It's all one flower.

The mobile station Praetor Misa was dropped off by a large number of citizens and left the western gate of the city of Derevina.

Boy soldier Morph burns the scenery in front of him in the passenger seat of the truck.

The black asphalt driveway runs all the way down. On the sidewalk, there are a lot of people with curtains that say thank you. When I look closely, strings and fasteners hang everywhere. Looks like old sheets.

Medvedge's old man runs the truck, looking only at the front.

... I can't see the pina on the luggage carrier.

The voice of the farewell also reaches the luggage carrier, but I can't see the remnant's face or the cross curtain of the steeple that was written with a pen.

If you were Kruilo or Razornik, who had a tablet device instead of Morph, you would have taken a video and shown it to everyone later.

I am not convinced that I have decided on a seat by drawing a lottery ticket, but I am still not satisfied.

So at least burn this sight into your eyes.

Green-haired citizens continue to wave under the sunlight with no sweat at all. Because the magic of clothes protects you from the heat.

Many children wave in parallel to the truck. As Morph waved his hand back, the children shook their faces and waved their hands.

I was told that the meadow by the road was a clearing for Jump . Summer grasses of the same color as the heads of the citizens of Derevina fluttered westward at once. The children stopped at the same time as the bowing of the grass.

Medvedge doesn't stop the truck.

The meadow turned into a field, and soon the parting was over.

... well, I've lived here all my life.

The city is full of lake dwellers, except for those who can't help but live in makeshift houses that were burned down by air raids. It is not an easy place to live for people on land without power.

Gas is propane, and cylinders are only temporary houses.

The tap water doesn't go around much, and it's a lot of [water manipulation] magic to pump well water.

Of course (of course), electricity was only generated by some hospitals, factories, and companies.

In Holma City, Nautilus, a domestic evacuee, ran for the city council and was elected in search of the operation of the bus route.

Morph didn't know what was going on at the time, but he finally came to understand how many similar "local people are only the people of the lake".

The vegetable field turned into a wheat field after harvesting, and soon became a pasture.

Black and white cows eat grass in the sun. There were large trees all over the ranch, and some cows relaxed in the shade.

Remembering the bull of fire, he trembles.

To the north of the meadow where the oxen were tending was a forest, and to the north of it was a vague view of the Oughali mountains.

Looking south, the roof of the house dotted across the pasture. Across the gentle hills, Lake Lacus is dazzled by the August sunlight.

There, people live there.

"That's right, there's a field and something." There are about 100 people living here, right? "

Medvede's old man responded with a forward look.

“You're not going? That village?"

The tiny house fell out of sight in no time.

“Right around the corner, people came to town on business, listened to the radio and told me the story.”

Listen to me, man. What do we do?

"I heard it from the guy who listened to it." We need to save more fuel than that. "

Morph, the boy soldier, knows that.

Even so, because of the war, fuel imports were delayed, but because of economic sanctions, they stopped coming in the ordinary way.

Even a wizard can carry a limited amount of luggage at once.

The [Infinite Bag] in the Nemoraris territory went up in price. Moreover, raw vegetables, raw eggs, and live livestock cannot be put in. Every farmer and haulier has a headache over fuel delivery.

The Fraxinus Order went through a messy detour in the territory of Lacrimalis, and dispensed fuel to the temple in the territory of Nemoraris, sneaking the fuel to the worshippers, but that was not enough.

Medvage's old man passed through two villages and finally stopped in the third village, which arrived before noon.

Radio grandpa Joel Chi stepped out of FM Crevelle's wagon.

“Hi, I'm Praetor Misza, the mobile broadcaster. I'm going to Clavelle after the broadcast on Derevina, but may I have a moment to rest here?”

"Huh? That voice?"

Could it be, Mr. Joelch?

In no time, the radio chick is surrounded, and you can see the green wall. Many voices overlapped and I couldn't understand what to talk about.

People retreat into the village and invite Medvedge's old man and DJ leaf to drive.

The green-haired villagers were disappointed when they parked their trucks and wagons in the village square and everyone got off.

It seems better to have lunch instead of dinner.

Just the three of you, please.

"Um......"

The local old man tells me that the grandfather of the pharmacist (kusushi), the grandfather of the fisherman, and the grandfather of the funeralist face each other.

“I'd like to tell you a little bit about your trip.”

"Don't hesitate to ask us, go ahead."

The three people with the same hair colour as the villagers nodded after being told by the radio grandfather.

An old man with a lot of gray hair pokes a cane and goes out in front of the human fence.

On the shoulder of the young man who supported his grandfather was the bracelet of the Nemus Liberation Army.

"It's the village chief. Everyone else, please go to the village meeting place." I think you can go slower than in your car. ”

"Thank you for your consideration." Are you sure you don't mind? "

“Go ahead, I'd appreciate it if we could talk slowly.”

As the village chief lovingly said, the Liberation Army guy also laughed.

"Unfortunately, I only have green and blue bread, so I'd like you to prepare a meal for me."

"Don't worry about that." I'll bring it with me. "

Pina and her brothers started cooking on the truck bed, and the three green-haired men followed them to the house they had been invited to.