It's all one flower.

Amiella and her father walked silently between Barack Hut after splitting up with her aunt.

A cluttered demon of uncertain shape is stupid in the shadows that the thin winter days cannot reach.

Through narrow paths while avoiding cluttered demons. Miscellaneous demons also fled to the back of the darkness, avoiding the Amielas.

The road, though, is just a gap in the barracks.

Even though it enters like a maze, rooms and cabins increase or decrease due to the death of residents, relocation, and more families.

Everyday tea meals, such as the fact that the road I was able to take until yesterday is no longer possible today.

Even if new roads and squares are created, they bury quickly.

The eastern part of the Ristover Autonomous Region is a city of cells that thrive in disorder.

Even residents don't know anything other than the compartment where they live and the passage to the workplace, etc.

There was no map in this city, and even the number of inhabitants was uncertain.

Autonomous community for Kirkuls, but residents are not just devout followers.

The depth of the family's faith can be seen from the Barack Hut.

Baracks that are unclean and generate miscellaneous demons are often faint in the faith of their inhabitants.

If the faith of the neighbors was serious, it would not affect them as much as it did around them, but if it were similar, they would be pulled by their disbelief, and even sink into the wretched demons around them.

Sometimes volunteers from Eastern Parish priests and faithful try to purify, but it doesn't always go well.

It is also common for demons who smell filth to wander into the darkness at night and devour the inhabitants of that compartment.

Amiella's house was a section full of people of faith.

The road is relatively wide and there are places where a couple of people can pass.

The huts and roads were always swept away with dead grass and other brooms.

So is Amiella's house.

The floor is a crate that carries bottles of drinking water and alcohol. Pass a plate over it and surround it with tongue. The roof was also covered with tongue, weighing and supporting stones, etc. For once, rainstorms can be prevented, but during storms roofs and walls are blown away. Easy to break, but easy to repair.

Offset the wall behind the barracks and place the soil you took home.

The walls were undone, and later the two of us silently braided the spreading grass (Tsukusa).

Sprinkling grass supports residents' lives as daily necessities and building materials such as cages and rugs.

What the two of you can do now is sprinkle the apple seeds. Amiella made it quicker. This type of work is accustomed to needlework.

The small cage, densely knitted with cranberries, is about the size of two fists. Lay thin grass inside to reinforce. That's enough, it's going to be a sale.

In fact, some people make a living selling daily necessities made of cranberries.

... war, I hope it ends soon. It's none of our business.

Though I blur about that, my hands move without rest.

There were eight seeds in total. One or so will grow up properly.

Eight bowls were completed after noon.

Open the wall again and transfer the soil with pieces of wood. Just one bowl, I didn't have enough dirt. Again, it's too late to get to Sheeney Green Space.

"Excuse me, will you get me some tomorrow, on my way home from work?

"Yeah. Of course (of course)"

Prepare dinner while cleaning up. That said, all you have to do is remove the damaged area from the edible grass you picked in the green space. Place the taken part in an empty bowl.

"This will also be fertilizer."

Amiella looked back at today as she bit through the bitter grass.

On my way to get dirt, I met a newspaper delivery boy. Says it is to convey the contents of the extra that have been distributed.

"The war has begun"

My head whitened to the extra outline I was told.

On my way home from taking dirt, I stood up with my neighbor's aunt.

We split up talking about each other, all we could feel was despair.

If the war extends to the Autonomous Communities, there will not be a single Amiella of the powerless people.

... If the wizard meant it, a city like this, could be wiped out in no time without a trace.

There is no other prayer that you can die instantly so as not to suffer as much as possible when that really happens.

I denied it then, but like my aunt said, it seemed better to even throw myself in the lake.