It's all one flower.

The Tea Party was invited to host Niptra Neumae, soprano singer Oratorix of the Lyabina Civil Orchestra, Ghimun, head of the choir at the Second Temple of the King's Capital, Lucy Renoui, poet of the Lacrimalis, plus Punzovi, Undersecretary of Foreign Affairs of Lacrimalis, and Lacueus, MP of Nemoralis.

Rep. Laqueus, as a former professional harp player, and Punzovi, in his participation as a guitar player in his hobby, is ostensibly a "gathering of musical fellow hobbies".

Senator Laqueus brings his favorite harp, with tea and a little snack on the tabletop, along with a score of "All One Flower" and fragments of lyrics sent to him so far.

"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming together during your busy schedule."

Singer Niptra Neumae...... Carindura, Amiela's great-aunt, stated the mouth of the mould and declared the beginning of the meeting.

Under-Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs Punzovi confirms the guitar case together by placing it in the adjacent seat.

"The purpose of the day was to exchange information and continue lyrics...... right?

Everyone nods and poets Lucy Renuy and Cleric Geemun place tablet terminals on the tabletop. As always, the wizards' use of civilizational instruments should not have seemed odd to the Kirkuls' Lacueus.

Those working in the Nemoraris and Lacrimaris city wells (Shisei) speak up about the plight of the refugees and their desire to dispose of demonic asthma cannons.

... everywhere is the same.

"Now even if the road to happiness is dark, if we do not lose sight of the stars of hope, we will find darkness through a single light, and we will always receive the morning light"

Rep. Laqueus mouthed a slogan that altered the Kirkulus scripture that Sneg had just heard.

The first reaction was the Oratorix of the Lyabina Civic Orchestra.

"Right. Between all the volunteers these days, that's what more of you are saying. The evacuees have been courageous in their words."

"Is it Master Left? Who else heard of this...?

Senator Laqueus looked around and the poet Lucy Renoui and cleric Geemun nodded with a strange look. Lucy Lunui puts his doubts in the green eyes and peeps at Kirkuls MPs.

The old senator looked around again and made repeated inquiries.

"When and where were you asked?

"What's that word?

The Under-Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs pushed up his sliding glasses.

"It's a modification of a passage in the Kirkulus scripture."

Blood drew from the faces of the five.

The Fluxinusian cleric, Geemun, says quickly.

"Are you saying that the Hidden Kirkurs are here in the King's Capital...?

"It's not a wacky decision to make. However, I feel intent on printing it on my weak mind, but for how many minutes (what), until I am certain that I am short of information..."

The poet of the people of the lake carves a wrinkle between his eyebrows, says a Kirkulus MP.

"I am an inductee at the dock in the morning. I heard it from the mouths of the people waiting for the ship to Amitostigma, but the idea of Kirkulus might spread there, too, right?

"Originally, the Hudong region had many powerless people and many Kirkurs, so the idea itself has long been known in Amitostigma and elsewhere."

The same face does not clear in the explanations given by Under-Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs Punzovi.

Niptra Neumae flaunts her shoulder.

"Besides, even during the original Lacus Lacrimalis Republic, there were Kirkurs, so you've heard about the long-lived race once or twice. My best friend and sister's husband were Kirkurs..."

The cleric looked sinister.

"Surely, a powerful people will not be stained with that faith. But now, if we spread it to a powerless people in this situation, what happens..."

"The resurgence of half a century of civil unrest...?

The place freezes to the whine of the poet Lucy Renoui.

The present government, which seeks to uphold the republican system, the Nemus Liberation Army, which calls for a return to government, and the Kirkurs. How many victims will there be if we fight over the existence of faith and magic, the difference between race and the regime we seek?

From a different standpoint, the Nemus Liberation Army and the Kirkurs each want to dispose of the demonic asthma cannon. But the Nemus Liberation Army believed in the goddess of the lake and wanted a theocracy by the Royal Lacrimalis and the Lacus Nenia families.

"Now, that's not the case..."

Oratorix's well-traveled voice hits the wall of a quiet conference room.

"Your Majesty, keep an eye out for General Unuk Elhaia or the Congress of Nemoralis, which will take power. If you are going to return to the reign, you have indicated your intention that it will not be too vague to co-govern again."

