It's all one flower.

Pina and her sister carry bread in a vine crate. Behind them, Pina's brother walked with a deep pot of soup, and Morph followed with a cage full of foil grilled fish.

The village gathering hall is about halfway to the gymnasium, with folding desks and chairs arranged opposite each other. A green-haired villager goes around the desk and puts down a soup dish.

“Um, where should we sit?”

When Pina's brother asked, the aunt who handled the catering looked around the meeting place and caught the young man.

"Desk, another one." Leave it by the wall. So, oniisan, can you put the pots there, take them with you one at a time, and sit down with two roses on each desk? "

“Yes, thank you.”

Amanah's dad brought the dishes to the new desk where Morphs had lined up their things. Pina's brother explained, looking around the room with a strange look on his face, but nodded without asking any particular questions.

"... is that so?"

The local people's seats were filled with food brought from each house, and about half of the seats were filled from those who had finished preparing. It didn't seem like it was enough for all the villagers.

My old man and auntie are about half of them. There were a few young men. The elderly had only three village chiefs, and there was not a single child at school.

...... If this was the case, it wouldn't be a problem if the pharmacists (giggle) were together.

Morph tilted his neck, but wondered if the three of them could ask which house they were invited to and summon them, and took a foil grill of fish without saying anything.

The ladies on the radio bring us a bunch of mugs and spoons for everyone.

Pina's brother repeated the same explanation, placing the soup on the plate and giving it to her.

"Yes, yes, this way, this way."

I was pulled back by my aunt, and Morph was taken to the same table as his brother in DJ.

Radio grandpa and Amana's dad are in the same seat as the village chief and the Nemus Liberation Army.

"I'm sorry I can only entertain you with tea."

Nee-chan from the village pours hot tea into a mug and sits across from Morphs. A Nemus Liberation Army coat of arms sits on the shoulder. I saw her face, but she wasn't likely to take part in the fight. Age looks as good as DJ's brother.

... well, it's the people of the lake, and the witch is the witch.

When everyone arrived at their seats, the village chief began to greet them with a firm greeting.

The young man also listens quietly in front of the noon table. The children are the only Morphs. When I looked closely, all the young men had the Liberation Army's coat of arms on their left shoulder.

As soon as the conversation was over, the young people in the village were overjoyed to put their hands on me. This guy is always the same as this table, and his face is not likely to kill him.

Morph couldn't dare to open the foil. The oil of the oozing fish accumulates in the bottom and fluctuates. I wiped myself gently with a fork so as not to spill it.

After eating about half of it, Nee-chan made me some tea.

Is that fish a replacement?

"Huh? No, my fisherman grandfather helped me with the gnocchi."

I was invited to your house a while ago, but I'm not here.

According to DJ's brother, the local Nei-chan tilted her neck.

"Is there a fisherman on the station? Why?"

"There's a lot of things going on, and a lot of people are working together to create the show."

"What kind of things? For example?"

"I can't just eat the advertising revenue from the broadcast, but thanks to the fisherman, there's a side to it."

"Heehee... then, what about this girl?"

When Nei-chan asked, the locals who ate at the same table saw Morphs at once.

"I can't live by just broadcasting, I also sell goods, but he is the person in charge of the vine work."

Is this child training in the [crocheting] school?

I'm a powerless people.

Morph can barely repent. I looked at the soup dish and ran away from the green eyes.

“I've been asked to knit harvesting baskets for the Lacus Neigna family's fields, to teach refugee camps how to make hats, and I'm an adult-looking pro.”

When DJ's brother told him to execute, the voice of the local people turned into one of sympathy.

You're still struggling to be this small, aren't you?

"If only there was no war."

"Now I go to school and play with my friends."

"It's also very useful for posters scheduled for broadcast, collecting information, singing songs in production, and role-playing national health gymnastics."

DJ's brother tried to change the air with a bright voice, but the green-haired villagers got darker and darker.

Such a small child, do I have to use such a creampie?

"I know it's tough, but..."

"It's all because of the war." It's not Mr. Joelch's fault. "

How are you studying?

I got a whole set of textbooks at the second-hand bookstore, so I took turns teaching them.

The villagers' eyes gathered on Morph, but they chewed their bread and misled their reply.

DJ's brother changes the subject with a question.

You guys are also struggling with fuel shortages, aren't you?

"I make my own meal, so I don't have any trouble eating it."

It's a little tricky to go and sell to Clavelle.

"I can only hold it in a bag."

"It's just a [lightweight] bag."

"It's not like you can get batteries or fuel when you go."

I don't want to go anymore. I think it'll be about six months.

"You haven't listened to the radio for a long time, have you?"

I can't get a newspaper, so I have no idea what's going on in the war.

The villagers were all blurred out here.

DJ's brother nods while eating soup.

Would you like to exchange the batteries you received for a replacement for a spinach or some vegetables that last for a long time?

Huh? Is that okay?

I hope it's the right shape.

Morph keeps his mouth shut about the exchange between DJ's brother and the villagers, and silently proceeds to eat the foil grilled fish.

Even in the northern part of Nemoralis Island, industrial products such as batteries did not circulate to rural areas before the economic sanctions.

It seems to be the same here at the end of the eyes and nose of the capital Clavelle.

When I got off the truck, there was no school building and no child. Today is a weekday. I think there is a small and medium school in a larger village like the formerly directly administered territory.

Adults hungry for information kept asking questions of mobile broadcasters at tables everywhere.