It's all one flower.

The round log cabin at the Potion Center was just built next to the volunteer center at the refugee camp. It contains a clear fragrance of wood and a variety of medicinal herbs.

The needle Amiela felt that the outline of her consciousness was clearer than usual, and her spine stretched.

The volunteers of the Patence Temple Congregation break down the familiar face.

"Two liters of sunflower oil!" Thank you! "

Now you can get a lot of wound medicine.

"Student, it will be one-tenth of the cost of the wound medicine and the horns of the deer, is it okay?"

"Huh? Can I get you some medicine?"

Female students at Winter Capital University are amazed.

The temple volunteer explained with a smile.

"For those who have made magic drugs, as a technical fee, I will give you one-tenth of the medicine that they gave me, or the materials collected in the Great Forest, and the full-time teachers have accepted it."

But that's quite a lot of one-tenth, isn't it?

A boy student who still can't make magic pills turned to us while holding a bunch of herbs in the middle of sorting.

Girl students look around the magic medicine center.

The shelves are already full. Bags made of used clothes and garbage bags are packed with medicinal herbs. The scraps of cardboard with the date on each of the bags were stopped with gum tape.

Identify and journalize in the old order, but even if you combine the volunteers trained and the students of the Pharmacy Department, if you only have a single-digit number, you won't be finished in a day.

The sound of rustling is a magic potion material. It seems that if I kill it, it will deteriorate, so I will be dead, but will it be finished before I starve to death?

The materials derived from the beast were said to have been stored in shelves engraved with spells and marks of protection, but I heard that they would be brought back to the dispensing rooms of each clinic.

"Well, I'll take it and donate it as it is." I don't know what I'm here to do if I get 10% of my own magic potion reward. "

A male student who can make only two kinds of magic medicine nods when he sees a female student who can make three kinds of magic medicine.

However, the two volunteers shook their heads and said with a troubled face that remained.

"No, that's a little..."

"Why? If you can't make your own medicine, I'm a little glad, but I can't help it if you make it yourself."

The girl student blocked the volunteer and rolled up in one breath.

The temple volunteers say with a gentle expression.

"There is life on the side of support. You all have studies and part-time jobs, right?"

"Yeah, well..."

Five students nodded with a vague face.

"Identification of medicinal herbs and undergrowth is almost the same as practical training, so it's a study and practice exercise"

"You don't have to go all the way to the forest to see what kind of medicinal herbs grow in the forest."

"The professor said that he would evaluate this report, so it was a study."

Three boys who were still unable to make magic pills spoke up at the desk closest to the entrance.

You are very gentle and ambitious, aren't you?

"I think that's a very fine feeling, and I want you to continue to take care of that feeling."

Does it feel bad?

A boy student with glasses sniffs out signs of denial and makes a disturbing noise.

No, you can't.

It's better to have a higher mind.

”But you're cumming now, aren't you?”

The eyes in the back of the glasses are sharp and irritated.

“The refugee camp teachers are now dedicating all of their lives to medical care.”

“You are a refugee yourself, but you support the lives of your fellow countrymen with your high aspirations.”

The students' eyes stared at the temple volunteers with questions, relief, and certainty.

Members of the Patens Temple Congregation, who have been supporting the camp for more than two years since it opened, said that they had quietly kept a close eye on the students.

"Please stop supporting this teacher with your work completely free of charge."

Huh?

“Why?”

The students were surprised to see the temple volunteers and Amiela.

The black-haired singer Archione restrains herself in a [lightweight] rucksack.

"We appear in charity concerts, upload videos to UA cast, buy various things from the advertising revenue, but we also eat dinner with part of the revenue."

"I'm also a nemoraris refugee, or I was allowed to stay at the house of the supporters of the summer capital, and I brought tents for resting in the fields of the refugee camp, gloves embroidered with defensive magic, and so on."

"I'm going from Lyabina City, Nemoraris Island, to teach the [Wind of Healing], [Path Guardian], and support the curse song, but I'm sharing food with you"

Amiela, the needle, and Soprano singer Oratrix also said that the students had mixed faces among their peers.

A student with glasses turns to the three singers.

"We don't have life problems, so we don't have to worry about rewards."

“The refugee camp teachers told me that they wanted me to pay for my expertise and skills, even if I was a volunteer.”

"If it's completely free of charge, it tends to be irresponsible for both the person giving it and the person receiving it."

The temple volunteers told him, and the boy student with glasses retracted his words.

Amiela recalls the faces of people living in refugee camps.

"It's a heavy burden on my heart to just get it for free. Many people are disappointed that the online sales of cloth belts are no longer available due to economic sanctions and that the store of the bazaar has been refused. Because there is no place to trade equally."

There are surprisingly few people who simply enjoy being lucky enough to get a lot of things for free.

I'm sorry that I'm hooked, that I feel miserable compared to my previous self, or that some people are uncomfortable because they feel that someone else has taken the right to kill me.

Adding Archione and Oratorix, the five amitostigma college students nodded with joy.