It's all one flower.

After watching the retirement video, DJ Rafe turned to Tygeta.

Straw colored hair trembles and gaze over the glasses pours into DJ's mouth.

"You've been through a lot more than I thought."

"Yeah, well... I was ready..."

To DJ's whining. The top idol of the former Artel responded with a hard look.

"What do you want your abandoned country to become? You think I should perish?

The voice DJ, the Nemoralist, asks the Arthurian, who abandoned his country, is serious.

The two hostile nations stared at each other temporarily.

"I... want countries that don't fight war or terrorism... to be countries where people of different faiths and wizards can get along"

Tygeta answered without distracting himself from the wizard's DJ.

DJ Rafe tilts his head slightly.

"What makes you think that? Any other reason besides the escort's aunt?

"We, Barbatum, Banksia, even in foreign countries, had concerts..."

"Were you going to work that far? Wow."

DJ hammers.

"In both countries, there was a lot of discrimination against wizards on a personal level, but“ official ”things like countries and companies, let's stop discriminating..."

Ex-Artel's national idol, active across (and in) the country, cut the word by gazing at the universe with a contemplative face.

DJ prompts you to continue silently.

The idol girl spinned the potpourri and words as she gazed at the universe.

"Even before the building, the formula does not discriminate against that system, the star sign (servant) is an international terrorist organization, and Artel and Lanista are cottoned as a terrorist-backed nation, surprised, but..."

"But?"

Prompted, Tygeta devoured her teeth in bitterness and turned her attention to the screen. Everyone's eyes follow her gaze, too. Below the video playback frame is the comment section, but not a single Hunan writing there.

"But when I was in Artel, I didn't hear anything about it, and the Barbatum Federation has a lot of Kirkuls, but the old company hires wizards for Hutu, and they need visas (visas), but they can go to Hutu, too."

"What? Really?

He didn't even know Rafe. Round your eyes and look around at the other faces.

Farkill opened four browser tabs back in front of his computer.

A Banksian Republic item on the official website of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs of the Kingdom of Amitostigma, a "country-specific caveat" page for the world's largest travel agency headquartered in the Federation of Barbatum, a page gathering the mournings of the Kirkulus diocese on the site "Travel Records" created by Farkil, a thread discussing questions about Kirkulus on a giant anonymous bulletin board site for common language speakers.

As Farkill retreated from the front of the screen, DJ Rafe froze and missed reading to eat in.

"Banksia is a toco with a Kirkurist sanctuary, isn't it?

"Yes."

Farkill, Sarotka and Tygeta nod at the same time.

The spelldoctor Septentorio also opened his green eyes and ran his gaze on the screen. Anticipating a match when you two finish reading it, switch to the next tab.

The two wizards, who looked through the four sites, exhaled heavily with tired faces.

"Even anonymously, I can tell you this, foreign countries have freedom."

"Artel doesn't have freedom, does he?

Tygeta squeezed the words out diligently, and DJ Rafe asked as a reminder.

"It's from Artel territory and they're blocking it.... uh, do you know that there is an online censorship and the internet line blocks access to sites that say this...?

The idol girl remembered that her opponent was a Nemoralis republican without the internet itself, and hand-searched for words to pass on.

DJ Rafe laughs bitterly with his hands up small.

"Uh-huh... in short, are you alle? Mon like jamming radio reception?

Farkill sends out a help ship.

"It's such a kanji. With the app developed by Mr. Fiarlka's people, you can also view it from inside Artel territory, but if you find out, the police will catch you."

"That haulier, you even did that."

"A fellow from the Alton Gaza continent made it, installed it on a tablet device, and said he smuggled it. Sell it in Artel territory, or just download the app so you know the outside world a little bit."

"Aren't you going to hand it out for free?

"The device itself is expensive, and developing an app is... uh, it's like making a new spell"

"Oh, yeah, I'll have to collect the money."

DJ Rafe convinced me that the other faces were first ears, and I turned a surprised eye to Farkill.

Without Farkill himself, Fiarlka's smuggling devices and illegal apps, he might have lost his life by being crushed by Artel's sense of blockage without knowing the outside world.

I abandon my country, tell the world the truth, and now I surrender myself to the far away kingdom of Amitostigma.

The people I met since I abandoned my faith with my family would have ended my life without that device and app, without even knowing it existed.

… the edge of the water (eh).

Farkil thought once again of the prayer words (sayings) of Panisea Uni Flora, goddess of the lake.

"By the way, how did you get this show frame?

"The landlord here is a big company executive. Due to the wind trees and the blockade on the lake, the economy of Lacrimaris has also suffered considerable damage and broadcasters' advertising revenues have fallen dramatically."

DJ Leif nodded deeply at Senator Krapifnik's explanation.

"At the board meeting, let's run an ad to support the press in the Holy Land, let's play Mr. Niptra Neumae's song and Artel's song to make the music a bridge to peace, or something. He managed to buy me one broadcast frame. With company money."

"So if you had a reputation for trying it once and lacrimaris, you could do it a second time and a third time too?

DJ Rafe glistened his eyes and ate them, but Senator Krapiefnik saw a bunch of scores with a rugged face.

"If you play the Artel song, the Lacrimaris… protests may come from those who polluted farmland, especially with the turbulent wind trees"

"I'll try my best to avoid rebellion around there with talks."

Reef turned from the young senator to Farkill.

The spelldoctor Septentorio looks surprised.

"Are you going to speak on the air, too?

"The voice of the Kirkurs summarized here, can I read it out on the air?

DJ nodded to the curse doctor and asked Farkill.

"I will check with the person who wrote the original"

"Please. Can you just print for me just to make sure?

"Yep. When can you come next?

"Hmm...? When would you like it?

Rafe asks funeral home Agoni.

"Nothing. Isn't it okay whenever you want? Tomorrow or the day after. I bought it. When's the broadcast?

"Count it from today... uh, two weeks from now"

Agoni peeled her green eyes when Farkill answered.

"Not so fast! What are we gonna do with this broadcast?

"I sure can't come all the time. Is this a live broadcast?

"Uh, I haven't decided yet, which one would you prefer?

When Farkill heard, Tygeta raised his hand small.

"Can I pre-record it and have a full transcript of the talk put on this site for people who are distracted from hearing it after the broadcast? For Artelians in Lacrimaris and foreign countries."

"Uh, maybe that's a good idea. Sounds tough, okay?

DJ cares about the fur kills.

"It's okay. I'm used to it."

"Right. Thanks. As I read up the voices of active believers and talk to them, will the singers' cots expand their talks to that as former believers? tangled with the lyrics to the new song."

"I'll do my best"

Tygeta responded forcefully with a caged voice of determination.

Needle salotka says modestly.

"If there's anything I can do, I'll help you."

"Really? If there's a second time, can I ask you a favor then? It has to be Sarotka. Murri Kotto."

"What? What's Muli if it's not me?

The girl with the needle is a little frightened by the tygeta that made her voice play.

"I'll say it after I've decided a second time."

Today's visit was sudden, and we narrowed down the songs used to five and just decided on the order of broadcast.