It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio just thought that the choir of the Lyabina Civic Orchestra, too, sang together, and their actions were unexpected.

Piano player Sneg offers a bunch of notes fastened with a large clip.

"It's how the venue looks. Mr Lazolnik, Mr Kruillo. I'll keep it."

"Cotto told me to take it on my device and send the data to my comrade?

"Yes, please, by the time we leave"

"We'll be done by the end of the day."

When Razornik received it, Sneg began to give an overview.

Yesterday, a long time charitable concert was held in the city of Lyabina at the container yard of the Oost warehouse. However, the choir of the Lyabina Civic Orchestra did not appear and wandered around the venue disputed by the general public.

The school auditoriums, gymnasiums and public and private halls that have previously held charitable concerts have become refuges, dramatically diminishing the chances of presenting them, but more than that, because of the presence of star signs (servants) and the increased number of hidden Kirkurs.

Everyone is a local. In case a bowled acquaintance told me anything, I arranged for them to reply in advance meeting, "We all talked to each other and gave the high school students the opportunity to make an announcement".

A pair of two... a powerful people and a powerless people, or two powerful people, divided not to be just a powerless people. He listened to public stories exchanged within the venue and sometimes joined there to gather information.

The main visitors are employees and families of Aust Warehouse Corporation and its main trading partners, residents of temporary housing.

Container yards are usually off-limits and the entire warehouse district is unnecessary to visit in the first place. The majority of the citizens of Lyabina did not have a land survey in the warehouse district and it was a sudden event, so the notice period was short.

The visiting public is a neighbor invited by an employee of the Oost Warehouse.

The star did not call family, relatives, friends acquaintances, etc., except for the choir at Lyabina High School.

"I mean, the majority of the visitors were Hidden Kirkurs or the powerless people they defined as soliciting......?

"When I saw it from the stage, there were only enough people in the lake to count, but were they all from the Civil Orchestra?

Captain Solniak and his bakery daughter Pinatifida ask at the same time.

"Exactly. As you can see in your notes, you talk a lot about mixing Kirkulus sacraments and envying autonomous communities and artels."

The same gaze gathers in Lazolnik's hand.

He heard a bunch of notes fall apart.

"Did you write this in the venue?

"Someone needs to see me, so when I left, or in the bathroom, I asked them to write in a place that was invisible"

... Do I have to be that careful?

The spelldoctor Septentorio wiped his inner heart, cold sweat.

If you don't tell me, I'll take notes on the spot before I forget.

When collecting information, remember the liver so that it does not make any far-fetched movements.

"Do orchestras have powerless people?

"Technically, because you are a powerless people with no action, all of you in the choir have magic. There's also a trick to helping the [road guard] curse in refugee camps."

"The instrumentalists, too, guys?

"There are two in the violin, one in the flute, and one without magic."

Sneg clouds his face.

The intent of Lazolnik's question is clear.

"... I'll be careful"

"Come on!

In unspeakable air, a green-haired young man returned to the trolley loaded with cardboard boxes.

"What? Can I get you a lot of these?

"Picture books are quite expensive, aren't they?

"Yeah... but okay?

"Compared to cash prices, it's less."

Manager Leno regains his calm.

"Oh, well. Grocery was cheap here."

Young man and pharmacist (dull) Awellana hang [gravity blocking] over and over again to put a box filled with bottles of olive oil in the back. Two boxes of dried fruit were piled on top of it by Medvege and Juvenile Soldier Morph.

"Yeah, well, Mr. Lazolnik and Kruillo have me take a picture of the note, and I'll take it temporary or something..."

Padolrik and Amana father and son, the bakery sisters Pinatifida and Elantis raised their hands at the same time.

Seeing it, the boy soldier Morph raises his hand in a panic and peeks at Captain Solgnac.

"Let's go too"

"Once you stop by Mr. Sipinato's house and join the orchestra people around [jumping]"

"Nice to meet you"

Four people ride in the youth's private car, and the bakery's brothers and sisters (today) are taken by Snegg [jumping].

People were reduced to half, and the carriage suddenly became quiet.

"I'll also take yesterday's program, will you lend it to me?

Cruello puts it right out and stretches a wrinkle over the crate.

Old fishermen Aviace and Medvege cleaned up the top of another crate and arranged notes. Kruilo and Lazolnik place the tablet terminal horizontally with the crate and take hands-on photos.

Funeral home Agoni collected what was finished and ran his gaze all the way to bind it with a clip. Move next to him, and the spelldoctor Septentorio goes through with him.

There were many voices lamenting the inadequacies of the institutions of the Republic of Nemoralis, envious of the institutions of the land where only the Kirkurs live, such as the Autonomous Community of Listver and the Republic of Artel.

In the Republic of Nemoralis, all primary and secondary schools are covered by the State, but otherwise school fees and childcare costs are, in principle, self-financed. Although there is a system of relief for households living in distress and those with excellent grades, the target audience is extremely (very) limited.

Jobs are unfavourable to the powerless.

Since tenancy in rental housing is also a source of magic that activates all kinds of protective techniques for buildings, most landlords lighten the burden of rent because the tenants of powerful people take precedence.

Not just in the Republic of Nemoralis, but in the countries of the magical civilized area, with commonplace inequalities, the Septentorio was never even conscious.

"I see. Foolishness, empathy, and, rather, stirring up dissatisfaction with the country and the wizard, blowing in your virtues over there and trying to take them in one by one."

Agoni bent her lips.

"Oh, with that said, Mr. Agoni. Have you met the president of the Oost Warehouse?

"Oops! I see you."

Funeral home Agoni waited for the note to finish and started talking.