It's all one flower.

After lunch, the Yakushi (giggle) Awellana divided into three and two, and took a heavy leg to the Asahikodori Shrine.

The Asahi Shrine Congregation uses one of the meeting rooms of the assembly hall on its premises as its administrative office.

As expected by Padre Rik, the clerk of the Eastern Branch of the Clavelle Fishing Association contacted the Congregation.

The three men and women of the congregation who were waiting for them were all the people of the lake with their green hair and white things prominently. The long desks for meetings are only fitted with books that are bound with a string.

"I'm afraid I can't show it to someone else who is red on the boulder, so could you show me some ID?"

As told by an elderly male believer, the three issued a Zerneau citizenship card from their pockets. All three of them had their addresses destroyed by the airstrike and could not return due to the access restrictions, so the address is indeterminate.

“I'm someone else, as you can see, but they're neighbors and they're evacuating together.”

The blonde Padre Rik said, and the three members of the congregation sitting side by side at the long desk for the meeting saw their brother Aviase.

“When I was in peace, I was on a business trip and I came to Cleveland many times, so I asked for directions.”

Is that so?

There is no magic tool in the secretariat of the Congregation that can confirm the authenticity of [Mikami Kashi Mirror]. Citizenship certificates only had the name and photo of the individual holder, and did not serve as proof of family ties.

The three members of the congregation quickly exchanged gazes and pulled their jaws slightly.

"You've been searching for your farewell family for two years?" I hope these people are. "

A good lady opened the relevant part of the roster with a 30-centimeter ruler and turned to her brother Aviase.

Guangfu No. 3 Zerneau Fishing Association

Captain Herodius.

Deck crew nauta

Auxiliary Iris

There is a name for the temporary housing in the current address field.

The registration date for the Asahi Shrine Congregation was last April.

"Captain... Herodius"

"Where's Pruvia's sister-in-law, Arndelle, and Uncle Fator?"

Were you able to move in temporarily?

Brother Abiase and Awelana, accompanying Padre Rik, spoke at the same time.

A congregation woman dazzles her face with sympathy.

The wide page seems to be up-to-date, with only the cousin's family name at the top, and the other empty lines.

"Ah... well, could you show me the previous page?"

I'll write down the captain first, so there are only three of us in Kwangfuku-3.

Awelana asked, and the old man lowered his eyebrows and replied.

The other man looks around at the three visitors and says:

"This is the crew list of a fishing boat that will donate fish to a makeshift dwelling."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

If you're doing other activities or work on land, you're not listed.

My brother Aviase listens in a daze, and Padre Rick keeps it in his notebook.

The pharmacist (* giggle) Awellana worked her head desperately and twisted her question.

“My nephews, Arndo and Uncle Fatool, were always on the same boat, working with five people, including my brother. The Kwangfuku-3 is a magic ship. The three cousins are not powerful enough to move."

"Oh, that's fine." The other volunteers are on board. "

"Huh...?"

The brothers and sisters lost their words in an unexpected story.

Padorik asks a question.

"Are there people on the crew who are not on the crew roster?" In the unlikely event something happens,

"Of course... the actual crew roster on the day of operation is made up separately every time." This is a list of volunteer fishing boats registered with the Congregation. "

“Several local fishing boats were sunk during the Star Marker terrorist attack. Fishermen who have not yet rebuilt their ships or given up have also volunteered.”

Two men from the congregation explain.

Food support volunteers for temporary housing residents shall operate only in the waters designated by the Fisheries Association.

Of course (of course), because there are other jobs, not all fishing boats are able to operate charity every day. In addition, in order to protect fishery resources, it is also necessary to adjust the catches so that they are not exhausted.

Team up with fishing boats on the roster, set the day of departure for each month, and turn duty. A group of three ships helped each other to operate. It is closed every Wednesday and in bad weather.

Fishing volunteers are not only local fishermen who lost their fishing boats, but also fishermen who lost everything in an air raid and escaped on their own when they couldn't return to their native harbor.

“If you're a fisherman living in a makeshift dwelling, we and other charities visit your home regularly. Tomorrow, it's Wednesday, so if you don't mind, would you like to join us?"

The Lady of the Congregation turns to her brothers and sisters with care.

Awelana's fingertips were white and cold. I could see the blood coming out of my face without even looking in the mirror.

"Temporary? What about reissuing the ledger? How much did you save to get into a rental?"

Doubts spill out of Awelana's mouth. Brother Abiase clenched his fist on his lap and didn't say a word.

A man of the congregation says:

“I don't know about assets, but Herodius and his family of three live in a single room.”

How did you get into the makeshift building?

He said he was sleeping on a boat moored in the harbor.

Don't you know where only three people went in the temporary establishment, my sister-in-laws?

Awelana's voice shudders as she asks questions.

“All we know is that if you're a temporary tenant, if you're a fishery volunteer, if you've contracted your own space, or if you're staying with someone from another organization, you don't know.”

The Lady of the Congregation closes the list with her eyes down.

Awelana took three poison strips out of her bag and placed them on the meeting desk.

"It is the poisoning of flaming jellyfish. My cousins are taking care of me, so please let the fishermen take care of me."

"What? Are you sure?" Even though all the medicines are getting very expensive right now. "

An old man rounds his eyes.

Yakushi Awelana showed the [Thinking Owl] school emblem shining in her chest.

“I made it. I could only buy a few ingredients, so that's it."

"No, no, no!"

"I think the fishermen will be very helpful."

Um, can you guide me to the temporary housing where my cousin is tomorrow?

Of course (of course).

May the edges of the water connect.

Tomorrow morning, I decided on a time to gather at the Asahiguchi Shrine and dragged my heavy legs back to the truck.