It's all one flower.

Roark remembered being told there was too little information and bringing up the radio.

I don't want to regret it again.

Work your head to the best of what you can do right now.

Everyone is exhausted walking through the night and the two wizards are particularly serious.

Only three girls in elementary and secondary school have blankets, and Roark himself, left them in that mess.

Still better for the thick clothes.

Employees and apron youth have nothing to wear against the cold, such as coats. On the way to work, he must have evacuated without daring to take anything.

The girls, like Roark, have coats and mufflers and gloves, so they're fine.

The pharmacist's (dull) coat was thin, but I could see powerful word embroidery on the hem (soot) and sleeves (soot). If you get tired and [Cold Resistance] activates, it shouldn't be cold.

The three terrorists are crude jumpers and vests. It is also noticeably thin with tears and flakes, trembling in the cold and continuing to tread.

Five out of ten don't even have decent cold clothes.

I didn't know the magic fire wouldn't keep me warm.

"Um, you two wizards, please sleep. I'm going to pick up something that's going to blow off the wind."

Roark went out onto the street carrying his backpack.

Pick up the burnt sign. An elderly terrorist came running over.

"I'll help you."

"Thank you"

Again, he's a normal uncle who seems nice to people. It comes as no surprise that even people like this have joined terrorism.

Upon returning, the employee lays down with his sister in his arms and a pharmacist (dull) sits next to him on a blanket drinking water from a water bottle.

Apron youths and sisters look for things that may be used in the east, and terrorist captains and boy soldiers look for them in the south.

Race, faith, age, experience, magic, gender, occupation...... everything is different.

Besides, he's the perpetrator and victim of terrorism.

But why can we cooperate?

... Not if you're thinking of something extra right now.

Roark devoted himself to installing the windscreen. Place a sign on the accumulated debris and hold it down with another debris.

The three brothers picked up one tongue plate. It's as big as a door.

"This is on the wall... I think it would be a lot better if I stood diagonally and made it look like a roof"

"Oh, wait, please"

The pharmacist stopped the young man from trying to bring the rubble to a place where it had been removed.

"Let's wash it before we do."

Just get up and walk up to the Njefried Canal. Roark rushed after him.

"Ah! It's not safe to be alone."

After I chased him in the driveway, I realized. Pharmacists are the people of the lake, wizards. Much stronger than the locks of the powerless people.

But they didn't tell him to go back to everyone, and Roark followed him straight to the canal, pretending not to notice.

Their breath clouds white and flows into the wind from the canal.

... Even I can keep an eye out.

While the pharmacist (dull) casts a spell, he gazes into the Seljevrou district.

Are thin bits of smoke everywhere still smoking or burning that keeps survivors warm?

So far, there is no machine shadow in the sky on the island of Negna and it is quiet.

"From what to what, sorry"

"Do what you can, when you can, as much as you can. That's all."

When the pharmacist said so, he took a water mass the same size as his own body back to the camp.

The captain and the terrorists have also found a tongue plate.

The pharmacist washes the two tongues with [manicured water] and also washes the sign that Roark picks up.

When I stood up with two tongues, the employee's body just hid. I don't wake up at all because of my tiredness.

"Then take a rest. I'll keep an eye out."

The pharmacist (dull) snorted at the words of the apron youth, causing his body to dive under the tongue.

There is still room in the space under the tongue. If I pack it up, I'm going to be able to sleep about another one.

"Pina, you go to sleep too. Take turns."

A junior high school girl silently obeys instructions not to tell her whether or not she has a brother.

Roark lowered his hips beside the tongue plate (buckwheat). The rubble and tongue plate were well removed from the wind, and the cold was better.

The youth and the primary school sister sat in front of Tongue's entrance and the terrorists settled between Roark and their siblings.

The boy soldier, who came next to Rourke, endures the cold holding both shoulders of the jumper.

I got a little lost, but Roark took off the muffler and hung up.

"That's cool, it's cold. You can use this if you like."

The boy soldier looked up and looked seriously at Roark.

"No? Well, uncle, go ahead"

Reach out as I say.

The older terrorist smiled at Roark.

Are you sure?

"I'm warm if I wear a hood."

"Thank you."

The terrorists forcibly held the boy soldier while receiving the muffler. Wrap the two necks in a muffler.

"When you have a neck, your whole body warms up. Remember, kid."

The boy soldier seemed depressed about his uncle's terrorists, but he didn't shake them off.

The captain stares at the west sky opposite the wall.

... Oh, well. Watchdogs.

Rourke also turned his attention to the south.

The sky is clear, no clouds.

Beneath it lies the burn of debris. All the way south, above the horizon, the Kublum Mountains squat like a shadow.

Rourke gazed at the mountains and looked southeast.

... migratory birds?

I saw a series of black dots at the edge of the mountain range. Follow them with your eyes as they grow bigger and bigger.

The shadow grows.

I had a bad feeling about my palpitations.

I opened my mouth to reward everyone, but my mouth is dry and I have no voice.

I managed to turn around and slap the boy soldier on the shoulder.

A boy soldier holding his knee and groaning raised his face annoyingly.

"Plane......"

To the whining of the boy soldier, he turned this way like the captain had been played.

A group of bombers line up like migratory birds and fly northeast on the lake.

The machine shadow quickly became smaller and invisible.