It's all one flower.

Shortly after breakfast, the four [jumped] near Lacrimaris, the king's capital.

"You don't have to worry about the accommodation, the food, this fare. Because I still have mushroom money."

Carrier Fiarlka grinned refreshingly and waved lightly, knocking around the west gate of Wang Du.

The needle salotka follows the roads with a rare view of the old streets protected by ships and techniques that cross the waterways, just as the other Autonomous Communities did.

The luggage I carried looked heavy, but Farkill was also carrying his own luggage and a large amount of answer paper, and couldn't afford to help.

"Spelldoctor, with that said, what's wrong with Mr. Agoni?

"It's another action. I don't have the means to contact you right now..."

The spelldoctor Septentorio distorted his licence, seemingly drenched.

... other guerrillas, why not? You mean Mr. Orioles, the Nemoralis Grief Squad that made the statement, right?

I read their statement on the internet news.

I wondered if he was going to fight until the last one was lost, and Farkill was gone.

I just got to the hotel and left my stuff, and the fatigue pushes me closer and closer.

Even while resting in the salon's private room, Fiarluca had a cup of tea and at best a tablet on it.

"Well. I'm going to the west temple for a little while, so please take your time. We've got a room here too."

"Huh? Then too..."

The spelldoctor Septentorio builds momentum. Fiarlka looked back in front of the door and smiled.

"Thousand Years Mushrooms (Sennentake) is worth it. I don't take extra fees."

The haulier walked out with a flickering hand.

The spelldoctor Septentorio stared at the closed door, but fell back into the chair as the force fell out of his knee. The needle salotka also loses her complexion by looking around the private room of the tea salon.

An aristocratic hobby room with luxurious décor equal to or more than a hotel in the city of Grom, even Farkill, who has stayed for some time, is restless.

"This place, too, they say, used to be an aristocratic hall. Is the denomination managing it now? Well, uh, it's a hotel, and the manager says he knows Mr. Fiarlka."

"But... the..."

"Even if it takes me a lifetime, I won't be able to pay you back for the change."

In the eyes of Sarotka seeping tears, I saw something close to fear, not the same confusion as the spelldoctor.

"Uh... as I said yesterday, by chance, I found a precious mushroom called a thousand years old mushroom, and so I paid for [leaps] and stuff, and I can't even pay Mr. Fiarlka enough to change..."

"So, but I didn't pick that mushroom..."

... Oh, my God.

If you ask me that, I sure am.

He said he was from the Barack Zone of the Ristover Autonomous Region, but it was unexpected that he had such a clear idea. Seeing a spelldoctor, self-loathing for rude thoughts.

The spelldoctor who brought Sarotka also looked at Farkill wondering what was going on.

Neither of us is the type to take free rice or expensive luxury with a light knoll such as "lucky."

"Well, we were very helpful to the spelldoctor, so... Sarotka is with the spelldoctor, and Holla, she brought a letter to Dr. Laqueus and Amiela, who are working with us..."

"But that's not all at all... Besides, I left a letter from the manager, and it's Sensei..."

Sarotka looks around at the brilliant room with frightened eyes.

The spelldoctor poured the rest of the tea into the three cups and looked at the package.

"The information in that letter is super valuable, and if you're the recipient of judging its value, uh... oh, yeah. If you're going to tour the wizard society, will you finally go to Amitostigma and tell Dr. Lacueus directly, what the manager is doing?

Farkill spoke of his thoughts with momentum.

"Information is so valuable, depending on the thing. As bad as it gets, the fate of the country will change."

"Huh?

The needle girl looks next door. The curse doctor nodded and said.

"Mr. Farkill is right. I don't know how the tailor's manager was spent after the fire. Mr. Sarotka is the only one who can tell you."

"What, so, what about me..."

"Have you decided when to return to the Autonomous Community?

When Farkill heard, Sarotka shook her neck to the side and the curse doctor answered.

"No, especially. I promised to give you the letter, but I didn't decide how far I was going."

Sarotka leaned down with her hands on her cheeks.

"Um... what about Ami? Is the city near here? Enough to walk away..."

The movement of the spelldoctor and Farkill stopped.

Put it between a few breaths and the thought finally turns.

Farkill placed his tablet device on the tabletop and opened the map app.

"This is Lacrimaris, the king's capital where we are now… and Amitostigma is this big country to the east. Dr. Laqueus is now in the summer capital?

Sarotka turned red to her ears when she saw the map she had been given.

"Yada... I don't know anything..."

"I don't know what it's like, either, because I just know the name and the location, and I don't know what it's like to be there."

The needle girl asked, a little out of her shoulder.

"How could the manager's brother be so far away...?

"Nemoralis MP...... If the majority of the opposition decided to keep using the Devil's Asthma cannon all the time and they disagreed that Dr. Laqueus can't do it, they locked him in a dormitory. So, I managed to escape, but if I was in Nemoralis, I'd be caught again, so I took refuge in a foreign country."

Farkill summed up concisely what he was saying in the video and what he saw on the news.

Close the map and open the video.

"My grandfather over here is Dr. Lacueus, and my uncle is the leader of the Asacol party on both wheels of the axis. Faith is different, but 'demon asthma cannons are magical creatures, so you can't use them for war' is the same opinion as saying 'I want to end the war without the use of force,' so we're working together."

The backbone of democracy is not a simple majority vote.

Then, a majority based on hard to change "attributes" such as race, faith, gender, and social hierarchy leaves national politics at its mercy, and minorities are always at a disadvantage.

It is the gathering and sorting of opinions so that as many people as possible can live happily ever after, so that as few people as possible suffer disadvantages in order for people of different attributes to come up with opinions and make the society in which they live together better.

The spelldoctor and needle nodded at the explanation, staring at the accusation video that "the demon asthma cannon is a magical creature" to devour.