It's all one flower.

From the gap in the tongue, black smoke came in.

"What is this?

"A fire?

Amiela and her father interrupted dinner and went outside.

If the neighborhood fire doesn't evacuate quickly, the neighborhood is dense and will be burned down in no time.

There was smoke outside, and the inhabitants who came out were coughing, looking for the source of the fire.

"Over there!

I heard someone scream.

Not knowing which way that was, Amiella covered her mouth (crease) with sleeves (so on) and looked around. Black smoke is rising on the north side.

The wind changed direction and the smoke cleared.

The fire is quite far away, but the smoke is like a wall on the north side of the Listwar Autonomous Region. You were relieved by the distance, people pulled right into the house.

"Isn't it weird that there's a wizard and it's such a big fire?

"I don't know? I have no idea what a wizard does. Let's make it better."

My father didn't address my daughter's questions and just walked into the house.

No matter how much smoke you look at, things don't change. Amiela gave up, too, and went back to the Tongue Hut.

The houses in the eastern part of the Ristover Autonomous Region are all excavated huts made by collecting tongue and waste materials.

There are no road-like paths, and in some places several barracks will bring you shoulder to shoulder. If one of the houses in between collapsed, it was common for them to lose support and also collapse around them.

If it rains, it leaks from the ceiling and floods right on the floor as well.

No furniture-like furniture either.

Of course (of course), there is no exorcism, there are gaps, so bugs and miscellaneous demons can come in all you want.

As long as there are no objects, easy to clean, and even clean, at least only cluttered demons can be prevented to some extent.

Cleaning the house is also in the teachings of Saint Kirkulus. The house of the devout faithful was poor but small. So is Amiella's house.

For dinner this evening, the bread my father had received at the factory and the apple Amiella had received from the tailor's manager.

"Amiella's employer has a good wingspan."

"I'm not. The customer gave me this because it gave me a hem."

"Heh. There's a great deal of you."

Fresh fruit is rare around here, and it was expensive.

"Customers do. But the store guy just gave me a replacement because the yarn went up in price and I had to lower my salary starting this month"

My father dropped his shoulder in the pale words of his daughter.

"Well, but that's just how it makes me look sincere, there's something about it."

"Right."

Amiella lacks expression for her daughters of her age.

If true, this blonde would shine in the light of day, but dirty and dull with dirt and sebum, her tired and feisty face showed her older than her actual age.

Because it is a tailor's needle, the clothes are the most decent around here, but my daughters of the same age whispered in the shadows, "I don't want to have that clothing in my clothes."

I've never been stripped before because I get extra cloth and hand out ribbons, handkerchiefs, scarves and other small items.

Sometimes, my daughters' parents thank me for sharing their food.

It was an indispensable sacrifice to live in this town not to have too many things and to spare no effort to share what was fortunately obtained.

"Hey, Dad. I'm off tomorrow, and why don't you go out for a little while?

"To where?

"To seed, to the mountains"

"You're in danger. Let's make it a sheeney green space to the west."

My father noticed that my daughter dreamed of an apple growing up and her eyes were sparkling like a child rarely. It's a colorless reason for my nineteen-year-old daughter, but my father was still happy.

"I was wondering if someone would pull me out?

"If it turns out to be fruitful, someone might take care of it instead."

The western part of the Ristover Autonomous Region is a gentle uphill area. On the hillside, a public estate like a matchbox was erected, like a world apart from the coastal lower town where the Amielas lived.

Between the estate and the Barack Zone, there is a strip of sheeney green space.

It's a common field for everyone in the Autonomous Communities.

If you plant leafy vegetables, someone will soon steal and eat them, and fruit vegetables and fruits, etc. will still be stolen inside the blue.

Yall lost your mind and now you can get rough all you want.

The retrieved vegetables that survived in the weeds are completely wild, eggy, and not edible.

Still, hungry dwellers split into bushes, searching constantly for poisonless plants.

Not only wild vegetables, but also non-poisonous insects such as sea urchins, get on the table.

My father thought a little and said.

"Tomorrow, I'll fetch some good soil and sturdy grass in the green space."

"So, what do you do?

"You make pots out of grass, you plant seeds, you grow them here until they sprout, then you plant them in green space."

"How is it different from planting directly?

Waving at her neck tilting daughter, Father continued.

"Well listen. Planting seeds doesn't guarantee sprouts. But if it sprouts properly here, show it to the neighbors where you plant it."

"If I show off, won't they steal it?

"So I'll show you. We got the seeds and we grew them this far."

Amiela tilted her neck again. I can't see the story.

My father doesn't mind, he talks about the plan.

"Plant apple seedlings here now. Until it comes to fruition, whoever helped protect and grow the seedlings can take the apples and eat them, or go sell them. My ex is almost free."

"Is the water free?

My daughter blushes and points out the hole in the plan.

"On a rainy day, ask me to store the leaking water."

"Hmm. But how is that different than before?

My daughter looks at my father with her waking eyes.

My father laughed with dripping eyes.

"You feel different. I know where it belongs. Stealing something and getting a share as a legitimate reward..."

"Oh, instead of factory funding, you're gonna have to water it up."

"That's what I'm saying."

My father broke my face to get my will, but Amiella, as always, saw such a father with her awakened eyes.

"I wish I could do that."

When people get in between, it doesn't always get loco.

Then it still seemed "safer" to plant it in the southern mountains where the demons were. If you're a mountain, at least you won't be vandalized by humans.

Demons and wildlife can still give up.

Further west of the estate, spacious farmland spreads.

Surrounded by iron strip nets, a vigilante with a gun was on alert for twenty-four hours on alternation. If we don't do that, we can't protect our crops.

The shooting of a vegetable thief was a daily tea meal and did not even make radio news.

... There's not just one grain of seed, let's take a little and go plant it alone.

Amiella made a plan in confidence with her father.