It's all one flower.

Shortly after entering the main entrance of the Luffus seminary, there was a large flower table in the front yard.

Countless message cards insert into a pile of white bouquets. Memorials to theological students who have been victims of terrorism, words calling for peace, cards that have written scriptural passages as they are, and calls to irresponsibly incite terrorists to avenge the use of "evil (a) shikiye (on purpose)" are overflowing.

Roark placed a small bouquet of flowers on the left edge and pretended to pray.

Slowly walk to the right edge, reading every word that faces out of the bouquet of flowers.

It was the clergy in charge of the parish of the body, friends and origin who wrote the name of the deceased theological student. Some of them even reveal thoughts he couldn't tell before his life that he "always liked you, Kirktsus".

... Kirktsus, are you dead too?

His name was given in the newspaper's list of seriously injured, and he apologized for the visit when Roark went to explore the hospital.

Even for a short period of time, it doesn't break my heart to deal with the obituaries of my classmates who have studied side by side with me. Roark mocked his thinness and read one card at a time accompanied by a bouquet of flowers.

Put your hand in a thin coat pocket, with a voice praying for peace on your right hand, and your left hand pointing and counting voices of revenge and resentment.

This is the hand sign Captain Solniak taught me. I can represent one hand from one to thirty-one in the way I fold my fingers. If you go to thirty-one, fold the receipt one at a time, left and right, and calculate it later in the form of folds and fingers.

Which way, days have passed since the terrorist attacks, after the bouquet of flowers was cleared. I can't wait to pull out the cards buried in the other bouquets.

I purposefully acknowledged (made) the message on the card, and I wish I could grasp the approximate number of "actionable people" buying bouquets of flowers and taking them to seminary, as well as their general opinions.

There are many memorials to cards and determinations that have been written with place patterns, sacraments intact. The words filled with anger were colorful and caught my eye for a moment.

It would be difficult to remove well-informed survivors and officials of the Rufus seminary, even if they bitterly felt the call for retribution, along with a bouquet of flowers mourning the victims of terrorism.

In physical sense, prayer was five, vengeance was two, and other personal messages were about three.

To the right of the flower table is provided a donation lighthouse with a fundraiser, and candles lit by several donations blink like stars surrounded by black windscreen panels. The spring wind was calm, shaking a small prayer light, but it never blew out.

Next to the right of the lamp stand, five bulletin boards are arranged.

I wish you the peace of your souls, priests and promising theological students, who have been sacrificed as a result of this despicable terrorist attack, and the speedy recovery of those who have been wounded.

The proceeds of the candles donated will be used to cover the medical expenses of those injured in the terrorist attacks.

Damaged flowers will be disposed of sequentially, but cards with your prayers and hearts caged will continue to be posted here.

For personal messages, we plan to give them to your survivors or to the person in the hospital around the end of next month.

Let us walk together in the path of the Holy Star and face this difficulty.

Together with the star sign Rufus Branch

The description given on the leg of the bulletin board also reads the email address of the branch and the URL of the official website of the star sign (servant).

Roark noted the number of flower bouquets of prayer and resentment in his notebook, and also wrote down the contact details for the star's mark (servant).

They stick it on the bulletin board by the date it was collected.

Early cards will always take up revenge, destroy the nemoralis who use evil, etc. Noisy words dominate, and prayer words increase every time they follow the day.

... Well, you can donate flowers early because you would be a theological student or guardian.

I know as well as it hurts for Roark that anger and hatred stand ahead of prayer.

He was trained in combat with militant guerrillas to avenge the Chis, and threw grenades into a lot of rooms in addition to Operation Aquillo Base Raid. I don't know how many Artel soldiers there were and how much I could have bombed them with Roark's hands.

... How many of these people who write this will contribute financially to the Star Mark and how many will join the Star Mark or become regular army volunteers?

Even if no concrete action was taken, there were already countless people on the Internet who called for reprisals against nemoralis and wizards and continued to incite war.

Partly because of the Artel government's intelligence controls, newspaper and magazine polls show more than 80% of opinions in support of a thorough fight against Nemoralis.

Even if there are Artel politicians and senior government officials who want peace, it's hard to speak up. No, if I hit badly, I even feared losing my legs just because I put the formulation of the peace proposal on the topic.

... Artel's Public Induction, he said Kotto like Mr. Razornik and the others were doing something, but what happened to that one?

I remember a story the curse doctor told me about when it was.

Even if that was representing an effect, it could have been ruined by the revelation of the identity of the demonic asthma cannon or by the bomb attacks at the seminary.

Roark also read the cards on the bulletin board, writing down prayers and revenge, and a number of others. The impressive content goes to the chapel after deciding to write calmly.

Cops patrol the off-limits tape and continue to make live reports, but military heavy machines and so on have been withdrawn. The rubble pile was only moved to rescue him, and he can't clean it up until the police investigation is over.

Even when the average person approached him, he could not be blamed.

I see several people kneeling (kneeling) and praying outside the tape.

According to reports in the Artel Republic, the Nemoralis Panic Squad stole a bomb from an Artel army base and used it to terrorize it, and some newspapers had rebuffed the military's failures.

Roark walks slowly outside the tape and observes the debris.

Miscellaneous demons swung in the sunless part.

Concrete and lacquer were destroyed, but no wood, such as benches, was burnt.

Ziolito said at the Lion's House that he had guided the Nemoralis Grief Squad to look down. The actual crime was a short time ago, Ursa Mayor testified in the hospital bed.

Ex-military and architectural experts who say they joined the Grief Squad seem to be pretty good people. Even Roark knows that plastic bombs cannot be exploded accurately without expertise.

The combined use of grenade-like objects probably made it harder to recover the bodies and aimed at the demons gushing.

A miscellaneous demon peeps outside from a shadow called the shadow of rubble.

Days have passed since the terrorist attacks on the boulders, and the technique of protection left on the floor has also lapsed, apparently.

Roark crouched down and peered into the rubble gap.

"What's wrong?

The agent calls me out and I stand up in the guise of the wind telling me I had no choice.

"Only you, Ziolito of the High Ministry, are missing. I saw on the news... hey, you're still buried..."

"Excuse me, what did I say about you? Do you have any idea where the students are?

As we were aiming, the agents ate.

"No, you know, even though I said I knew you, I just sent you off a little on the Cactacare fan forum, and you're totally private... Detective, how could you pull off a military heavy machine or a police dog if you haven't found it yet?

The agent turned his gaze to the rubble.

"At least I'm not here. I've been ill since the day before, and my worship on the day of the terrorist attack was in my dorm absenteeism."

"Like you went home scared of terrorism?

When Roark heard him pretend to be a fool, the agent turned to a derogatory mixed bitterness. For older him, the young man who also becomes a socialite and reads novels for teens and even enters and exits the fan forum seems to be just like Kodomo.

Then I'm not saying he's missing.

"Oh, yeah, right"

Explain the model as it was when I got back to work early.

"If you have any leads at all, please let the police know. A dedicated reporting form has been set up on the site"

"Anything? He said he was going to stop by in private with our guy, and I only realized about the sacred place of Cactacare."

"As I said in the press release, we're investigating, including the possibility of being kidnapped by terrorists. It's fine with trivial things like rumors after missing, thank you."

My colleague called me in, and the agent ran away without waiting for Roark's reply.