It's all one flower.

With the efforts of the fire brigade, the fire across the shore gradually weakened. But only to a small extent.

Occasionally, when the roar comes close, I stay away.

Where do you come from and where do you bomb next?

Far too far away, instead of markings indicating belonging, I don't even know the model.

Cruello holds Amana in her arms and stares into the sky.

When, maybe this place will get bombed again.

There's no place to hide.

With three tired wizards, including myself, I'm not likely to be able to crack the situation open.

Fire brigades across the shore also seem to be heavily fatigued. Even if we had some leeway, there are terrorists here. They thought he was one of them, but at the end of the day, the Cruellos would be attacked, too.

... it's a waste of time.

Cruillo and his father are travelling to Cravel, the capital on the island of Nemoralis, but his mother works in the neighbouring city of Masrina. I don't know from here, but the city of Masrina didn't feel like it was under air raid either.

In the car, Cruello was stuck in a blanket, so Amana was safe even when she rolled over. Even now, wrap it in a blanket and protect it.

Cruillo considered the worst case scenario and at any rate cemented his determination to protect only his sister Amana. Let me tell you something, how do you protect yourself from this fire?

... just say it doesn't have to be cold.

Think as optimistically as possible and calm yourself down.

Instead of being cold, now that the water wall can no longer be maintained, the whole body is seared (abrasive) with flames and lit, and the sweat drips (dripping). To protect my sister from the hot air.

In front of me is the Njefried Canal. There is a danger of demons attacking us, but it is also a source of food.

Raw Hate (unfortunately), Cruillo cannot use the technique of [Fishing (Su, etc.) Galaxy Bird (Pelican)].

... I left my magic behind, you have no choice.

The technique of [spiritual dove], which is used everyday, such as chores, is not a bundle of memories (nappies) by wandering through spells.

"Hey, brother, could you lend me that [crystal] earlier?

Speak to the boy of the land people.

"What? But there's no more magic left in this, is there?

"Uh, that's okay, that's okay. It's just my magic trick."

"What? But aren't you tired?

"I'm tired, but I, I skipped training, so I don't know the spell right now. Because it's better to lend magic to others."

When Cruello got his hands on it, the boy, bewildered, gave me an empty [crystal of magic].

The boy seems to be a powerless people with no magic at all.

The [crystal], which has always been in my hands, does not dwell on plumps and is limp cold.

Cruillo recalled the schoolteacher's explanation.

The powerless people are divided into two kinds.

He who possesses no magic at all, and he who possesses no magic but does not have the "power of action" to activate it.

The latter can fill [the crystal of magic] with power, but cannot exercise that power.

With activated aids, such as spells, they can be exercised, but they are all disposables that activate a particular technique only once.

When Cruillo, a powerful land people, gripped, [the crystal of magic] gave rise to heat.

His palm hits like he was deprived of his temperature. I touched it with my other hand, but the temperature is the same.

When I gently opened my hand, the [crystal] glowed with a small light in its center.

Gripping again, Cruillo closed his lid.

Burn the houses, the flames explode. Sobbing, coughing, moaning.

Whether I closed my eyes or opened them, it seemed like all I had was despair.

... No, it's not that cotty. We're still alive.

Once it burns, it won't be the subject of an air raid for a while.

If we prevent this flame and get through tonight, there is hope.

Tomorrow morning, we'll manage to cross across the shore to the city of Masrina to find my mother's company.

If I can see my mother, I'll be fine. If, in the unlikely event that my mother had one, I would somehow cross to Nemoralis Island, I would see my father.

Indeed, I am anxious that my family has fallen apart, but the possibility of surviving separately has also arisen.

At least, Cruello and Amana brothers and sisters are together.

Amana, eleven, is sweet as a toddler, clinging to her brother and not leaving. The plumage gave Cruillo hope to live.