It's all one flower.

When the sun went down, the smoke did not subside, and my father and daughter could hardly sleep because of the smoke.

I can hear you coughing all night, too, from the neighborhood. It seems to be the same everywhere.

Still, in the morning, I shook my sleepless head and went outside.

One meal a day on the day off work.

Head to Sheeney Green Space without eating anything.

The coastal Barack Zone is not suitable for farming because it contains salt from Lake Lacus. In the soil around here, I couldn't even have a home garden.

Father and daughter, in the footsteps they are accustomed to, go down the same aisle as the beast road sewing Barack Hut.

There is no water or sewer, the district's common toilet comes twice a day, morning and evening to draw attendants. Collect fecal urine in a private car and take it to a fertilizer manufacturing plant.

On February 2nd, this morning on the holidays, the sights of the usual stretched.

... What day is it...? "The day I had my first school" in the Autonomous Community...... Was it?

Even when it comes to holidays, the Amielas spend their days as usual, just because schools, factories, etc. are closed. Depending on the industry, he worked regardless of day of week or holiday.

My daughter stands first and goes up the slopes she's used to going through.

Amiella works in the commercial area of the estate. The guests are wealthy residents of the estate district.

A newspaper boy who finished delivering came running down the hill.

I scream something out of desperate shape, but I can't hear the content. However, it seems that something unusual happened because of the stuffing of the feathers, I just thought.

My father calls out to the boy who came close.

"What's up? What happened? What happened?

"Oh my god! Oh, my God!

"Oh, I know how hard it is. What happened? What happened?

And the boy stopped his leg, and answered in all sorts.

"It's tough! Fight! Fight!

"War? Where and where?

My father grabs both shoulders of the boy and asks.

The newspaper boy rolled up at once.

"The star roads of the Autonomous Communities, the Prostitute Army, and the Government Army, there are extras out there! I've already handed it all out, so everyone in Lower Town has asked you to come!

Father and daughter shut up as time had stopped during the inches.

My father returns to me first and frees the boy.

"Well... well. Thank you. I'm sorry I'm in such a hurry."

"Yeah!"

When my father releases his hand, the boy rushes down the hill screaming just like he did earlier. The two dropped off until they couldn't see the back.

"Father, what do we do?

"Hi there...... well, not as planned for today"

My father started going up the hill, so did Amiella later.

... War...? Did you fight and sell to the wizard? Are you kidding me?

The two footsteps are heavy and speechless. Just look at your feet and go up the hill.

In your hand, a plastic bag to take home the soil and a thin piece of wood that seems good for digging the soil. The Amiellas' house is so full of nothing that thieves are likely to sympathize and leave me with something the other way around.

There was nothing to fight for, and there was no reason for the two of us to fight.

Amiella's mother died of sickness in eight years. My siblings were there, but none of them died as infants, and I don't even remember how many were there.

The father-daughter flesh parents were just each other.

Running away, there's nowhere to go.

... that smoke yesterday. That's what happened.

In Amiela's head, the newspaper boy's words and what happened last night were connected.

Lack of sleep and hunger make everything unrealistic.

Occasionally, the wind changes direction and brings scorching air from the north. I couldn't stop shivering because of the cold and the horror.

On the way down the hill, on the slopes between the estate and the Barack Zone, the destination Sheeney Green Space spreads.

When we get here, the salt of the land is reduced, and the cold resistant plants are vibrantly raw.

Turning around, the east side was filled with barrack huts, beyond which we could see large and small factories built along the shores of the lake.

... I can't believe it's war. Even though we're not all wacky enough to fight, and we're not wacky enough to want to fight. It's roughly cruel not to tell us anything and start all of a sudden.

If I had known beforehand, I might have been able to evacuate somewhere.

The adjacent city of Zerneau in the north and west of the Autonomous Region would be the battlefield.

Then we have to cross the Kublum Mountains to the south.

The powerless people alone cannot cross Lake Lacus, full of demons.

There are demons in the Kublum Mountains as well, but I still feel there is a better chance of helping than being able to sink a ship.

Even if they cross the mountains with their lives at stake, the Lacrimalis kingdom to the south is the land of wizards.

How refugees and powerless people will be treated.

Either way, it seemed like there was nothing but despair.

... Dad's right, now you just have to do what you can.

Amiella walked into the green space looking only at her feet.

There is vomit creeping up in the dead grass gap. Amiella stopped looking at her face.

The vomit moved. No, he's a cluttered demon who survived hiding in the shadow of the grass.

You're surprised by the Amielas, twisting their indeterminate bodies. The dead grass doesn't move when the Miscellaneous Demon moves. Because it's not a thing in the world.

The wind blows and the light shines in the gap of the grass.

The area in the morning sun melts and recesses. From there, the original uncertain body melted and collapsed, quickly disappearing.

Miscellaneous demons are weak and frightening beings, but they are sufficient and a threat to a powerless people.

Horrified that he had destroyed himself, Amiella picked a spreading grass.