It's all one flower.

Farkil, who was contacted by e-mail from Lazolnik, prepared not only a water level graph for Lake Racchus, but also a bunch of lyrics.

Thank you, Mr. Farkil.

Stream stone, you're smart.

"That's all I can do... and I'm not the lyricist."

A tribute from Krilo and a compliment from Razornik. Such a look was the same as before.

"So, who prepared so much?

Announcer George puts his hand on a bunch of lyrics and circles his eyes.

Five lyrics and three scores, each with an explanation and a bunch of fifteen. Thirty-five copies were prepared. It's a lot of work just to make sure there's no shortage and keep it all together with a stapler.

"Taigeta and the others are getting ready for concerts and refugee camps on days when they don't have roadblocks."

"Oh, that's right."

Krilo was surprised that the singer's girls could help him with such chores.

... even though he's Arthur... no, it's rude to think like this. Everyone wants peace soon.

I can hardly imagine what the four bouquets of peace are asking for "a purpose beyond peace," but they are now allies who seek peace together.

Farkil cables his laptop and Lazolnik tablet to copy the audio file.

Razornik secretly recorded his discussions with the priests in a splendid temple in a village formerly under his control.

"Huh? You didn't send this by e-mail."

"I don't want to be peeked at from anywhere."

"Hmm? Well then, until now...."

Clullo found himself bleeding out of his face.

Razornik smiles bitterly.

"After all, security is on multiple levels, so maybe it's okay. But just in case you don't want to leak it, this is how you should meet and talk in person and hand it over."

"Is that what you're saying?"

"There is no evidence to back up the story of the priest. If the whole story is false, of course, and even if some of it involves a mistake of fact, it can be irrevocable if you walk alone."

"Even if it's all a true trick not to lie, it would be disgraceful to the Lacus Nenia family. There's no doubt about the bad information about handling."

Giorgio's voice is serious, but Lazolnik is the usual mild noli.

If this audio file leaks, the lives of those priests and villagers may be in danger.

"Am I okay to ask?

Farkil twitched his cheeks. Listen to fear and manipulate your computer. Looks like he put a restricted access password on it.

"I want you to know. It may be a waste, but it's also included, just in case."

"Oh, wow, can I just tell you the gist first?

Razornik put his face close to Farkil's ear and whispered with both hands behind his lips. Ferkil's face faded as he nodded slightly.

When the explanation was finished and Razornik released his face, Farkil keyed with his trembling hands.

The text file displays a string.

Hidden Kilcrusts hunting or ethnic cleansing?

Razornik pulled the cable and attached the tablet terminal.

Point the screen toward Farkil, Giorgio, and Krilo.

I don't think they're going to do that.

It's an extension of the innocent competition I've been doing since I was a kid.

... no, no, no, no. That's what they say about malice and reproach of conscience. It's better to be able to hunt people without anything!

Queiro looked for salvation and turned to the common sense Jorch.

The national broadcasting announcer restarts his glasses while exhaling a fat breath.

"It's just your guess."

"That's right.... honestly, what did you think when you heard that postcard?

"I agree, but the story itself is rumored to be untrue. I won't leave the rumors."

Croolo lost a little strength on his shoulders.

The villagers also said that they did not know whether it was true or not in the rumours they heard from other villagers. Because he is the son of a reputable man, he may have been the only one to make such rumors.

... no one in the village has seen the curse song on the island of the tomb, because it's forbidden to the general public.

The people of the Lacus Nenea family have not spoken to the wicked about the shame of the house. The villagers looked at the face of the landlord's family and speculated.

But there are a lot of witnesses to what happened in Cravel. That's why they've heard it many times before.

"Are you going? Cravel....."

Farkil turned his anxious eyes to Jorch, just as he did when he met the Krilos. The announcer, who worked for the national broadcasting headquarters, nodded deeply.

"We're going to find out."

"You have women and children?

Razornik makes a mean smile and peeks down at Jorch's face diagonally.

"You are not helpless toddlers. You have the power to think about what's best, to make your own decisions, and to act on your own choices."

"There are eight powerless people?

"With or without magic, you also have the will to follow your chosen path."

"May I choose a different path from Mr. Giorgio?

"Yes, I have no right to stop if it's the best choice for you, even if it's a metaphor or a different path."

George answered without putting in his hair.

Lazolnik gets up and stretches his spine.

"It is our mission to gather as accurately and as quickly as possible the information that will serve as the basis for our judgment."

The announcer of the national broadcasting billboard looked closely at the information guerrilla and smiled.