It's all one flower.

Amiella assembled the parts of her pocket to sew up the reinforcing material. Do the decorations go hand in hand, or the pockets that finish the edges look adorable, albeit plain colored.

One to the right and one to the left on the outside of the rucksack, two in line on the back, one on the inside. Then make a lid. It's a large body lid and four outer pockets.

Make a button hole in each one and button it on.

If you have thin pockets to put on inside pants, skirts, jackets, etc., you have experience making them. They can be deluded even if they fail somewhat, but this time they are outside pockets.

Amiella is more concerned than usual and carefully steps on the machine's pedal.

The closing bill hangs, so of course (of course), the customer did not come, but no one visited the manager personally.

Amiella's father isn't coming either.

I wanted to go find my father, but I have no idea where I can go to see him. The manager's right, I guess I'll have to wait here until my father comes looking for me.

There are two belts to hang on the shoulder. The area that hits the shoulder fills with cotton inside.

Fluffy cotton.

Fire smoke.

Evacuation clutter.

Burning city.

Now my memory runs clear as if it happened in front of me.

My eyes look at the cotton and shoulder belt cloth on the workbench, but my head is filled with the sight of that evil (deliberate).

I can't stop crying even though it's not sad. Tell her cheeks and wet her chest.

My body was stiff and I couldn't even wipe my tears.

My mind was accidentally quiet about how long I was in that condition.

Amiela resumed her work by wiping her face with her sleeve (so on).

All the fine parts can be done and check for missing items.

The manager came back in the middle of being able to sew pockets and such into the main unit.

"I'm home. Haven't you changed anything in particular?

"Welcome back, no one came"

The manager returned a quiet smile to Amiela, who stood and greeted her. When I receive my baggage, it's much heavier.

"Take me to the kitchen."

The manager unloads at the table.

The contents of the big bag are all water and food. Four vials of drinking water. There are also ten cans, ten packs of sturdy bread, a chunk of cheese, a bag of dried vegetables and a sachet of salt.

"This is your first time, but you're doing well. You think you can do it by the end of the day?

"Maybe it's okay. In a hurry?

"It's better as soon as possible, but you have to hurry up and get hurt, so feel slow."

When Amiela understood, the manager said, folding his bag.

"You don't have to clean this up in the cupboard, just leave it like this"

The two of us prepare for lunch and eat at the table with the preserved food still loaded.

Drinking tea after meals, the manager cut out the story like it was nothing.

"The Artel Army is attacking us."

"... air raid... is it?

Amiella took time to understand the meaning of the word.

The moment I understand, my palpitations get intense.

Before issuing the inquiry as to where…, the store manager explained.

"Yesterday afternoon and evening, the area outside the autonomous community of this island of Negna. Nemoralis Island is under attack today."

Things are too big and too heavy.

Amiella couldn't go about the size of the story and looked at the manager silently.

An old store manager puts the cup down and looks at the preserved food piled on the table.

"So, for once, I just want you to take care of yourself."

Amiella snorted mechanically.

The manager's words slip from right to left. Maybe the mind refuses to understand.

"This is for you, so don't hesitate to take it"