It's all one flower.

The spelldoctor Septentorio went on to talk to the boys, even though he thought it would be harsh to let them talk like this. Whether they know it or not, the actions of the Artel army remain the same.

... Then you can tell me if you want to evacuate to amitostigma or not, as one of the judgment materials.

"Nothing about the Arthurians. One rock isn't wacky, is it?"

Farkill pinched his mouth with a trembling voice.

"Artel's group of musicians made a protest statement to the military saying, 'Even though Nemoralis has a powerless people, it's a terrible operation to kill them all'..."

"That, where information?

"This is the radio I listened to here."

"There was no news in the newspapers or online?

He said he had a statement on the official website.

... unfavourable information, so I guess you didn't report it in the letter medium.

Newspapers are easy to spread in copy, and if you put information on the Internet, you'll know millions of people around the world in an instant, like that video.

The musician's peace group, The Light of Tranquillity, would also have issued a statement on the Internet aimed at it. The radio reported that trouble was preventing them from seeing it.

Artel authorities grasped it, but how ordinary people in Artel would have seen that protest statement.

Spelldoctor Septentorio blurred as he listened to the two of them take over.

"Oh well. Thank you. I'll see you later."

Intelligence agents Razornik and Farkil boy became faces that had something going on in a short exchange.

… If the Arthurians also have forces opposed to annihilation, do they still have hope?

Just thirty years after half a century of civil unrest. Earlier, in an aerial photograph that Farkill showed me, I just found out that Artel had made a remarkable reconstruction.

Still, I don't think I can complete ethnic cleansing. Of course (of course) the international community could not allow it.

... If my reading is off, that's fine.

As a fleeing winter air raid, I just thought Artel's purpose was. That's why some Arteles, too, are rebelling against government policy.

Intelligence agent Razornik is gazing at the material he has spread to the low table.

Roark looked at the same thing with a hard look. It's an article that says the drone formations have gone out.

Intelligence agent Razornik raised his face from the cut and told the two boys.

"You're a party, too, and I think you should listen to me."

The colour of fright floats in their faces as to what they say. Razornik waved one hand and laughed.

"Oh, that's not what I'm talking about. I just want you to remember the song."

"Song?"

To the boys with the strange faces, Razornik explains with a tight expression.

"It's a song that people who want to end the war are spreading. Nemoralis' domestic and amitostigma refugee camps, then, online as well. I'm the one who infiltrates the Artel and spreads the word."

The boys' complexion changes to the words they say rustle.

"With Yourcast and SNS, it's already spread all over the world, so maybe you guys already know, right?

"What a song?

Farkill's voice sounded more like a confirmation than a question.

Intelligence agent Razornik takes out the tablet terminal and strokes the surface with his fingers. Saved audio was played back and sharp whistles rang into the study.

"Ah."

Light rainy years face to face. Razornik asked funny.

"National Health Gymnastics, you know?

"On record......"

The prelude was over and Roark swallowed up the words he hung up on. Chorus flows that you can clearly tell from amateurs. The boys gave a subtle look and looked at each other. Listen silently.

The song ended and Roark said it again.

"I listened on the record, and the truck driver taught me gymnastics,"

"Hmm. So this is your first song right now?

The boys exchanged their gaze with a complex expression and at the same time saw Razornik. Farkill listens terribly.

"Spread this song...... what do you do? Mr. Lazolnik is a guerrilla, too, isn't he?

"Guerrillas are guerrillas, but our team doesn't fight by force. I'm setting up an intelligence war to end the war."

The boys tilt their necks and turn their eyes like they asked the spelldoctor Septentorio a question. Septentorio turned his green eyes to the undergrass eyes of the intelligence officer, urging him to go ahead.

"There are people in both countries who don't want to go to war. To hold them back so that they can speak up and act easily and courageously to stop the war."

"Can you really do that?

Roark speaks of anxiety and doubt. The spelldoctor, Septentorio, decided to watch the intercession in silence.

"It's not whether you can. Do it. Of course, there are other activities, but not combat using force. I'm putting my life on the line so that no one's blood or tears will shed any more. This is how we fight."

Spelldoctor Septentorio has never seen Razornik speak so enthusiastically. In the eyes of dewgrass, there is a strong will.

"How many teams are there?

"I don't know. A guy like me who works directly in Artel will die if he finds out. And there's one person who's been working with me indirectly that can't be counted."

... which would be more of an individual going to war voluntarily...?

Drawing on his usual deceptive attitude, Razornik appears to be returning an honest answer to Roark's question.

"Besides, it doesn't just stir up a sense of war. I'm handing out terminals to the refugee camp and getting a UP of the video I've been singing."

"So, what happens?

"There's an ad underneath the video. With more views, I'll be able to get gratuities in and buy food and stuff. The foreigners who saw the video are also taking action in support of refugees."

The boys nod over and over again, listening to intelligence agent Razornik.

"It's not just this song, it's a long song called" The Hymn Medley for the Holidays of the Gods, "it's an unfinished song with no title, but it's also playing a song made for national reconciliation."

"Holidays of the Gods...... Medley?

When Razornik cut the words, Roark shrugged. Intelligence briefly explained the hymn Medley and the unfinished song and continued the conversation.

"Right now, the only lyrics I have are gymnastics, but if you can get to an internet connection, look for something else to listen to."

Razornik made the lyrics appear and put the terminal on the low table. Roark holds the pen and notes it on blank paper.