It's all one flower.

Awellana still couldn't stop trembling.

If they don't come, I don't even want to think about what happened.

Until earlier, Awellana and the boy had procured water and food for dinner on the promenade along the Njefried Canal.

Draw water into the water bottle and acquire fish by surgery. There are a total of five water bottles for these boys and girls, Awellana. The boy of the powerless people followed me as a luggage man.

When I tried to return, I saw a walk coming from the west down the road along the canal.

The two were relieved that there were other survivors and waited for their approach.

"There's still someone alive."

"You guys, just the two of you?

"What were you doing?

The men approach, saying such things.

"I caught fish."

A freshly caught fish stuck out of a handbag.

They bear the backlight, but this one looks good when the sunset hits. I couldn't help denying it, so Awellana answered honestly.

The men bearing the backlight return a voice that they seem to envy as they walk slowly.

"The people of the lake...... no, a wizard is convenient"

"Can you share it with us, too?

"If you have a bag, you'll get a cup of it. Don't you have something?

Awellana said purely out of kindness.

Even in the backlight, I entered a distance where I could see the expression.

The men are laughing.

It was not the joy of seeing one's fellow man, but the joy of finding prey.

Awellana's feet were frightened and she couldn't move. It's a different kind of fear than when a terrorist attacked you in a hospital.

A boy of the land people entered between the men and Awellana.

"Whoa, what? Boy."

"Look at me in the face"

The men laugh simultaneously in a humble voice.

... Run away? To where?

Return to the camp and you'll be in danger to the little girls.

Usually, I don't run, so I can't keep running away for long. There was little or no place to hide.

... Fight?

Residents evacuated to the hospital remembered fighting terrorists. Water is poured into the lungs with [fucked water].

Never before has Awellana hurt a person with surgery. Even during half a century of civil unrest, I never put enemy soldiers in my hands.

He escaped and survived with [leaps] all the time and so on. I've decided where to rendezvous with my family, but now that the city's changed, I can't use any of that.

... Besides, you can't just leave this kid and run away.

In the magic of Awellana, one can only escape to the fullest.

Return to the camp and join the ranks... especially if you bring in that employee, you may have a winning chance. But is it possible that this child will survive until then?

A grown-up boy's back doesn't depend on how (or how) he is.

It took me about one way to get to this place, from where everyone was.

Awellana and the boy kept their eyes peeled away from the men and slipped back.

The five men surround the two with an extra look.

Awellana muttered a powerful word in her mouth.

"Gentle water, give my voice my will..."

At that moment, one of the men jumped. Grab the right hand of Awellana and twist it up on the back.

I screamed unintentionally, but never let go. I can't even figure it out.

The boy was beaten by four men.

"Stop! Let her go!

Without adhering to Awellana's sad cry, the men grab the boy's hair and see his fists on his face. My lips are cut, my nose bleeds and my cheeks are swollen.

It is not where powerful words are uttered and magic is absorbed. Awellana could only keep screaming.

He's a grown-up boy and doesn't even seem to have had any experience fighting.

Four inflexible adults attacked me and couldn't have beaten me. He was kicked in the knee in the stomach and fell without a voice.

"Come on, the disturbers are gone."

"No magic, no magic."

The men kick and roll the boy and lean over to Awellana.

"Ah... you know, I'm a healer"

I managed with a trembling voice, that's all I could say.

The men remain, as always, with a humble (scowling) laugh.

One person removes a towel wrapped around his neck. Awellana was held down by two people and pushed a sweaty towel into her mouth. It is tied at the back of the head and does a monkey snap.

Awellana was wary that they would try to do something beyond healing.

Have you lost everything in an air raid and become self-destructive?

Don't you believe Awellana's story out of your head?

Was the badge raised from the neck not convincing?

... but I don't know... maybe... [Swan Maiden]...?

The thought of being such an idiot competes with the current crisis and disturbs my thoughts.

"Ouch!

One of the men squatts by holding his face down. Go on, I held my head with two or three people.