It's all one flower.

Morph cleared his ears outside the car.

Multiple footsteps, approaching.

Slow.

One was obviously dragging one leg.

"Um, this kid's got a foot frustration, and this, too, is it okay?

"Depends on the extent. But it's better than nothing, so stay."

The young man's voice was reluctantly heard and the girl earlier replied with a calm voice.

A young man and a young girl say thank you in solidarity. Are you a father and son or a brother and sister? Relief and little joy seep into your voice.

"Well, please"

An earlier police officer said in a changed tone.

Was the young witch snorting (groaning) or did she put her breath down and hear her voice?

...... hmm? Is that it?

Juvenile soldier Morph clapped out.

After all, I thought I was going to use some magic, but the witch started singing in a smooth (relaxed) manner.

I have no idea the lyrics. Is it a foreign song?

If I could get to middle school properly, I'd understand a little bit of the common language. Hunan, which is used in about 40% of the world and is used in nemoralis and elsewhere, is a language that is completely different in character form and grammar.

My father died when Morph was in elementary school, and since then Morph has come to work as well. Once in middle school, I tried several times, but I couldn't follow the class at all and decided to focus on my work. In fact, he dropped out of elementary school.

He was invited by a group of believers at a factory in the workplace to participate in a rally of abandoned factories.

Since last year, he didn't even go home, he slept in an abandoned factory, helped assemble weapons, and was also trained in combat.

Now he's a fine warrior.

In this operation, many wizards have already been slaughtered. He not only handled weapons, but also got the moves to fight with his bare hands.

... If you can reach me, I'll make you stop singing like that right away. What's wrong with you? Fucking bitch!

I can still understand the ground song.

I know what it's like to mourn the dead with fraxinus hymns.

Why do you sing a good song about Nori like a foreign idiot?

In this situation, I didn't know the nerves to sing fun songs.

... The wizard didn't really have a heart.

What will we be treated like in the future? Juvenile soldiers had no predictions at all.

In the eyes of Morph clouded by anger, I don't even see my own body healed by the wound.

The soldier whining about the words of prayer slowly unwrapped the bandage replacement sheet.

The wound disappeared as if it had left. Although not originally a life-threatening wound, for the first time, the soldier loses his words to the magical healing he experienced.

The soldier who was whining about hatred was knitting tight sheets and making outlines. Captain Solniak said nothing and offered his bandage sheet to the soldier.

The captain did, so let's mimic the boy soldier Morph.

So I finally noticed that the explosive fragments were blocking the stabbed wound.

I understand the meaning of the earlier removal and bite my teeth.

...... damn! You're using the magic of healing! "Follow me," isn't that a trick!

"What do you say? Do you think you can walk?

Finishing the chant of [Healing Wind], the pharmacist (dull) Awellana calls out.

The elementary school girl moved her fearful leg. My face brightens up.

"Thank you, sister!

"Good for you, Tis"

Girls of the same age also made their voices play.

I guess we're friends. They are both people of the land, and the child who had his feet frustrated (lottery) has dark brown hair, and the child who spoke up has blonde hair.

Gathered around Awellana were more than a dozen middle and two elementary students and a young man in a blue tsunagi in the factory.

"You guys, are you just here? What about dinner?"

Everyone shook their heads powerlessly at the question of the healers of the people of the lake.

"The water can use the tap at the end of that queue, and the food has military rations on that ground. I hope it stays..."

"Thank you! Hey, guys, they said they had food!

With the voice of the youth, the children rush to the steel park with a mouthful of gratitude.

Awellana also left the convoy by meeting with a police official.

"Okay, now I'm here too..."

"Thank you for your cooperation"

A young police officer salutes his hindsight. The elderly police officer also returned the meeting gently and waved.

Awellana walked slowly and followed the children.