It's all one flower.

The warehouse company's presidential residence is not far from Senator Padsnygenik's, but it was a suitable (fuzzy) mansion to call a mansion.

A limo goes through the gate, circles through the fountain and is traversed to the front door. The two drivers opened the door in a flowing motion and unloaded the luggage of the locks from the trunk.

"All our servants are trustworthy. You can pray in peace."

"Yes. It helps.... Ladies and gentlemen, wasn't it hard to collect?

"Hey, there's only thirty. We're replacing the church here. I won't be embarrassed. I'll show you to the chapel later."

"Thank you"

I was finally alone in the room where I was guided, and Roark stood by the window.

The implanted leaves edge the view and the faint twilight garden looks like a single width painting. Obscured by the high walls, he did not know what was going on in the city of Ljabina.

After being entertained with a sumptuous dinner, the president and his wife guided him to a room without windows. The air conditioning on the ceiling makes a slight noise.

"Unfortunately, I can't see it from the outside."

The president operates the switch on the wall. The lighting dotted behind the stained glass, and the way Saint Kirkulus raised his right hand small to point to heaven floated brightly.

In front of a sermon stand that emerged an ellipse of the path of the holy star, a wooden bench lined with about fifty people who seemed to be able to sit.

"I can't believe there's such a fine church in the house..."

"What is a splendid thing. With all this hiding and shit. Originally, stained glass is of the sun…"

"Don't you? Patience until the end of the persecution of the Fraxinus."

The president embarrasses his wife.

Roark apologized with a dark voice to the president's wife.

"Excuse me. In the city of Zerneau, we were a church substitute, but we just hung a tapestry of the path of the saints and the stars on the guest walls, so..."

"I'm sorry. If I did... I'd have to thank you for not finding the Fluxinus for the past thirty years."

The president holds his wife's shoulder and assures her.

"A little more patience."

As Roark threw the inquiry face-to-face, the president lowered his back on the bench and also urged his wife and Roark with a hand gesture. Roark accidentally stretched his spine to the stiff, limp feel of the bench.

"Now you know that the government forces and the Nemus Liberation Army are crushing each other in the capital, right?

"Yes."

Rourke thought of the journey from the Returning Refugee Center to Rachika City (Michinoli) and laid his eyes down.

"Now it's only the capital, but sooner or later, it spreads beyond"

"Why not?

"Fraxinus...... especially because the people of the lake join the Nemus Liberation Army. Even this Lyabina and Rachika alone have many citizens in favor of the PLA"

"Oh no..."

Don't you know the tragedy of the capital?

... No, no, that's stupid.

The evacuees told me more about it than Rourke did.

"The front is bound to expand"

"What...? But right now, we're at war with Artel, right?

"That's why. Government forces do not march to the mainland of Artel.... Padsnyejnik Sensei, the followers who infiltrated the Qin Peel branch party strongly persuaded the people to protect themselves from demons and warcraft."

Roark rebelled the president's words, understanding the meaning and pulling his jaw small.

In the feel of the Aquillo base raid operation, I feel that if the demon-mounted soldier goes to beat Artel's base, it will be settled in a few days.

In half a century of civil unrest, enemy allies intruded like mosaics among their relatives, prolonging their attacks because their target was "everything but their own".

This war has distinct enemy allies and clear attack targets.

"It is only natural for the PLA to claim that the paralyzed people“ should not argue with Artel ”. Guerrillas like the Nemoralis Panic Squad are terrorizing the mainland of Artel."

"Is that what you said on the radio news..."

When Roark bowed in a dark voice, the president also dropped his voice.

"That's right. From among the powerful people, there will appear those who join the Nemoralis Grief Squad to lay down their lives in Artel, and those who join the Nemus Liberation Army to crush each other with government forces… and those who go to further persecution in the Autonomous Region of Listver"

"Huh? But the Autonomous Communities are on fire..."

When Roark looked up, the president and his wife said away like nothing.

"The only thing that burned was the eastern Barracks."

"And because of that, the zoning business went on all at once, and she was reborn into a beautiful city so that she could see it differently."

The president and his wife also seem to know that the cause of the fire was the work of the Star Marker Wristver Branch.

"It's getting better around the corner, and the Autonomous Communities will be targeted?

The two responded with mockery to Roark's question.

"I rebuilt it one foot ahead of the Fluxinus."

"Ugly jealous."

"If you have predictions that the wizard will attack you..."

The president put his hand on Roark's shoulder and smiled.

"No matter, I'm hitting my hand. There are branches in the Autonomous Communities, too. But..."

I stare into the cloudy eyes of the President.

The president and his wife answered by cutting the holy mark towards the stained glass and praying to the saints.

"Those who are unwilling to hold guns, those who are powerless to fight, will be martyred"

"What... ah!

Roark was told again and lost his word.

To the north and west are the ruins of the city of Zerneau, deserted by air raids, to the east is Lake Lacus and to the south is the Kublum Mountains, inhabited by demons and warcraft. The weak in the Ristover Autonomous Region have nowhere to escape.

Cravel, the capital, had a high proportion of the people of the lake, and the building was equipped with a variety of protective techniques from the [nest hanging (caques)] school, but still, a large number were destroyed in battle.

Government forces and the Nemus Liberation Army, both sides blame their opponents, and the announcement of casualty numbers will not be Ate, but there is no doubt that there have also been casualties among the powerful civilian population.

The Ristover Autonomous Region is defenseless against wizards.

... those who can't fight, they can't even escape.

I just fled the Autonomous Community and have no place to go.

The surrounding cities were burned down by Artel Army air raids, and demons and warcraft devoured and empowered with corpses. Besides, restrictions on access to that area had still not been lifted.

"If persecution continues against us Kirkurs, we will be sanctioned by the international community. That's why the government, with the support of the Kirkulus, is making rebuilding the Autonomous Communities a priority."

"What's going on with the Autonomous Communities now?

Roark doesn't know more than Farkill showed me on the internet news. The majority of its sources are news releases (press releases) and photographs of the Nemoralis government.

"The port of Grjaj in the city of Zerneau was provisionally restored to rebuild schools and homes, shops, factories and roads by carrying relief supplies and building materials. No, it's the Barack Zone, so it's more splendid than before."

"Not only that, but we've built sewers and solar power, and we've built more desalination plants, so it's much prettier and easier to live in than before."

The president and his wife - Mr. and Mrs. Lyabina Branch Manager of the Star Mark (Shiba) talk more about the state of reconstruction in the autonomous community of Listwar than the press reports.

"Rather than losing Barack's dense slum streets and zoning business... the reconstruction project from half a century of civil unrest has finally moved decently"

"Thirty years..."

The president and his wife swallowed up the following explanation for their lack of any emotions.