It's all one flower.

"It's a little early, but please wake up already"

Amiella was woken up before dawn.

The manager smiles completely in good spirits.

"Oh, that's okay. Don't panic. Breakfast, I'll make it now, just take your time. Get dressed for this."

When Amiella jumped in a hurry, the manager said so and left the guest room.

That being said, I'm sorry I'm not helping you with anything.

As I was told, I wore the magical embroidered skin clothes I was given yesterday, and when I changed quickly, I headed to the kitchen for a small run.

When I showed my face, I was already ready for breakfast.

"Oh, you were fast. Well, fine. Sit down."

"Excuse me. I can't help you with anything..."

"It's okay. Never mind. Sit down."

Smiled and recommended, Amiela lowered her hips in awe. The manager also sits with a deep plate of soup in front of the two of them.

Even this morning, it's a fancy breakfast that Amiella has never seen.

Soup full of vegetables and bacon, eyeball grilled, fried mushrooms and vanilla tea. For the sturdy bread, the golden thickening takes plenty to shine.

The manager, who noticed Amiela's gaze, explains with a smile.

"It's honey. Because it's sweet and tasty and nourishing."

"... thank you"

No more words.

Amiella sips a little sticky firm bread.

The honey stained firm bread was a little soft. Gentle sweetness that spreads across your mouth. I didn't know there was such a delicious thing in the world.

All the inhabitants of Barack Street are poor.

Amiella, who works in the estate district and has such a friendly employer, is a privileged category. Regular lunch is served here with a decent meal and sometimes even a hemming on the way home.

Just saying my best friend's grandson, I had the store manager do it so well that I'm sorry.

It's so blessed and horrible compared to the neighbors.

Amiella and her father thought about it all the time and went out with the neighborhood with great care to avoid being jealous.

Barack Street burned down, and my father is missing.

Going forward, I don't know what will happen to the entire Listver Autonomous Community either.

By the end of the luxurious breakfast by the time it was unmatched, the brightness of the sky increased and the sparrows rang vibrantly.

"You can't tell anyone what you're about to talk about."

The manager stares into the blue eyes of the needle. When Amiella snorted small, the manager continued without breaking his harsh expression.

"Your maternal grandmother, the Frisian theme, was a powerful people... able to use magic properly... a witch"

I don't have a voice.

Amiella breathed and took the manager seriously.

Doesn't look like I made a joke. In the first place, even with a joke, I wasn't the kind of person to say that.

"Once upon a time, people were married to pagans without conversion."

Amiella's grandmother, Frisian Theme, says she was close with the Fluxinus, but also with the Kirkrussian manager.

This is also the first time I have ever known that my grandmother was a Fluxinus.

Amiella doesn't know what to say and waits.

"It was a relaxing time."

The manager continued the conversation with a dripping grin with a distant eye.

Frisant-themed marriage...... Amiela's grandfather is a Kirkulus, but never forced his wife to convert. Neither did the people in the fiancée impure the witch's wife.

"Alton Gaza has no need to know, and in this land it is impossible to adhere strictly to the teachings of the saints"

I know that well for Amiella too.

Now, the Barack Zone seems terrible.

"There were many families torn apart because of civil strife, but until the end, there were people who protected their bonds."

The grandparents also say it was one of them.

To hide the fact that the Frisian theme was witchcraft, the destination was decided to be the populated Barack Zone. It also chose a neighborhood where there was no acquaintance.

Amiella remembered her grandmother who died when she was five years old.

When my grandmother was there, I could drink beautiful water every day.

"It was expensive. Have a drink."

Grandmother told the young Amiella. The smile of my grandmother, who gives me water, always seemed to drip somewhere.

After my grandmother died, I thought I was unable to drink tasty water because I had fewer workers and less income.

Since only a little bit of beautiful water was available, his siblings, born after his grandmother's death, died inside the baby.

One in five neighborhood children also dies at an early age.

This is a land where you cannot live without magic.

"Frisian-themed relatives also had long-lived races. If you're safe until the end of the war, your sisters will still be alive."

The manager took an old notebook out of Luc's pocket.

"This is an old address book. Mr. Carindura is your grandmother's sister, your great-aunt."

The blue ink lettering remains firmly on the discolored page.

The address is Nemoralis Island.