It's all one flower.

And the needles of Amiela delivered up a tent of sunshine made of curtains, one by one, in the twenty-third, twenty-fourth, and thirty compartments.

This time, the frame was not diverted from a used tent, but was assembled by fitting a metal pipe with articulating fittings.

"I think I can't make a new one for the time being because I ran out of donation curtains."

Okay, okay, okay.

It's going to get cooler from now on.

"There's a lot of vines and hats and they're all over the place."

The refugees, who had interrupted their work in the field and built their tents, wiped their sweat off with a towel wrapped around their necks and smiled at Amiela, the needle.

In cold weather, there is no better place to rest against the wind.

Each temple in the Amitostigma Kingdom solicited donations of used curtains, but the magic curtains were sturdy and not bought frequently, and the response was weak.

The Fluxinus Order is currently negotiating with the Lodging Industry Association of the Kingdom of Lacrimaris to provide old sheets. The magic threads that embroidered the spells and marks would be expensive, but it would be nice if only the cost of the cloth could float.

In the clinic in the twenty-eighth section, there was a roving [White One Wing] school curse doctor. Leave the treatment of the disease to the roving magician, and the pharmacist (giggle) Liana will focus on the treatment of the wounded.

"I brought you sunflower oil and medicine wrappers."

When the soprano singer Oratorix called out, the pharmacist Riana's face glowed.

"I'll use the oil now."

I put the medicine wrapper on the desk and handed the 2-liter bottle with the lid off.

Riana pulls a garbage bag full of medicinal herbs from under her desk and casts a spell. The oil drifting in the air was successively filled with medicinal herbs, and the magic ointment that was spiritually bonded was transferred to a freshly emptied container.

From the edge of the product, the nurses apply it to the patient.

I ran out of two liters in no time.

Archione, the black-haired singer, says she's sorry for picking up the empty bottle.

“I wish I could have bought more, but I'm sorry that I recently lost access to videos.”

“No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

I left the clinic early and jumped to the twenty-ninth compartment so as not to get in the way.

At the twenty-ninth clinic, I was told by the curse doctor of the [flying owl] school, Pouf, and sent to the dispensing room in the back.

"Ah, it's been a long time. I'm doing my best to help you today, that's great."

Archione smiles at the two boys with similar faces.

A boy from junior high school dyed his cheeks and asked.

Did you bring me the medicine again?

"Today it's just sunflower oil and medicine wrapping paper, and I can't help you because I can't [guard the road] in other compartments. I'm sorry."

"No, no, no, it would be helpful if you brought the oil." I'm too busy to make medicine today, but I'll give it to you later. "

"Hmm? Pouf, the curse doctor (mediator) is a man, isn't he?"

When the oratorix asked the older one, the two boys nodded at the same time.

Elementary school students of high school say it quickly.

"The nurse's daughter." After being taught by the curse doctor, I was able to make only wound medicine, but since I was busy making the patient's rice, I could only make a little, but we were able to distinguish between only three kinds without making a mistake, and since a lot of donations of tools came in and it was easier to make a scratch, I had more medicine than before. "

"Yes, you're doing well. That's great."

The oratorix smiles.

Those who do not teach the names of others on their own are children who are well-trained as residents outside the autonomous region.

... more and more people can make magic pills in this sector.

Amiela, the needle, pulls the notebook out of her pocket and writes it down.

Boys in 18th arrondissement junior high school create cough suppressants

Male cough medicine of the people of Sector 27 Lake, grandmother of the people of Land created cough medicine

The daughter of the 28th section nurse creates a wound medicine

"You can now properly distinguish between three types of medicinal herbs." It's still small, but it's amazing. "

Amiela praised the two boys. Even when I was at a mobile dealership, my bakery sisters and Cruillo's sister were about their age. If it hadn't been for the war, such a child would never have taken part in the task of saving people's lives professionally.

"It's only the herbs of wound medicine that can be identified, the cotton bugs that stick to it, and the local insects that are hot and cool."

"There are many local insects, so the different people are letting them escape to the forest."

The junior high school student was humble, but the elementary school student stretched his chest with pride.

Archione gives a genuinely surprised voice.

Huh? Is there any kind of thing like that?

"Yeah, it's just a little different shapes and patterns and the whole color." One by one, I grew it in a large plastic bottle with the soil from the forest, and it turned into another bug. ”

"Huh. What kind of bug have you become?"

The elementary school student said, his eyes shining more and more.

“A lot of guys, I didn't do it this year, but I grew it up last year and wrote it in my notebook.”

Can you show me that notebook?

The elementary school student told Archione to go to the room with joy and courage.

A junior high school student is terrified of a beautiful girl with dark hair.

"Do you like bugs...?"

"Never mind. I was just wondering what it was like." It could be of some use. "

"Heee..."

The boy nodded in disgruntled form.

"Huh? Did you draw this?" You're not so good at this. "

Archione, who was shown her notebook, praised the elementary school students.

Amiela, who peeked from the side, was also surprised.

”Wow... you're better than me”

It is only a pencil, red and blue ballpoint pen, but I can grab the shape characteristics and see what kind of insect it is. The color without the picture material was marked with an arrow, and this color was noted here.

The oratorix praises the boy and then hears about it.

I want others to see it, so can I keep it for a while?

Fine, but when can I get it back?

The elementary school student listens with great attention.

Tomorrow, I'm going to ask the leaders of the Asakor Party to deposit it and return it to me, okay?

Yes! That's fine.

A junior high school student asks the oratorix.

Is it okay to give it back right away?

"I'll take a copy, so you can return it right away."

"Is that so?" I won't use it separately now, so it's fine if you take it slowly. "

The three thanked the boys and headed for the section where the cursed songs renewed the barrier.