Rep. Laqueus tightened himself up when the Kingdom of Lacrimalis was clearly told by the embassy in the capital, Cravel, and the consulate in the city of Rachka why he would not recall the diplomats.

If it were to be annexed to the Kingdom of Lacrimalis, Prince Sheratan, passive for rule, might cede the seat of the head of the Lacus Nenia family to General Unuk Elhaia.

"The people of the lake, and I guess not many people disagree with that."

Everyone nods at Niptra Neumae's words.

The current administration deceived the people and studied demonic asthma cannons to invite the attack of Artel. If the will of the people, who are sovereigns, is ignored, there is no choice but to be turned that way towards the institutions of democracy.

"I need to finish this song in order to bring everyone's hearts together."

Oratorix takes a bunch of lyrics.

The poet looked at the score and said:

"Is this a song that brings the minds of people of different attributes together...... difficult but arms ring"

"What feelings do we have in common with people now...?

"So sad."

Niptra Neumae answered the Under-Secretary of State for Foreign Affairs's question instantly and the poet raised his eyes from the spectrum.

Cleric Geemun drops his gaze on the "Tears of the Goddess" lyrics.

"Based on this soul song, it's going to be a familiar song."

The poet says with a tablet device on.

"Now, let's use this place where you say," Sleep in peace, but keep your hands together. "

After only two hours of discussion, more than half, the lyrics solidified.

Senator Laquéus claws the harp and Niptra Neumae sings to try the decided part.

"Peaceful Lake Wind

Hiraki Island celebrates a new dawn.

Little island flowers shake in the morning sun in the lake of tears (Lacus)... "

Up to this point, it was in Niptra Neumae's notebook. A poet of the people of the lake, at the request of the Government of the Republic of Lacus Lacrimaris, had made it as a "song for the centenary of the transition of the republic", but it was killed before it was completed.

The next part was undecided lyrics, and Niptra, who was supposed to sing "Song of the Centennial of the Republican Transition," closed her lips, and only the Lord's Melody of the harp flows.

Again, Niptra's voice overlapped the tone of the harp.

"Sad vows and dried up tears."

Let go of the weapon and walk

I will never go back to the days of sorrow the flames that surrounded the city... "

Those who mourned everything even wept with deep despair.

Those who take the same "sad vows" as the old men who volunteered for sacrifice never cease to follow. The deep despair of giving up one's own life, but having to form reprisals and defenses.

Current terrorism and the Devil's Asthma War, guerrilla activity, and indifferent behavior are the same as the earlier "Civil Unrest of the Half Century".

When peace was established after fifty years of battle, the generations of Senators Laqueus and others swore not to repeat it, but their vows were void.

In order to break the chain of grief, we must let go of each other's weapons and walk forward so that we can never go back to the days when we will be burned by war again.

"Sleep in peace, but keep your hands together..."

An oath of no war is necessary not only for the peace of the living but also of the dead.

"Blue in the sky of Qing

The sunny wind of the clouds I dreamed of with my friends announces the end of the battle... "

The poet arranged a fragment of the lyrics written in boneless letters.

What I dreamed of with my people was a peaceful sky. It's the end of the fight.

"Sad vows and dried up tears."

Atonement for sin. Walk.

We're going to walk together... in the morning... "

This part is halfway between “walking together” and “morning when the road opens".

"Turn down the chain of hatred and sorrow.

Let's bloom together. One of these flowers. "

The last part set the words spoken by the organizers at the charitable concert in the city of Ljabina. His words touch the harp lines of many, and requests have been made to incorporate this into the lyrics, even in the comments section of the video.

And the words that came out when I thought about the new group names of the Archiones were also overlapping.

The song, though still far from complete, overlapped the thoughts of many.

Kirkuls and Fraxinus, lake goddesses and protagonists and other sects, race, gender, presence or absence of magic, political orientation… a poem that appeals to peace to all people independently of them.

"A little more,"

Oratorix lifts his face off the paper where he notes the lyrics. The poet also raised his face from a tablet device taking notes.

Every face was tired, but sunny.

"The rest will be recruited in refugee camps as planned"

In a declaration by Senator Laqueus, the meeting was opened.