It's all one flower.

Boy soldier Morph and his fisherman grandfather explore the shopping district of the capital's East Claver district.

Once every thirty years, my grandfather replenished the magic power of the [Crystal] he had stored in his hat. Thanks to this, Morph was unable to survive the heat, even after a long walk around the shopping streets where the roofs were often broken.

The second wafer fish shop didn't even know about the fisherman's grandfather.

The old man from the fish shop who waits for the arrival of the day nets looks at his grandfather's badge and says:

Well, some fishing boats don't do business with fishmongers.

"Why can't you sell the fish you caught when you're a fisherman?"

When Morph asked, the green-haired fishmonger replied with a slight surprise.

"Huh? You don't know that either?" Deliver it to the Liberation Army and distribute it to the people who live in the makeshift building. People who don't have a job donate so they don't get stuck. "

What do fishermen make?

Morph asked a surprised question.

The fishmonger responds with a smile.

“That's okay. The Liberators will buy it from the fishermen. The Liberation Army receives donations from people who can afford to live and supports the lives of people who can't work.”

"Are you donating too?"

The old man at the fishmonger smiled bitterly as he waved one hand in front of his face.

"I finally ate it." Large business partners have folded up their stores, their people have died, and the number of evacuations and kettles has fallen to less than half, and the number of ordinary customers has fallen significantly. "

Is that so?

"All the shops around here are like that. In the shop where there are craftsmen of the [Yoshikiri] school, they make spells and [infinite bags] and have them bought by the Liberation Army."

The fish shop turned to the fisherman's grandfather.

"If you are a [fishing (sushi)] pelican school, you can find a working mouth when you go to the port." It's going to be a long shrimp factory, so we should do something about how to earn money before we look for ourselves. "

"Thank you for your kindness." I'll go around the shopping district today and go to the port tomorrow. "

I'll pray that the water edge will be connected sooner rather than later.

The fisherman's grandfather repeatedly thanked his family's fish shop and hurried to the third wafer fish shop.

I wonder if this bureau is working here?

"Isn't that what you're doing? Even in the city until now, right?"

I see.

"Why do you care about the bureaucracy?"

The fisherman's grandfather stops in front of the shutter at the former set-top restaurant and listens.

The city of Holma not only provided temporary support and volunteers, but also provided bureaus, right?

“I see. In the first place, many of the temporary houses were built on public land by the government.”

"But the foreign news that my brothers showed me was that the Liberation Army took over in a coup, so the capital is called Moussafe Jotay, and it's a mess. Why is that?"

Morph, the boy soldier, told Razornik that "Moussafe Jotai" was "unable to work in the office".

"That's a difficult question."

The fisherman's grandfather looked up at the sky, leaning against what was the pillar of the roof.

The shadows are short as the day approaches. The dark blue sky gushed out the incoming clouds, and the whiteness of the August sun was painful to my eyes.

"Maybe one of the reasons is that the Retica Interim Government has been approved by a foreign country as the" official government of the Nemorallis Republic ", so if it does not reach the control, it will be collectively treated as anarchy."

"Isn't it the foreign guy who decides?" Even though it's Nemoraris? "

Morph got more and more confused.

You can ask Padolik and Razolnik later.

"Jo..."

Morph swallowed the spoken word at (already).

When I stepped out of the truck this morning, I just got a nail from Razzolnik, telling me never to mention the names of your brother on the radio or your brother on DJ, just to be on the alert.

When Morph nodded silently, his grandfather put the story he had heard in the store earlier in his notebook.

The third wafer fresh fish shop didn't know where Gwangfuku-3 was.

"The Liberation Army buys the fish with the support of the fishermen."

Why? Isn't this the help of a makeshift guy?

Morph asked, and the fishmonger's brother laughed bitterly.

If the Liberation Army buys it from the fishermen and makeshift it from right to left, it will save both of them, right?

Ah, I see.

The fishmonger retracted his laugh and said.

"The fishermen who wholesale at the restaurant have lost their trading partners due to various circumstances." The Liberation Army will prevent the fish from collapsing, so we're helping too. "

"Hmm? Why is your brother at the fishmonger's too?"

"Was it difficult? If we didn't have a place to sell it, we'd have to sell it directly to ordinary customers."

Yeah.

Morph nodded and the fishmonger looked at the fisherman's grandfather and said:

"There are some fishing boats that have been evacuated from other places, so the fish are a little overweight, and the common people have less work and no money." If the cheap competition starts because we want to sell fish before they rot, the price will fall too much and we won't be able to live either. "

That's right.

When the fisherman's grandfather nodded with a bitter face, the fishmonger nodded and turned his gaze back to Morph.

“The Liberation is collecting donations, buying fish, stabilizing prices, and we're helping.”

"Awesome...! So, what about vegetables?"

"I'm a fishmonger, so I don't know about vegetables, but agriculture can't do without fields and land, right?"

Hmm? Yeah.

Even if people come in, the supply won't suddenly increase.

“Thank you very much, I'm sorry to disturb you so long.”

Morph was pulled back by the fisherman's grandfather, leaving the third fishmonger behind.

"Gwangfuku No. 3 of the Zernor Fishing Association? Yeah, I had a deal until around spring last year."

The aunt at the fourth wafer fresh fish shop replied casually, stopping her hands at the cashier's counter.

"Mi, I'm on board!" Don't you know where you went? ”

The fisherman's grandfather, Abiece, heard him calling out in a shivering voice.