It's all one flower.

The third village visited was on the plain just south of the forest.

The village is surrounded by vast pastures and barley fields.

The truck of the person overlooked by the mobile station (Praetermisa) stops suddenly.

Morphs gazing out through the small window in the attendant's room through the windshield slapped his tongue small. Many white creatures appeared and crossed the truck with their faces.

"It's you, isn't it?

"What... sheep?"

"Sheep? That one?

"Yes, Mr. Morph, is this your first time? I don't have a shepherd, so I guess I'm on my own."

Nee-chan, a pharmacist, twisted herself in the passenger seat and looked at the morph over her shoulder.

"Huh? Sheep do this on their own?

You're with the kid.

Medvage's old man's eyes are hard to see with a back mirror.

It was a picture book that first found out about a creature called sheep.

I've eaten meat several times and I've never seen it so close in the countryside of northern Nemorales.

White lumps, like clouds descending on the ground, move right to left in front of the truck, with no cuts.

"It's hard to run into, so we'll have to wait."

"Oh, my God, you're going to die."

Medvede's old man smiles bitterly in the driver's seat in the back mirror.

"The sheep are pathetic, but it's hard to make amends."

"Are they so expensive?

The old man didn't know either. Looking at the passenger seat with a pigeon's face like a bean gun.

"I don't know much about it either, but I can make clothes by cutting hair and spinning yarns, and I can make cheese and milk, and the meat is delicious, and the yarns from the intestines are strong, so I process them into a net that catches fish, and I can make bags and skins, and in some regions, I don't throw away manure and use them for fertilizer and fuel."

Every time the pharmacist's nee-chan arranges the use of the sheep, the old man counts.

"Ahhh... you're a sheep, aren't you?"

Morph gazed at the side of the old man who spoke for his surprise. Beyond that, this crossing continues even if it is not known when it will end.

Under the blue sky in late April, wheat fields began to emerge with endless grasslands and hoes, and this group of white pearls crossed the road. None of them were in Barrack, Listver Autonomous Region, where the boy soldier Morph was born and raised.

This road is alternated between Enchantment and ordinary stones, and it won't get wet even if it rains. There was only such a promising path in Barrack City in front of the factory.

The wind, dulled by soot and exhaust gas, was far away, but the bounce blurred the tip of my memory.

The mobile station truck and wagon restarted the engine in about fifteen minutes.

Around the fields, green-haired people sperm out their agricultural work. In a village north of Nemoraris, Morph helped a little, but it was harder than it looked.

It reminds me of Karam and his noses twitching.

Near the village was a vegetable field, and it seemed to grow many varieties due to the different colors of leaves.

Young people wave in front of the village. In front of the gate were young men, as well as a crooked grandfather and two fraxinus priests.

The guy from the previous village magically came ahead and told me about the mobile station.

Medvede parks the truck about ten meters in front of the gate.

"Hello. We're from the mobile station, Mon."

"I'm listening. Please come in."

The village chief's grandfather told me to restart the engine.

Guided by a young man and clergyman who waved his hand, he parked the transfer station truck and wagon car in the school yard of the primary and secondary school. The two villages visited earlier had only fine shrines and no school buildings.

Green-haired children show their faces through concrete three-story windows. Far better than the school in the countryside in the north.

Everyone gets off the truck and wagon and greets the village executives.

One of the priests lifted the same winged snake badge (today) from his neck as the Civic Hospital Sensei, while the other badge was the same butterfly as the funeral home's old man.

"I am the principal. Please feel free to let us know if you have any questions during your stay."

The guy who waved his hand looked the same age as DJ's older brother, but he might be a long-lived race.

"Well, that's very generous of you, but let me sweeten your words."

"I didn't think so when I got my reward, but I didn't really know Mr. Jorch was safe...."

The village chief made his wrinkled face even more wrinkled and wept.

The old lady on the radio smiled.

"You didn't get any chaos from the capital here. Thank you for being safe."

"Those who went to Craver's high school and college were killed and returned to the village."

The youngest of the village's four face-to-face principals lowers their green eyebrows and drops their shoulders.

The color of the radio's grandmother, Razornik, and Amana's father's eyes changed.

"I'd like to talk to the students...."

"I don't know what happened in the capital, but if you don't mind, let me talk to you."

When the radio's grandmother George tended to hesitate to say, the village chief looked at the principal with his beard faded in color in the first place. The young headmaster answers openly.

"I will contact you through my elementary and junior high school students' siblings."

"I'm going out to the field today. Tomorrow morning, we will tell the children who come to the altar."

A priest with the same butterfly badge as the funeral parlor's old man said, the snake badge priest nodded without saying anything.

Doubts pop out of Morph's mouth.

"Everyone in this village is from the lake, right?

"It's a village that serves the Lacus Nenia family for generations to come. In particular, I don't remember the people of the land being the ones who were removed, but the people of the lake have always lived alone because the food is different."

The village chief looked around at all the mobile broadcasters and gave them a long excuse.

There are only three people in this lake: the funeral home's old man, the pharmacist's old man, and the fisherman's grandfather.

"Why did you come back when the people of the lake weren't hidden from the Kilcrusts?

"Immediately after the coup d 'état, the fighting was intense and the house broke down, right? It's probably not school, and you're going home."

Razornik smiled at me, but the boy soldier Morph didn't let go.