It's all one flower.

For the first time ever, the boy soldier Morph turned bright white in his head.

... What do you mean...?

It was the fellow Orioles who threatened the hostages that if they did not participate in the militant guerrillas' activities, they would not be free. At that time, Oriol wasn't in his room, but he's bound up with those people, so I'm sure they're alike.

Morph's eyes are pointy that it was your scumbags who set you up to fight.

Guard Oriol took the boy soldier's gaze straight and said quietly.

"I'm sorry I couldn't stop those guys from intimidating me. That's not what I'm asking."

"Well, what is it?

Outside the window, intermittent flashes of light run and the sound of shelling blasts at the bottom of the belly.

At the Aquillo base of the Artel Air Force, the battle between the Nemoralist militant guerrillas and the Warcraft and the triplets of the Artel Army was still ongoing.

Captain Solniak's troops are half wizards, but Par Little's troops are nine out of ten powerless people, half of whom are newcomers with insufficient training.

The power of the war is too biased.

Without the addition of the Yang Dynamic Troops, it was visible that Par Little's troops would be wiped out.

"You and that captain are Kirkurs, aren't you?

Juvenile soldier Morph was stuck in a reply.

I don't think someone at the mobile dealership slipped his mouth. If I was known to be a fellow Kirkurs, I would have known what I would be doing to a revenge-burning militant guerrilla.

To Morph's silence, the Wizard's guard sighed (sighs) small.

"Kids like you are familiar with the handling of guns because they were an autonomous community vigilante or something, right? That captain is the captain of your unit..."

"Yeah, well, it's that kind of mon"

Juvenile soldier Morph gave up and affirmed. I have trouble making bad excuses and even being suspected of the Pinas.

Oriol, a powerful land people, sat back, stretching out his spine and listening.

"Why do you Kirkulus princes fight with the Fraxinus, the people of the lake, and the wizards?

……

"I don't care what happens to the Fraxinus girls that they threatened you with. You don't know this one, do you?

"That's not cool."

Unexpectedly disputed, Morph took his breath, having gone to his own voice.

Wizard guard Oriole looks out the window beside the boy soldier Morph and says in a serene voice as ever.

"I'm not blaming you.... We've been stopped many times by a curse doctor, but we didn't stop guerrilla activity to get revenge. … among them also appeared those who enjoyed killing the Kirkurs"

"The ones who took the pinas hostage."

"Yeah. Until now, I've been pretending to fail to handle weapons, and I say so... I've finally finished people who don't feel like I should let them go back to their country..."

Juvenile soldier Morph doubted his ears.

I guess I got it on my face. Security guard Oriol distorted his licence to bitter laughter.

"If you start enjoying killing people, you're done as a person. It's no different than a warcraft."

"Brother, you're not?

"What do you think? I know I'm going to get punished for that, but for now... as long as I'm alive, I'm not going to stop doing this."

... this activity...?

That doesn't seem to refer solely to the raid on the Artel army.

Before the boy soldier Morph asked the question, the wizard guard Oriole spoke the answer.

"Individuals going to avenge Artel... gathering people who enjoy killing and smashing them into the Artel Army"

Silva, the old lady, the powerful people, of course (and of course), even the powerless, speak out to those who are disturbed by the burning marks of the Republic of Nemoralis and bring them to base as guerrillas.

If you reward the Artel army with a single arrow, you will have better security for your country even if you die in return.

"Journitle says revenge is no longer a jerk, and he fights because he wants to protect Nemoralis by cutting Artel's power with his own hands for as long as the Regular Army doesn't move."

... but the cotto you're doing... we're together, right?

Just because you're fighting for a different purpose, you say what it is.

He is roughing up Artel territory, acting with a thug who brought him from the city where he was attacked by air. From the Artelians' point of view, there would be no difference between the people of the lake, Journitle, and the other militant guerrillas.

The boy soldier Morph's head filled with question marks.

"What are you fighting for?

"Pi... to protect my people."

"Companions? Wizards and Fraxinus, too?

Oriole, the Fluxinus wizard, embarked on an interesting journey. License remains smiling, but tears still shake in my eyes that are going to spill.

Morph, the Kirkurist of the powerless people, answered clearly, surprised (a lot) by the tears of the young magic warrior.

"Friends."

"Are you one of them?

"I don't know what everyone thinks of me, but I think so."

Olyor asks questions one after another.

"Why?"

"Over here from the air raid, we've all lived helping each other the whole time. If one of you was missing, you wouldn't have survived this."

"And the girls in elementary school?

Olyor's exhalation shakes. Morph nodded forcefully.

"Without a song written by the two little ones around the center, no guests would have come. I could make cookies and selling monkeys, and I knew all kinds of grass I could eat."

Morph told us what role and how each and every one of the mobile dealership overlooked (Praetermissa) has helped each other.

"Without Pina, the customers don't lean in and the business goes up.

Without the manager, it wouldn't have been on a decent eating monster.

I can't move a truck without Medvege's old man.

If the captain hadn't been here, the bad guys would have killed him on the canal.

Without Needle, I had trouble wearing a monkey, and I didn't have a bag to carry herbs or anything, and I don't know if I could get through that bridge. "

Wizard guard Oriol listens, not pinching his mouth, nodding to each and every role.

"Without the pharmacist, I couldn't eat roasted fish, and the injured ones were dead.

Without Brother Roark, I couldn't have eaten the cans, and I was lost and wild drooling dead.

Without an employee's brother, the pinnas might have died.

Without information on that guy from the Lacrimaris, this operation would have been even more unfavourable, right?

Morph finished talking about eleven of the overlooked mobile distributors (Praethermissa) except himself. Olyor, a guard of a powerful land people, leans his neck to the description of his companion spoken by Juvenile Soldier Morph.

"The curse doctor and the funeral parlor aren't your people?

"Uh-huh... a lot of help, but because we're not traveling together? Doesn't feel like one of us."

"Because you two are the people of the lake... not?

"Hmm? With that logic, the pharmacist would be a monster."

The pharmacist Awellana is a people of the lake. He looked a little older than Pina, he looked younger than neighbor Ne Amiela, but he was also a long-lived race born during half a century of civil unrest.

"That lady is one of us. I don't know what you think of me."

"You're not sure about him?

"It's not like this one to ask, is it?

"Really?

"You know, I'm a Kirkurist, so I didn't make it an exception, so you shared the roasted fish with me."

"Does the pharmacist know you're a Kirkur?

The boy soldier Morph snorted.

... Instead of knowing... I also know that we star road prostitutes, not air raids, burned that Nee-chan's house and killed her inside... and still, she helped me.

Again, they say, about that winter day stabs the boy soldier Morph in the body. A bitter question burst into his thin chest.

... Why?

"Okay. Then let's go."

Guard Oriole looked at the watch and stood up.