It's all one flower.

Awellana's legs trembled at the sound of a leak from the convoy.

I want to [jump] to the harbor now and see what happened to my family's ship. Yet I couldn't move.

Among the captured terrorists are boys of the same age as the children who have just healed.

I never dreamed that life outside the Autonomous Community was oppressing their lives, etc.

They thought it was the autonomous community of Listwar, a special district that eliminated all sorcery in order to preserve the faith of the powerless people. I did not doubt it because I believed it was a city made for peace, so as not to conflict again with the difference of faith.

... Just think about it and you'll see, how did you ever think it was going to be okay?

I felt the sky darkened. Face up. It's still a clear day with no clouds.

Only those who have no magic, where and why spend the night.

Normally, if you don't have the magic to protect yourself from demons, such as [exorcism] [junction] [simplified junction] [exorcism], you won't even survive the night.

Even if you get those spells, if you can't cast a spell with powerful words, you can't release the magic caged in the spells and make them express the efficacy of the technique.

Kirkulusism eliminates witchcraft as an evil (ah) shiki (purposeful) of old times.

They won't get the spell, they won't do it, they won't do it.

Even if it was to protect itself from evil.

Even if they survive the night by any means, there is a water problem.

Due to the influence of the Copper Mountains in the Kublum Mountains, the land of the Autonomous Region and its western neighbor, Pisturnik, includes a lot of copper.

Lake Lacus is Salt Lake.

... Can't you just drink the Autonomous Region well?

Unlike the people of the lake, if the people of land consume large quantities of copper, they become sick. Even polar trace amounts, if consumed daily, accumulate in the body and cause adverse effects.

When I started thinking, the problems of the Autonomous Communities came up one after the other.

... Can you even pull salt out of a machine? What about copper? Can illness be cured, even if it's not magic medicine?

Without help to prevent demons, we can't get out of the lake. You won't be able to eat fish.

The food situation should be bad for that.

"I don't know that."

"I ate something delicious."

From the words of the boy soldier, I tried to imagine the life of the autonomous community, but the life of not knowing the taste of delicious things, no matter how much Awellana thought about it, did not know.

Even during half a century of civil unrest, the Awellana clan of fishermen never had trouble eating. Sometimes my father or brother dropped waterfowl in [birdshot] and ate it.

The food thus obtained was divided with the neighbors.

Others also procured and exchanged food based on the techniques they had repaired and the information they had obtained, taking care not to bias nutrition.

Awellana doesn't remember feeling twisted, either in the midst of a war or in the rubble of a burn.

The fish I baked covered with salt was very tasty.

In this time of peace, there are people who live harsher lives than they did. Moreover, the cause of this is our "normal life".

"Mr. Pharmacist... what's wrong?

"Oh, no, I'm fine. Um, is the canal okay?

The police officer sounded worried and Awellana took it off her mind. A policeman replies, "Take a tour of Chirali and the north."

"It's passable so far, but I'd rather not be too close to the lake..."

"Thank you. Um, these people's dinner..."

Ask a question by divulging your voice.

The policeman instructed him to leave the convoy by hand, and he left himself too.

"You can't shake a sleeve without it. Besides, the logistics have almost stopped, so if you come in, we have to prioritize the remaining residents."

"... yes, right"

"The damaged three districts will soon be completely sealed off. Terrorists will be given something there if, well... they decide where to send it"

There was a color of contempt in the cop's voice.

He may have killed his family, too.

That's the same with Awellana, but I wasn't willing to scorn them.

Of course (of course), there are feelings of hatred. Hatred and mercy became an affair, and Awellana herself developed a feeling of uncertainty.

"... Really? But some people are meeting their families in steel parks, it seems. The canals won't be sealed off yet, will they?

"We don't know..."

A policeman at the end shook his head sorry.

Awellana thanked him and [jumped].

Agate Hospital at work.