It's all one flower.

"A supporter of Nemoralis Island sent me a new video via a supporter of Lacrimalis."

Intelligence agent Razornik says while operating the tablet terminal. The song I had downloaded came to a cancerous dining room.

Silva, a relative of the owner of this villa, goes to another base on the island of Lanterna and does not return yet. Funeral home Agoni is also away now. Based in western North Zakart City, he helps procure materials for militant guerrillas.

Early summer winds blow in through the open windows, shaking the hair of the people of the lake, Septentorio. The hair of the same color as the new green was completely stretched and it was getting depressing about time, but for the time being, I wasn't likely to be able to go for a haircut.

"Sounds like a song made during the old kingdom, Doctor of Spells, remember?

"A little more, to not listen..."

The long-lived racial spelldoctor Septentorio listened to the sound pronounced by thin boards placed on the table.

Following the relaxed prelude of the violin, the brass plays as the main melody is sung.

"This is a hymn… I've heard it at Oak Festival"

Razornik, an intelligence agent of the land people, nodded without saying anything.

The sound of a powerful percussion instrument is added, and the main melody changes the tone. The heavy-duty tones of contrabass and tuba supported the bass like the earth, with oboes, clarinets and trumpets competing for sky-high, playing the main melody.

It is a hymn that glorifies Sturasi, the god of Rock Mountain.

...... did you put together a fraxinus psalm into a symphonic composition?

Running down from the top of the mountain, the violin represents a lake surface that clears gently with the flute, and Grocken and Piccolo add a sparkle of sunlight to the lake's waters.

It is the psalm of Panisea Uni Flora, the goddess of the lake worshipped by the Septentorios.

The joints between the psalm and the psalm are smooth and free of any discomfort. The psalms of the less faithful gods also follow one after the other.

I can't remember the name of the gods in the septentorio, but the psalms were familiar to me.

... as much as I remember. I guess I didn't hear it once or twice...?

Whatever, when it comes to the old Lacus Lacrimalis kingdom era, it was almost two hundred years ago.

Did you listen to it as a child who lived in the Funalis Islands, or did you pinch it in your little ear somewhere when you were rolling around as a military doctor? Listen to the melody as you follow your memories.

"Ahh!"

I raised my voice unexpectedly to the light tone of the piano. Intelligence agent Razornik makes his face crack like he was waiting for that reaction. The main melody sung by the piano is the psalm of Kirkulusism.

"Holidays of the gods......"

Memories from the days of the former Kingdom of Lacus Lacrimalis come to life over time.

It is the psalm medley of all gods who are believed in the realm.

Once a year, he played this song to every temple, church and small temple. Of course (of course), not all these big symphony orchestras. It was the best instrument that priests and believers could handle, and only on that day was they playing a song that was thirty minutes long, without the distinction of God who believed.

At the time of the republican transition, the Royal Army was dismantled and restructured into a republican army incorporating modern weapons. The spelldoctor Septentorio resigned from his military doctor position at that time and began to work for the hospital, but nothing changed but the army. The holidays also changed and the "Holidays of the Gods" were abolished in the name of "Freedom of Faith".

A hundred years after the transition to a republican system, and then there was half a century of civil unrest, thirty years after peace. I hadn't heard of it for more than 180 years. What I can hardly recall was that I couldn't help it.

"Do you remember, Doctor?

Intelligence agent Razornik smiles like a child. The long-lived racial spelldoctor Septentorio shook his head slightly (blushing) with the song's lingering aftertaste. I still feel like I'm halfway through my dreams.

"Even the old days?

"... yeah. of the gods' holidays… I was remembering the festivities, etc."

"A spelldoctor is a man of faith?

A bitter laugh leaks without thinking of a light Nori question.

Razornik pulled in a grin.

"After all, is that a difficult question to answer?

"... no. Faith, but you're not very enthusiastic."

"Still, did you remember that song?

"Every year on the holidays of the gods, they played all over the country. Anyone who knows the time..."

"Forget it, but in Canj you can remember if you ask?

"Come on? I think it depends on people around there...... I could remember"

Within the overlapping of words, I have come to understand their intentions. But there's a big hole in their plan. Whether or not I can point it out, the people of the lake, Septentorio, conceived.

"Of course, the great guy over here knows you're not here, who knew about 200 years ago."

"I don't suppose there's a single Kirkulus."

I put one of my concerns into words that made me see through this idea.

I just played this song on the internet and there are no Kirkuls who miss the times when it was peaceful.

A "powerless people" without magic will not have a race for long life.

Even the powerful land and lake people, on average, can live hundreds of years longer by about 30%. That, too, is often the result of wars, demonic raids, accidents and injuries and illnesses.

It seems that the long-lived race has a life expectancy of nearly a thousand years, but even those who have survived more than four hundred years, like the Septentorio, are only a handful.

... me too, how much more I can live on ahead.

"Even if you don't know the time directly, it's important for you to know that there were times like that."

"Is that also a proponent's idea?

"Yes, a clergyman and someone familiar with music make me a sentence... oh, the video will be described below. If you could read it to the bottom of the video, well, be."

He stopped by this base after working in Artel territory.

Razornik stroked his tablet terminal and played another song. Piano...... the last part of the earlier "psalm medley". It's an arrangement of Kirkulus psalms.

"This is the only part of the day I've been flushing alone."

Failing to gauge the intent of the act, Septentorio let his neck tilt.

Intelligence agent Razornik says no and explains that he is a recipient of someone familiar with music.

"It's a simple contact effect, and if you hear it over and over again and get used to it, it's easy to like the song."

"In Artel, first, let us be acquainted with this arrangement, then let the whole thing flow?

"That's what I say, Cotto. The smart ones are quick to understand and helpful."

They put it in some way, but decided not to ask and ask another question to the blonde youth.

"Well, the ultimate goal of the supporters isn't just the end of the war, is it?

"Hmm? Come on? I heard it was an operation to shake people's minds to end the war?

Are you blurry or don't you really know? There was no change in Lazolnik's floating attitude.