It's all one flower.

A large number of invitees had already gathered in the large hall of the Padsgnejnik mansion.

I don't think the men and women dressed like laughing are in the middle of a war and a coup. Who connects with Senator Padsnyejnik and his family. Are there hundreds of people?

To say that my grandfather will serve as a priest is all Kirkuls.

... I guess all servants do too.

When Senator Padsnyejnik and his grandfather in mornings went up on the stage, the chatter stopped as the tide drew. Waiting for a servant ready to stand meal to align on the wall, the Lord (or his) MP greets him.

"Everyone walking on the path of the Holy Star. Thank you for your luck in your busy day. With the support not only of our neighbors Artel and Lanista, but also of the Kirkurist nations and denominations around the world, we have been able to hunt down all those who use evil."

The grownups applauded him, so he slapped his hand so that Farkill wouldn't get suspicious either.

Senator Padsnyejnik looked around satisfactorily and continued.

"Far-right forces, mainly the people of the lake, have had a coup, but we have rejected it and it has helped us achieve our grief. Returning to the old days of domination is also a foolishness that does not realize the dangers of using bad business."

... Well, I suppose everyone knows that even though we're at war, if there's a conflict in the country, we'll be in trouble.

The crushing of government forces and the Nemus Liberation Army moves in the favor of hidden Kirkurs and the Artel and Lanista republics within the Nemoralis.

Roark had no idea why General Unuk Elhaia, a long-lived race who had been in the army for hundreds of years, ran to the foolishness that even children could see. Is there some serious problem of laying low on the people?

"Demon asthma cannons are magical creatures. It could be a return to the demons of the Three Kingdoms. In this regard, things are progressing so that the Devil's Asthma can crush each other with the Lacrimaris Army."

... I was on the news that the demon asthma cannon was in the Tuman Forest, but Cotto said the Nemoralis army worked to keep it from moving to retrieve it?

I don't know what the facts are, but it doesn't look like we're in a situation where we're going to get enough troops.

In a video that Farkill showed me, the Artel Army said they were Nemoralis troops, but the Lacrimalis government, which used magical tools to examine the legacy, announced that it did not know where anyone was.

On second thought, if a regular Nemoralis soldier were found to have broken into Lacrimalis territory, the relationship might be chilled and refugee support cut off.

... Not on Artel's side. A decent Qin Peel (Tonerico) branch party person wouldn't let the regular army retrieve it either.

I noticed the possibility that the Artel Army did not tell me how many seeds of the raging wind trees they sowed in the Tuman Forest were all in order to force the Lacrimaris Army to deploy in the Forest to meet the Demon Asthma Cannon.

You can't use magic. The Artel army can't do anything if they encounter a demon asthma cannon. Even the missile that sank the Nemoraris' ship in one blow couldn't defeat the Demon Asthma.

A senator on the stage gives his place to his grandfather.

"Everyone who seeks the light of knowledge. The other day, a member of the Star Mark (Shiba) regiment residing in Cravel gave me a great battle result. Let us pray to the saints for them who have instantly become part of the stars in heaven."

... Huh? Is that a suicide bomber...?

I looked next door unexpectedly. My father puts his index finger on his lips and pulls his jaw small. Roark turned to the top, trying to hear it out later.

My grandfather utters words of prayer in a stern voice.

"The sun, moon, stars, and stars of darkness that become void (depression) also illuminate (well).

The sun and moon stars, all that live, the heavens and earth, the reason of this world, keep thee. "

... This is the common language translation of the [exorcism] spell.

Roark also chants to match his surroundings, dampening the urge to be exposed. The common language was followed by the same word in Hunan, where my grandfather took turns with Senator Padsnyejnik.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, please relax and welcome us"

A single applause occurs and people scatter in the buffet between the walls.

Chairs and tables were brought in, and wine glasses were made all over the place with one hand a chunk interested in standing talkin '.

"What was the result of the Star Mark earlier..."

"You're hungry. Let's talk while we eat."

"Roark, I'll get it for you."

The parents laugh and watch Belyoza hang around. There was a crowd of people around my grandfather, and I couldn't possibly talk to him.

"I'll do it myself, fine. I don't like spills and dirty dresses."

Roark walked off Beryoza with his big crotch.

Fine dishes in hand, such as thick meat dishes, raw vegetable salads, warm vegetables and chowder with plenty of potage soup and utensils, line up sloppily.

Bread and thin soup alone are not comparable to the meals at the Returning Refugee Centre, which were thankful.

"Low......"

"Belyoza, long time no see. You were here, too. We're in Geatzint now."

The girl's rambling voice caught Belyoza and the other loving chatter of the women began. Thanking the Lord of Voices, Roark heads to the table with his father and his two hands on a plate serving dishes.

My father started talking by urging Roark to eat.

"You don't know, but Cravel's got a lot of comrades."

"How many?

"Well... three thousand if I let in the family of the crew too... no, they're not there. Yeah, well, you live two thousand hundred people."

"What? Awesome! There's so many of them!

My father laughed bitterly when Roark made me happy.

"Cravel's the only capital, and it's home to over a million people, right? But less than three thousand people..."

"But you had a successful operation of some sort, didn't you?

I pretend to be innocent like a little kid, trying to figure out some details about terrorism.

My father looked around softly. Everyone is obsessed with eating and chatting, and no one pays attention to their father's and son's seats. Belyoza and her mother had been caught by a red-haired girl.

"Attacking Lanista and Artel wizard residences with car bombs...... you're doing great in the papers and on the radio, right?

"Yeah."

"I blew it up in a traffic train. There were passers-by during the truce. They could have pretty much ended up with plenty of piles of nails. Lanista's headquarters will be announcing by now."

"You could've broken a nearby building or something?

My father shook his head to the side.

"No, you're magically protected. According to the story of the person who saw it, the window seems to be about broken. There's a hole in the road, so I can't get through the car anymore."

"The road we took was safe, wasn't it?

"You don't know what to say about National Highway VIII...... It's the road from the East End to the Northwest Gate. There are more places near the north and east gates where battles have broken roads and cars have become impassable."

... but if I were a powerful people, I'd walk down a broken path during truce time, leave the gate, and go somewhere in [leap].

Even the Fraxinus will be sacrificed, but only by a powerless people. Although Nemoralis Island is home to many lake people, there are now large numbers of people from land who have been burned out of Negna Island.

According to the doctrine of Kirkulus, a people without power is considered a “clean soul without original sin” without the magic that serves as a source of "evil (ah) shikiye (purposeful)".

... If you were a Fluxinus, would you kill a powerless people too?

"Do the star beacons not escape the capital?

"Ah. Anyone with a role other than combat, or unlikely to be a force of war, has finished letting them flee to other cities. … there are such people here too"

My father looks around the great hall, and Roark also turns his attention to the people who have dressed him. It was complicated to think that there was a family of star markers in it. I wonder what they think of the families that stay in the capital for suicide bombings.

Laughter occurs from all over.

In the end, the purpose of the meeting did not appear to Roark's eyes to be a "memorial to the perpetrators of the suicide bombing".