It's all one flower.

There's still more than an hour before the clinic starts, but in front of the 18th clinic in the refugee camp, there's a long line of snakes.

The queue waiting for the start was shorter than in the first period of the Amitostigma Kingdom Joint Governmental and Academic Investigation Team.

In the second phase of the survey, Galciza Pharmaceutical Co., Ltd. tripled the number of survey team guards. At exactly the same time, the magic medicine center began operating next to the volunteer center.

A pharmaceutical company that is separate from the companies participating in the survey will send personnel and security guards a few days a week. On the other days, volunteers were working, and the government forces of the Republic of Nemorallis dispatched guards as guards.

When the dispatch of the demonic garrison began, I heard a frustration from the queue saying, "If I could do this, I would have sent out a soldier sooner."

The forest was reclaimed and a round log cabin was built, but felling and carpentry often resulted in fatalities. In addition, many refugees were predated by beasts and wild animals and disappeared.

The refugee camp was recognized as a feeding ground by beasts and wild animals, and until today, more than two years after it was opened, it continued to cause numerous deaths and injuries.

Casualties are reduced in proportion to the increased number of exterminators. Thanks to the elimination of the process of identifying and sorting materials and processing them, it became easier for pharmacists operating in refugee camps to proceed with the production of magic drugs after examinations.

With medication, some patients in the internal medicine system will be fully cured. Surgery also increases the life-saving rate and reduces the length of hospital stay.

Nevertheless, there were few medical personnel in relation to the number of residents, and there was a bias in the medical subjects, and there was no change to the lack of manpower at all.

Curse Doctor Septentriou slipped through the queue and slid himself into the clinic with the door slender open.

Even before the outpatient consultation time, the inpatient's breakfast and medication are rushing, but the air is heavier than usual this morning.

The inpatient woke up in a bunk bed and looked in the same direction, and no one put their hands on the food.

Septentrio, the curse surgeon, prayed in silence as someone's sobbing voice perceived the situation.

The voice of an older man tends to be heard in the back of the hospital bed.

It's time to get started, but are you ready?

"Oh, please...... Shima......"

The voice that somehow squeezed out during the sobbing stabbed the listener's chest.

Since it does not open the door to other worlds, it cannot be planted for 24 hours like a scientific civilization country.

"Kusayuki no Ujio no Hidami no Hida no Hida no Hida no Hida no Hida no Hida no Hida no Hida

The door of the journey to the retreat is opened.

The waters of the living, and as long as this is the case, the shores of the floating world will be separated.

The butterfly's white wings that lead to the end of the road

Five hundred covenants of firefighting fruits and dream birds on the branches of the road

"To the limited journey that everyone is bound to meet."

The funeralist's singing sends the souls of the dead lost.

A man from the surviving family cried out, and the inpatients also waived approval.

"The body of the depressed, the body of the dead, the soul of the dead."

lying in the void of a soul that does not travel to the realm of the unseen

[]/(exp, v5r) to lie down in the world/to lie down/to lie down/to lie down/to lie down/to lie down/to lie down/to lie down/to lie down

Let the power of fire burn, and let it be ash. "

The next spell was heard repeatedly by the funeralist Agoni at the base of the Zerneau city and militant guerrillas. Only the body and the last clothes can be turned into ashes.

I was throbbing, and I heard rumbling sounds from all over the hospital bed.

At the wall furthest from the collision separating the examination room and the hospital bed, [manipulated water] is chanted, and the water containing the ashes dances through the air. The ash settled in the labeled glass bottle. A hand with a tightly closed lid holds a bottle of ashes and urges the bereaved family to walk.

A middle-aged man wet his face with tears grabbed the curse doctor Septentrio.

You! Yesterday!

Calm down, calm down, okay?

A congregation volunteer holds a crying man's shoulder and strokes his arm.

"If you had come yesterday, my daughter-in-law wouldn't have died that way!"

A middle-aged man grabs the breast coat and violently shakes the curse doctor Septentrio.

In the Old Kingdom, knights stood on the sidelines of those who criticized the delay in rescuing them.

After the transition to the republican system, security guards and clerks were used as shields in private and public hospitals.

They quickly removed the grieving and senseless survivors from the scene, the treatment room, etc., and relocated them to calm them down.

Now, whatever Septentriou says, it's oil on the fire.

Neither Septentrio nor anyone else is responsible for the order and alignment of circulating medical treatment. (Strong) If I may say so, the coalition of the Army of the Republic of Nemorallis and the coalition party that brought about this situation is in the war-torn Republic of Artel.

No matter how much you blame the man in front of you, the dead will not rise.

Even the person crying can understand with his head, but he can't stop the pain and lamentation, the fierceness of regret, and the irrational anger of hitting someone.

The funeralist turns back in front of the door and touches the back of the man's hand.

Son, you're waiting for me in your room, right?

Mom's getting so tough, and I'm going to give you a blowjob.

I know how you feel.

When the time came, the resident Musketeer Seljunto grabbed the man's wrist who was grabbing Septentrio's chest. A quiet voice was intimidated by the presence of a magical warrior, and a man let go without saying a word.

Your son didn't see his mother die, did he?

"Well, even though I'm only four years old, ah, that's... a messy mama, you can show me."

The man shuddered and, in response to the stationed musketeer, he spilled his tears again and was struck by the drooping neck.

"You've taken on your son's suffering and grief." To protect your son's heart and memory, you have made a good decision as a father. Now, let's continue the mourning over there. "

When the resident Musketeer held the man's shoulder, he began to leisurely walk.

Farkill, who came to take a picture of the medical record, called out from the side of the door.

"Oh, um, ma'am, did you appear in the video with a song or an instrument? Medley for the Holidays of the Gods"

Mu, mu, my son and I are going to ring the bell.

The man forcibly suppressed his sobbing and barely replied.

“Okay, I'm going to pull that part out of the pre-edit video, and I'm going to take a picture and print it out.”

"Ho, that's true."

“Yes, just in case, could you tell me the color of your wife's hair and eyes, her age and the number of the shed?”

Farquill took notes on his tablet device of the information he had received from the bereaved family.

“We'll deliver it to the cabin when it's ready for printing. As early as three days? Maybe it'll take longer, but I'll definitely give it to you."

"Ah, thank you...! Thank you!"

The man held Farkill's hand and repeated his words of thanks over and over.

The resident Musketeer urged him to leave the clinic.

When the bereaved family, the funeral home, and the resident musketeer disappeared, the air in the clinic relaxed.

Many of those burnt out by the air raid were unable to take out any pictures of their memories.

Those who arrived at the refugee camp after reissuing their citizenship and driver's license have a photo of it, but it's not their usual appearance, it's an expressionless front face.

"Um, my brother was also tapping the empty can of the video, but is the photo okay?"

It's fine.

A voice came from the hospital bed, and Firkil and the nurse moved to the other side.