It's all one flower.

The next person I was shown was a computer room or something.

In addition to Farkill, there are four other girls and Yobo Yobo's grandfather with things he has never seen before.

The girls are the Artelian singers I saw on the report and tablet device. Looks about the same age from the guy as Pina to the neighbor Ne Amiela, but I don't know the actual age.

Every co is much prettier in real life than pictures and videos, but there wasn't a single enemy in Pina.

The client's eyes turn to the morphs from a screen many times larger than the tablet terminal.

"Mr. Morph, Amana, it's been a while. How have you been?

"Yeah. I'm glad Brother Farkill looks good too"

Amana responded with a cheerful smile, but Morph remembered falling asleep with measles (only), stuck in words. I think unresponsiveness to boulders is bad, and let one hand shake small.

Farkill said nothing and nodded with a face that understood everything. I remember hearing that all the reports would gather at his place.

Sarotka listens with a desk closest to the doorway, spreading the rugged scripture for the artisans of the star path.

"I'd like you to make a few copies of the Bible, okay?

"How many pages? Because it's thick, it might not show near the nod."

When I told him the number of pages from the point where I pinched it to the point where the demon dance (as if) explanation ended, Farkill operated a messy machine that I wasn't sure what it was. When I did something with both hands without looking at the hand, an earlier page of the Bible appeared on the big screen.

"Last week, a comrade from the Federation of Barbatum data a whole scripture for priests."

"Heh... wow"

Wizard employee Cruillo impresses.

When I wondered if there was any noise in the corner of the room, a loud machine spat out one piece of paper after another.

"I made only ten copies of a score with the title gone, but if it's not enough, please tell me again."

"It's a stream I helped bind, and I was just thinking about continuing the lyrics with Dr. Lacueus."

In her description of the girl with the glasses, Morph looked at Grandpa again.

... this grandfather is the representative of the autonomous community?

The only MP in the Listver Autonomous Region was Yoboyobo more than I heard.

An old man of everlasting race born before half a century of civil unrest sees the morphs under long stretched white eyebrows, with his eyes in a strong light, although it is not strange whenever his life expectancy runs out.

As Senator Laqueus stroked what he held with his wrinkled hands, the main melody of "All One Flower" flowered with the same sound as that record.

Cruillo stops and listens to a bunch of scores packed in his backpack.

What's in Grandpa's hands is some kind of instrument. Sweet tones come out every time a lot of yarn trembles. The usual song played in front of me resonated not only with my mind but also with my body, rocking Morph's soul out of his core.

"I got a proposal from the poet Lucy Renoui, but he's on hold."

Farkill switched the display of the screen, said the old senator, who had finished playing.

"All One Flower" lyric proposal. Good for asking, but the writing is difficult and I'm not sure.

A girl with glasses went to the corner of the room and gave Sarotka the paper the big machine had put out. It's certainly an earlier page in the Bible. The needle Sarotka immediately gave it to Amana.

"Lucy Renoui said the words were too tight, but you think I'm good,"

When Farkill did something, a familiar piece of paper appeared on the screen.

My mouth moves on its own and my surprise spills.

"... that's the guy I wrote"

It was written when Farkill was still with us.

"Huh? Really?

"No way in person!

The girls of the singer colour up.

At that time, Morph could hardly write. It's something you've miswritten many times, you can't understand wax within writing and erasing it, and you've given up.

Now that I can write a little, I never dreamed I could poke something like that, and I wanted to escape with pity and embarrassment.

"Lucy Renui said she was very impressed with this, and she couldn't manage to get it right."

I raised my fearful face in Farkill's voice.

Serious glances don't have cakera such as teasing colors.

... Are you serious?

"Can you tell me how you felt when you wrote this?

Dark-haired girl looks Morph in the eye and says.

I was left out by a strong light, and I didn't have a voice.

"The words don't have to stay exactly the same?

He was questioned overlapping and tried to spit, but his mouth was dry and his throat didn't move.

"Archione, if you ask me like that, I'm scared"

A girl with hair similar to pina laughs bitterly.

Morph exhaled slowly and pulled out his shoulder strength, speaking out thoughtfully.

"This is all I've ever done, and if that wish comes true, I don't want my life to be dead... that's what I wrote."

Everybody's eyes gathered in the morph and moved on to a lousy, shitty word without any help on the screen.

"If this wish is to come true,

I'm not sparing this life. "

When the blonde singer played with her mouth, her big breasts swayed to her voice, and Morph rushed away.

"Mr. Lucy Renuy is Morph. I met you. You don't have a knot, do you?

"You just saw the poetry kakera and you took a good look at your feelings."

Farkill and neighbor Ne Amiela impress me.

"Huh? I can't even read it myself?

"Professionals are awesome"

Amana said at the same time as Morph.

"What's the wish you want to fulfill with your life at stake?

A dark-haired singer called Archione cut in with a sharp voice.