It's all one flower.

By mid-April, the second volume of the Clean Book also went to the green-haired courier, and the translation of the third volume was almost complete.

Kufsinka is proofreading Volume 3, and students are busy translating the common language of the foreign language.

"Even if you're busy, if you stay with us every day, you'll lose your efficiency."

The owner of the newspaper kiosk takes Kufshinka out a few days later because he's collecting money.When I saw the city of spring through the window of the wagon, I changed my mind.

Sheenie's green grass grows in length, and butterflies and bees dance to flowers that are no longer picked because of poison.Vegetable sprouts appeared in planting pots and the like in temporary houses.

The loosely blowing wind carries the fragrance of flowers.

The eastern part of the Autonomous Region of Listver changed dramatically from Barack Street a few years ago.There is no more smell of Dob that is suffocating.

Without even knowing the number of victims swallowed by the flames, the star symbol (Shinbe) Listver Branch Manager, who ordered the arson, is still in the mayor's seat.

The Nemus Liberation Army didn't kill the Warden only because it was worth it.Many of the end combatants died in battles with the Liberation Army before General Unuk Elhaia rushed.

The current Listver Autonomous Region cannot afford to elect a district chief, even though it is far from being punished by the Nobuyasu Prize.

Thank you all the time.

I'll see you later.

The newspaper dealer dropped Kufsinka off at the eastern church and headed for a temporary house to collect money.

Change your mind and enter the chapel.Temporary food factories and shopping streets have increased, and there have been slightly fewer people doing manual work in churches.However, many people still live on donation requests.

Several people greeted Kufushenka, a Hoshido craftsman.

Those who raised their faces turned around and smiled with a responsive voice.

Kufsinka called out to a middle-aged woman who worked in a seat near the entrance to the chapel.

"Hello, Mr. Amentum.How's it going?

"Store manager... it's still difficult to embroider like this."

A woman in her mid-40s has a dress for her children.Previously, I was instructed to cross stitch the hem (bottom) and sleeve (sleeve) with reinforcement and decoration.

The hem was spread out with an uneven seam and deviated diagonally from the midway, returning to the hem at a sharp angle like you remember, which did not provide much reinforcement.

The difference from the specimen that Kufshenka sewed while explaining highlights the low technical ability of the amentum.

"The seams are getting bigger and bigger, and I don't think I've ever embroidered them before."

"But I'm late and I don't want any ingredients.After all, young people swallow faster. "

Amentum grabbed the stitched children's clothes.

"Excuse me, could you tell me that story?

"Yes... I can't force you to ask, but if you change your mind, please let me know at any time."

"I'm sorry, Nacalainnik is much better than me."

Amentum lay his eyes down, but immediately raised his face and gazed at a middle-aged man working in a seat a little away.

Whether you heard your name or not, he turns around and meets with each other.

"Hello, may I have a look?

"Heh, heh, not really, not yet, you know, it's easy."

Surprisingly, I offered my stitched pants to a Hoshido craftsman.

He was given the same challenges as Amentum.Although it is slightly distorted (snoring), the seam does not deviate greatly, and it is used for adequate reinforcement.Kufshinka glanced.

"I can't believe you've improved so much with just a few explanations."

"It was a demonstration right in front of me.That book was filled with diagrams, but there shouldn't be many difficult words for me. "

"The embroidery just sticks to the pattern."

"The real Bible is a common language, isn't it?

"Eh... speaking of which, literacy classes.The priests were able to hang out and use the free classrooms in elementary school. "

Nacalainnik's eyebrows fell.

"That's nice to talk about, but that's it.You're practicing Hunan, right?

"They'll teach you the common language at another time."

"You study in the papers, don't you?

"I've heard things like making materials out of newspapers, but I don't know the details."

The anxiety does not disappear from Nacalainnik's face.

"If there's nothing to study, then... I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Don't rush.It's important that you have the skills and the language. "

"Young people remember better, don't they?

The burns he sustained in the winter fire made his legs worse, and he snapped his chin at the woman who was working with his back round.

Nitka skillfully knitted sweaters and the like while teaching others knitting during the winter.A little younger than Nacalainnik, but both are in their thirties, not so different.

Today she struggles with needles and yarns for embroidery, not knitting needles and yarns.

When Kufsinka called out, she didn't feel a shudder.

Nitka.

"Ah, no, ahh, I'm sorry I can't show this to the Hoshido craftsmen anymore!

Nitoka blocked the Kufshinka and hid the sewn clothes.

"It's my first time, so I won't be angry if I don't do it right."

"Um, but I..."

"You did your best not to throw it out until this happened."

Kufshinka's wrinkled hands gently wrap around Nitoka's scratchy hands.

"First, let the lamp of knowledge illuminate the path of Nitoka, who has continued his efforts."

Nitka trembled her lips and broke down crying without a voice.

The other day, when I taught her how to sew, she did what she taught me without difficulty.Kufushenka casually called, "I knew it was as good as I expected.I'm counting on you, "he said, crushing her.

My hands must have shrunk with tension and stopped moving as I thought.

It may have been too heavy for Nitoka to be chosen by Kufsinka as one of the possible successors to Hoshido's craftsmen.

... I'm sorry I did that.

Kufshinka held her shoulders and stroked her back until Nitoka settled down.

There were no remaining successor candidates, Arba and Murinye.

Thank you for your hard work.

"... I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

Kufsinka slipped away from Nitka and appeared in the church meeting room.