It's all one flower.

... did I say something terrible?

Yakushi Awelana pushed the emblem of the [Thinking Owl] school into the collar and left the dispensing room of the 18th clinic.

Pass the magic medicine transferred to the cash register to the full-time pharmacist.

"Concentrate! This will help!"

Open it immediately and use it on the wounded.

A woman from the Patence Temple Congregation pulled Awelana's hand.

Well then, please excuse me for not interrupting you.

I jumped to the twenty-seventh block, the third destination.

A congregation woman walks to the clinic and says:

"She was originally in Compartment 11, but she was mistreated by her real parents and taken back by the clinic as a pharmacist (* giggle *) apprentice."

"Ehh..."

The pharmacist Awelana and the song princess Archione unexpectedly stopped. Encouraged by the congregation's women, they start walking again.

"I asked herself and her parents to lie down for a real reason, and the pharmacist told me that she wanted a strong disciple of the people because she was short-staffed."

Only that boy in my family is powerful.

Only parents and boys survived the airstrikes and escaped to the refugee camps. Other brothers have died and relatives say they are missing.

The parents treated the boy as a convenient tool that could be used for free, and took on various tasks, and threw the whole thing at his son.

The great teacher of the wizard is a powerless people, unlike me with half-vision, you can do anything with magic

"How much do you think the magic school cost?" Please be helpful and filial, right? "

Although they did not use violence such as beatings and kicking, they were famous among volunteers for their unwanted rumors, exploitation of labour and rewards based on their parents' own complexes from the time of their arrival in the refugee camps.

The inhabitants of the same cabin have embarrassed their parents many times, but neither of them hears.

"Neither I nor you are a powerless people." I can only count what I can do without electricity, gas and water. If you can't do it, if you try your best and get injured, don't you think it will cause trouble for everyone? "

"I still don't know if my child is a permanent race or a long-lived race, but I don't know if our lives will run out first." No one else would have been saved, and after we died, I trained her to survive alone. "

"Would you mind saying something spoiling and staying out of my way?" Please don't interfere with our educational policy. "

"We need to make sure that we don't use our magic power for bad things." This is the least we need to do, even if we are a powerless people. "

If you listen only to your parents, you're going to get the illusion that you're doing something legitimate.

But the real action is the exploitation of labor and rewards.

In addition to the duty assigned to the wizard of each round log hut, the boy was pressed each time with the duty assigned to the parents of the powerless people, such as drawing water, cleaning the room, collecting firewood and dividing firewood.

Not only that, carpentry work, agricultural work, patrols of vigilantes, etc., can also be done by people without strength, but if you get a job with high rewards due to the risk of fatigue, you throw a round at the boy.

All food for the boy's reward is taken by his parents, and the boy himself is given only the minimum ration of preserved food.

When the boy was on duty to pump up the well water with [manipulation water], the neighbors shared the preserved food as a thank you, but their parents also took it up.

Those in the same hut try to feed the boy without telling his parents. However, the boy didn't take anything stubbornly, saying, "If I found out, I'd be mad at you for imitating a beggar."

In fact, there are not one or two people who have witnessed their parents showering the boy with rumors in polite terms since they started living in a refugee camp.

"It's thick. Magic power is born free of charge." I don't recall raising free food for such a shallow child below the level of a beggar. Aren't you embarrassed as a person? "

"Even if you cheat greedily, it's not so sweet in the world." If you buy grudges, think about what kind of newspaper you'll get later. Even though everyone is the same person, just having magic power to get more than everyone else, as a human, I can't help but be as bad as the lowest. "

When the vigilante patrols and dispatches to take down deer and pigs, yakiniku and other meats are served apart from the usual rewards. It went into the boy's mouth.

In consultation with the residents of the same hut, the vigilantes began to feed the boys as much meat as possible. But not every time I get caught.

Moreover, the boy's stomach seemed to shrink and his food was thin because he was not usually fed much. I can't force my stomach without accepting it.

The vigilantes in Sector Eleven had no choice but to watch with itchy teeth.

“We and the leaders of the Assacor Party have been consulted by the residents.”

A woman from the Patence Temple Congregation looks at her from a distance.

As a result of discussions between the Congregation and the exiled councillors, it was decided to separate them from their parents, and they brought the story to the full-time pharmacist at the 18th clinic (Kusushi).

He lost everything in the air raid and escaped to the refugee camp on his own.

It seemed impossible to believe the existence of a parent who would do such a thing to my child who survived in the corner, but he agreed to take the boy.

The boy still couldn't use Jump magic. I asked someone to do a lot of simple errands so that I wouldn't go back to the eleventh compartment where my parents lived, and I didn't give them time to leave.

Huh? Then, shouldn't you have helped me?

Archione turned around for a moment and bowed (nodded) in disgust.

The congregation woman responds with a smile.

“No, as Archione said, you'll have time to study today.... thank you for telling me so much."

No, no, it's all fragmented, I don't know without the basics, and it's only a little bit useful right away.

Awellana, the pharmacist (giggle), was thanked and ate.

“Maybe she was raised as a tool by her family from a peaceful age.”

Awelana's stomach ached when she remembered half a century of civil unrest when neighbors almost cut off her fingers.

Archione asked strangely.

"Why do you think that?"

”Labor (leek) No, I refuse even compliments and a voice of gratitude”

Huh? That's why it's free to say thank you.

“It's a shallow, ugly, greedy act to ask for rewards for work that has to be useful, done well to others, so don't ask for anything from anyone, it's a sin to receive.”

They lost much of their words and went silently into the twenty-seventh clinic.