It's all one flower.

Three days after the green-haired hairdresser arrived.

Kufsienka drove to the junior high school of the Eastern Diocese in a newspaperman's wagon.

The day after the green-haired hauler arrived, relief supplies arrived from the Kirkurian charity, the Envoy of the Stellar Realm.

Most of them are groceries, but this time, 50 second-hand treadle sewing machines arrived.

Yesterday, several cars were transported to each school in the Eastern Diocese, and today they will be inspected separately.

Even if it works, we need to adjust it.Sewing technicians and machinists, including Kufshenka, are involved in the work.

Five units were allocated to the junior high school headed by Kufushenka.

Kufshenka explained the inspection to enthusiastic students, and the remaining four made them do it.

Although the work itself is relatively simple, such as applying oil and retightening the screws, the number is large.There is also a risk of needle stick if the pedal is inadvertently pedaled during the inspection.

Teach by checking the precautions one by one, and recheck the actual sewing machine together.

It was only a little after noon that it was all over.

When I got in the wagon that picked me up, there was Priest Wentzs in the back seat.

"Oh, priests."

"I'm sorry to be so sudden, but I'm having a little meeting in the Western Church."

The priest who keeps the Eastern diocese looked at the two people in the back mirror.

"The meeting... what are you talking about?"

"Both of you, please don't say anything else."Keep it to yourself and your family. "

"It's kind of hard to understand, but I swear to you, saints, I won't tell my wife and children"

The newspaperman asked lightly, and Kufsienka nodded as she looked into the back mirror at Priest Wentzs' eyes.

“The UN has adopted an arms embargo against the Republic of Nemoraris.”

Weapon? But all the soldiers who are fighting Artel are magicians, right?

The newspaperman praises the priest over the mirror.

Magic weapons, armor, magic drugs, tools, and various other objects, including materials, are targeted.

No way, even the yarn and the cloth?

Khufushenka remembered the Armor and the embroidery of the demon guards and General Unuku Elhaia, and his heart jumped ominously.

"According to Priest Ferretolum, it doesn't affect humanitarian aid to the autonomous region... eventually, the district chief will announce it and it will be published in the newspaper, but until then, please don't say anything."

They tied their lips and nodded with their faces facing each other.

The newspaperman was returned to his home, and Kufsienka entered the church of the Western Diocese, together with Priest Wentzus of the Eastern Diocese.Exactly at lunchtime, there is no one in the chapel.

Priest Wenzs headed straight to the back office.

"Ah, here, this way."

From the side, Priest Nouvez called out to them and invited them into the reception room.

In the reception room, there were not only priests from the Western diocese of Nubes and Ferrettum sent from the Cathedral, but also parish superintendents and the director of the State-owned broadcasting division of Listvar.

Priest Nubes closes the door and hands the two of them a small bottle of vegetable juice.

"First of all, I want to share information, and the specific response will be later (later)"

The district director read out an article from the Starlight Newspaper Barbatum Federal Headquarters edition with a tablet device in common language.

The intention was the same as that I had just heard from Priest Wentzus.In addition to the Listvar Autonomous Region, humanitarian assistance will continue to be provided to the refugee camps opened in the Kingdom of Amitostigma.

"The day before yesterday, I downloaded this and related articles.The official announcement of the United Nations was made yesterday by Padre Ferretolum. "

“If we delay communication too much, Priest Chernitas will be worried, so sometimes we go up to Kubulum Street to help pick up firewood and access it from the cabin.”

Well... you're a soldier...

“It's okay, they don't go into the cabin.”

Priest Ferretolum, from a scientific civilization country, smiles at Kufushenka.

... but I might be peeped by magic.

That's not the point now.

The station chief rushes the Ferretolum priest.

"Priests, what did the United Nations say?"

Banksian priest Ferretulum read out a press release from the UN Security Council in clear common language, nodding his tablet.

“That's not all.There are twenty economic powers, and there are no economic sanctions. "

Huh?

The warden and the two local priests seemed to have never heard of it.Everyone's voices overlapped.

Priest Ferreturm reads an article in the Starlight newspaper with a sad face.

“So, what did Nemolaris stop doing with foreign countries?”

“That's ridiculous!”

The voice of Priest Nubes confirms the rage of the section chief.

"Are you saying that factories with headquarters outside the autonomous region will be forced to stop operating because they no longer receive orders?"If you get laid off, you'll run out of welfare budget more than ever.If you can't pay your salary even if you're on temporary leave, it's the same thing.We're finally calming down, but instead of reconstructing, there's going to be a riot! "

The Star Marker is a senior executive, but he's also the head of the administration.Reading ahead, my voice trembles at the strength of my hands.

“Even now, relief supplies are not distributed in sufficient quantities to the Eastern diocese, and basically they are paid for some kind of work, and only provided by the government to those who are not able to work fully.”

Priest Wenzus, who had been entrusted with the management of relief supplies by the government, also clouds his face.

The warden held his head.

“If we can't deliver the goods that we ordered before the sanctions, we may be forced to pay for the default… What should we do now?”

It looks like we're going to have to ask them to increase their donations.

The station chief turned to Priest Ferretolum.

Priest Nubes asks the station chief.

“Do you have any idea what the Temporary Government is doing?”

"If you don't mind what the soldier told you."

Please.

"Since the beginning of this year, we have increased income tax, resident tax, and property tax for the wealthy."

Take it from anywhere?

Priest Nubes nodded convincedly.