It's all one flower.

Three days after returning to Cravel, the capital city, a fact-finding mission that had travelled to the autonomous community of Listver.

At an unusual speed, a decision was made to send a Crusader of the Warcraft.

Not only in the Autonomous Communities adjacent to the city of Zerneau, but also south of the city of Kiparis, it was decided to distribute relief supplies to small settlements where residents are left behind, as well as to dispatch rescue teams.

Recently, an air raid by the Artel army has stopped.

"Within the moment," a young member of the opposition said.

The government took it and released some of the findings.

The feeling I got from the government was "reluctant because I was told," said Senator Lacueus, head of the investigation team.

Decisions were made, but the government scrutinizes the findings and determines the type and quantity of supplies to be delivered, their procurement takes time.

Councillor Laqueus did not want to imagine how many starving deaths there would be by the time the transport began.

Each newspaper will publish aerial photographs of the areas hit by air raids and pick up the presence of the remaining residents from a published report.

Radio also read out excerpts from the report. Repeatedly conveys the existence of a giant warcraft and calls on the people to respond calmly so as not to go to the south.

Voices were raised from economic groups, human rights groups supporting the vulnerable beyond faith, and others praising the investigative mission and criticizing the slow response of the government.

Manufacturers such as appliances and automobiles learn about the safety of factories and employees in the Autonomous Region and begin to arrange for the transport of materials and relief supplies independently.

At least, the Ristover Autonomous Region was off the subject of an air raid by the Artel army.

Several large companies join hands immediately and move to support the Autonomous Communities. First, he signed with a demon exterminator and added him to the rescue squad.

To deliver food, temporary housing and work to the people who live there. And to secure the mechanical parts that our company needs and avoid bankruptcy.

If you go bankrupt, a lot of people get lost in the streets.

Supplies are increasingly lagging behind, fuelling anxiety.

If the economy deteriorates, the war disaster reconstruction will be irresistible.

You can never crush the company in this situation.

Human rights organisations, charities and Fraxinus faithful organisations also organised rescue teams for residents left south of the city of Kiparis.

Even if there is no means of travel such as passenger cars, if someone with strong magic [jumps], he can take them. Few people can rescue at once, and traffickers can be confused (probably), but it's much better than doing nothing.

As yet, we cannot abandon those who live there.

I can't see it when I know it will feed the Warcraft alive.

Even if I can't get him out of there, I at least want to deliver food.

When the information brought back by the investigation team was released, countless people, based on their thoughts, moved with their lives at stake.

The capital, Cravel, was also struck by air, but its scale and damage is insignificant.

Now, a month after the air raid, the debris has been removed and construction of temporary housing is under way, partly courtesy of landowners.

Around the Senator's quarters, it's completely intact.

If I hadn't even heard the news, it looked like peace itself.

Senator Laqueus turned off the radio and removed the harp from the closet.

It has been a long time since I stopped playing, but I continue to take care of it without being lazy. I sat down on the bed and clawed an old harp.

The same tone as during the Lacus Lacrimaris Symphony Orchestra immerses itself in a room in a councillor's quarters without a listener.

When I was younger, it was a lucky finger practice song (etude) I learned from my body. Make sure you respond a few times and remember how your fingers move.

Once he started playing, he spun the sound with a smoothness that made him feel little blank.

Finish practicing all the way and wipe the sweat off your palms with your pants.

Put one breath down and run your fingers on the string again.

... This is certainly a song of national reconciliation... what was the title...?

The idea of ethnic self-determination (Minnesota crumbs) spread, and the minister began to smell strange, but when it was still peaceful.

Its composition and recording were planned for the centenary of the republican transition of the Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimaris and for the celebration of the centenary of the founding of the State Broadcasting.

A song was prepared earlier and the singer also decided.

The composer was a wizard of [singing] school, but he said it had no effect as a curse, so he touched that the Kirkurist people could safely sing.

