It's all one flower.

In the chapel of the Eastern Church, believers who sew and knit by hand become accustomed to conversations between priests and magical soldiers in common language. He repeatedly turned his gaze back and forth to those who spoke with him and those who spoke beside the lecture platform, and the speed of work fell visibly.

Some people were anxious, irritated, and criticized by the Hoshido artisans who stopped interpreting Hunan, but Kufsinka didn't open her mouth.

The priest of Wentus, who was in charge of the Eastern Diocese, spoke, but all together it was a common language they did not understand. The side of the local priest, visible from the congregation seat, seeps deep sorrow.

"Unfortunately, even in the Republic of Lanista, where the church is alive, there has been a terrorist attack against the wizards by star symbols."

"Where did you get that information?

The Magic Army also questions in fluent Hunanese.

... you don't even try to hide it from me.

Kufsinka was amazing, but if you look at the Starlight Newspaper Listver branch, you'll soon find out. Maybe Priest Wentz tried to help the government.

Four people who understand the common language find out how Priest Wentz came out.

"Before the war, were there news on the national broadcasts and in the Starlight newspapers, but outside the autonomous region, were there any reports of the Republic of Lanista?

The clergyman of the Autonomous Community of Listver answers without starvation and asks the opposite.

Soldiers dispatched by the government forces looked into the air for a few breaths and replied.

"More than two years ago...? I don't remember."

Both of the magic uniforms lean their necks with an unclear face as to whether they were dumped, really didn't know, or forgotten.

Priest Wentz continued groaning in Hunan.

"In the Republic of Lanista, terrorism by star signs is reported as an incident, and if the perpetrators or instigators are found, they will be arrested and prosecuted. The Church also makes a statement of criticism and calls for prayer and attention whenever terrorism occurs."

"Isn't it natural that sinners should be judged by secular law?"

The Banxian priest Feletulum looks suspiciously at the Nemorales, who solve the common language.

"Unfortunately, in Listver Autonomous Region, star markers are not treated as a case even if they kill people."

"What do you mean?

Priest Feletrum is packed by Priest Wentus.

Apparently, it's the first time I've heard of it.

I thought Kufsinka had just been explained to me by Wentz or Nubes or the police, and I never spoke to an exotic priest sent from the cathedral.

"I'm sorry I'm late..."

The local Wentz priest lay his eyes down.

"For example, workers who received advanced magical treatment in Zerno city hospitals due to industrial accidents, or their families killed by star signs as“ dirty people using evil shiki work ”were not reported and the police did not handle the case."

Feletrum priests and Nemoralys government army magic attackers stare at local priests with their faces stretched out.

"In the Republic of Lanista, where the star's headquarters are located, their crimes are equally punishable, but the Autonomous Region of Listver was ruled by the violence and economic power of the star's headquarters, including the judiciary and the press."

Managers of businesses headquartered in the Autonomous Region, including district chiefs, are mostly star target executives.

Terminal members are employed at their place of business and work as limbs, both public and private, for the protection of their lives.

Small and medium-sized businesses cannot survive being cut off by large business partners, even without direct employment.

"The Nemus Liberation Army destroyed factories run by star symbol executives in the last year's battle. Not only did they disarm, they also broke their economic fangs."

"You think the priest is grateful to the Nemus Liberation Army?

The government army's magic army makes his face look sharp. Kufsinka saw a play.

"No, that battle involved a lot of innocent people. Many still suffer a year after they were wounded, lost their lives, or lost their homes and jobs."

So, you're resenting me?

"As a result... we have only crushed the dominance of the star markers. The spine of heresy is still deeply stung."

The common language that pushed the feelings of Wentz priests and killed resonated in the chapel of the eastern diocese, where there were many poor inhabitants.

"In the Republic of Lanista, there are plenty of churches for the population, and there are many people who understand the idea of star markers as heretical. Because the right teachings have penetrated, their transgressions will be judged as sins even if they do not reach eradication."

"The government of my homeland, the Republic of Banxia, has designated the star as an international terrorist organization."

"So, you don't have anyone dyed in the idea of star markers?

The Magic Army asks the Ferretlum priest.

"Instead of their actual whereabouts, they solicit on the Internet, luring the Kilcrusians from the southern part of the Alton Gaza continent... into a country of relatively large numbers and terrorizing the wizards."

"What measures does the cathedral or the Banxia government have to take?

When the magic army asked with an expressionless voice, the Ferrettrum priest dropped his shoulder.

"The government is working with companies, the Barbados federal government, and others to take action."

"If you don't mind, could you tell me?

"We also freeze SNS accounts used for solicitation, identify devices written in, and restrain owners in any country. But...."

"Can't I?

The question of the Magic Army seems innocent.

The priest sent from the cathedral answered bitterly.

"They're very clever, they can't catch up."

"What happens if the source is Artel or Lanista?

Looks like they both have some Internet knowledge.

"I will provide information to each government, but it will infringe on our sovereignty, so we can't let any of the judicial agents in Banxia or Barbatum go out and arrest us."

"Oh, well, normally, yes."

The magical army nodded with an eclectic face.

The other one listened in a casual manner.

"How effective is the Kilcruz Church's proprietary response?

"We strive to preach the right doctrine through everyday worship, the Internet, etc., but both reach only those who deal with the teachings themselves."

"People who have come into contact with star markers before will flow there...?

"Unfortunately, I can't say that's not the case at all."

Priest Feletrum closed his eyes to bite the feeling of helplessness.

"We're not authorized to arrest thieves, but I'll ask my superiors if we can increase the number of patrols."

"I can call the police.... I'm sorry to bother you for so long."

The Magic Army said brightly in Hunan and left the chapel.

No one breathes, and your shoulders become lighter like the invisible weight disappears.

Kufsinka turned back to the congregation seat.

"I'm sorry I couldn't translate it. Artel, Lanista, Banksia, Barbatum, each of them were talking about crime prevention and counter-terrorism, but in the middle of it... I think it's a machine or the Internet, but there are so many words I don't understand, and I don't understand them. I'm sorry I didn't study."

The expression of the congregation seat varied, but the poor believer, who barely understood the common language, did not complain to the old star craftsman.