land.

... a boulder.

Jorch says with his spine stretched out.

"Now, please print the score with the title erased in Amitostigma. Picture books are sourced to the cities of Rachka, Muscavito and Ljabina to gather information such as local newspapers…"

"Four places. It's not easy to be away from here."

In a word from Captain Solgnac, everyone's expression tightened.