This song was to be broadcast on the radio and the lyrics were to be publicly posted, but in the immediate aftermath of the election, the Artel Independent Party prevailed.

They set out a policy of "ethnic self-determination", regardless of race or religion, and independence on an island basis.

Part of the Lacus Lacrimalis Broadcasting Association, those who felt a sense of crisis over the rapid rise (usually) of the idea of ethnic self-determination rushed the recording.

In a situation where even public solicitation was difficult, the poet of the people of the lake was nominated as a lyricist, without stopping.

Until the lyrics were finalized, the singer was forced to practice melody in a scat.

Senator Laqueus...... At the time, the young harp player, known as Halpator, was in charge of accompaniment in production, but played the main melody in guiding the singer for practice.

"Because this is all I'll ever change"

That's what the poet told me, and there was also an unusual response where only some of the lyrics were given ahead.

Are bad things overlapping or did the poet fall ill in the middle of producing them?

Only at the beginning there were lyrics and the singer sang only there normally.

Looks like someone forgot the lyrics along the way, and Halpator, on his younger days, had a hard time laughing.

Back then, I didn't expect to develop into such a civil war, and the substitute poet would soon decide.

I can't remember the name of that female singer.

But only the lyrics at the beginning, I still remember.

Peaceful lake breeze

Hiraki Island celebrates a new dawn.

Little island flowers shake in the morning sun in the lake (Umi) of Lacus

The blonde witch sang vividly on Halpator's chest.

I also forgot my face.

Glowing golden thread-like hair and a clear, stretchy voice. She stayed inside Halpator, that was all.

Civil unrest began on the arrowhead, which was turned down by many poets and the new lyricist was to be decided.

The singer moved to the island of Nenia with his family because he felt a danger for national reconciliation.

She was chosen because she was married to a powerful land people of the Fraxinus but not the Kirkurs.

It was to be presented at the launch of the record, as a symbol of national reconciliation, including the couple's relatives.

Subsequently, no substitute singer was found, and the poet who undertook the lyrics was killed by the murderous bullet, and the completion of that song disappeared.

Halpator doesn't know what happened to the recording of the example song after all.

I have no idea what happened to the female singer who crossed the island of Negna.

Probably not alive. In that family, life would have been targeted from every faction.

I wouldn't have to wonder if you would have thoughtfully taken refuge around Amitostigma, but now that I've said it, it's nothing that's going to happen.

It's been decades.

A song I forgot its title, but the Lord Melody remembered it to the end.

The last sound goes away with a long tail pull.

Next, he played the main melody of "Find this great sky".

I played at work only a few accompaniments, but every day, it's a weather forecast BGM that flows off the radio.

The muscular fingers of the old halpatol pass through the main melody without difficulty.

Before handing out the score, the captain gave me an explanation of the song.

"This song is an arrangement of [Flying Swallow] school curses [Gentle Rainfall]"

Harpator, a Kirkurist, thought of himself as a crocodile, but changed his mind in the ensuing explanation and received the score.

To activate this song as magic, besides its action and strong magic, there are harsh conditions that say the weather on the day of birth was rain.

Those who do not satisfy it, however good a singer or player, cannot call for rain.

The captain further said that many of the folk songs transmitted in fragments were pieces of the lost curse.

Even ordinary music can shake people's minds.

If you put lyrics to a normal song with powerful words, and a powerful people sings with magic on it, only (not), but they can make it work as magic.

The affinity between music and witchcraft is high, and the boundaries between the two are vague.

... With that said, that singer was singing this too.

The lyrics were ordinary poems written in Hunan (Konango), not spells of a curse.

With the work of the Meteorological Agency and a poem weaving four seasons, weather, etc., singing this won't rain.

This one had a single record on sale.

... It's Niptra!...... Niptra Neumae.

Unexpectedly, I remembered the name of the female singer. It's not a name, it's a stage name.

Halpator, now called Senator Raqueus, wanted to hear that singing again.