It's all one flower.

It's cloudy this morning.

The fog blocks the day, and cluttered demons wander around even at dawn.

The needle Amiella walked down the mountain path, making sure of the road more carefully than yesterday.

I drank a bottle of water and my luggage was a little lighter. As the burden decreases, anxiety increases.

Can we get down to the city before we run out of drinking water?

I remember that young day as I walked.

... With that said, "You shouldn't drink the spring water in the mountains because it's mineral poison," my grandmother said.

We did it a little before noon and got out on the divide descending into Pisturnik District in Zerneau City.

In his unfamiliar walk with a large package, it took him an entire day just to get out to the neighboring district.

Stand beside the signpost and look north.

What I saw between the thin fog and the wood was scorched earth on one side. In this minute, the bridge over the Njefried River may not be safe either.

If you cross the river Njefried, which flows along the neighbouring Zolata district, it's the city of Kulbunika. Even though it thinned, I couldn't see it that far because of the fog.

Amiella scolded her trembling feet and hurried down the winding mountain path to the city of Kulbunika to the west.

Bad things are overlapping, with potpourri and rain.

The trees that have completely shed their leaves won't block the rain.

Rain legs weren't strong, but Amiela had nothing on hand to keep it from raining.

... Somewhere, somewhere I can stay in the rain.

Anyway, we just have to move on.

You can't even eat in the rain and keep walking.

The rain legs gradually strengthened and the coat became heavier. Exhale rises white. The magic of the coat [resistant to cold] only saved it from the cold.

A cloudy mist flows across both sides of the road.

No, it's the Miscellaneous Demon.

Speaking of rain, are you weak in the boulder during the day, or it becomes a dirty fog and rocks in the wind.

By the time the sun tilted, we reached the cabin.

The surrounding area is cut down with trees and opened as a work place. The grandson growing from the stump was taller than Amiella.

Light miscellaneous demons spread across the workplace.

As Amiela never stepped into her mind, a dirty mass of fog paved the way. Kicked away by [exorcism], I can make a bright passage from the mountain path to the door only for as long as I have advanced my legs.

The paint that faded was hard to read as a "forestry union."

"I'm sorry."

I whisper and hang my hand on the knob. It wasn't locked. Gently go inside.

Since when was it abandoned, the ceiling falls by half and the rain falls in? The fallen roof completely returned to the earth, with fallen leaves piling up on the floor, but without the appearance of a miscellaneous demon.

Amiella appeased even in the decaying cabin.

I can stay in the rain.

There are no mischievous demons.

The one-room cabin has a furnace cut in the center and also leaves ash and charcoal shards.

A short broom and chili fell by the entrance.

On the wall, three cloves of rusty sickles, saws, and saws are hung.

Amiella swept the fallen leaves together with the softened ears. Sweep only dry areas, but also dust more than you thought.

A surprised spider escapes.

When the fallen leaves were removed, the same object emerged from the corner of the room as the [exorcism] stone. I didn't sweep where it hit the rain, but I guess it's in all four corners.

Horribly unload the package.

I picked up twigs from the fallen leaves I collected in one place.

... That's the only thing that's going to get firewood.

I piled the furnace with fallen leaves and put a little twig on it from the top.

Reach out from a dry place and also pick up wet twigs from within reach. This one pierced the surrounding ashes.

Remove the match from the backpack pocket. The backpack is just a thick cloth but not wet at all. You're safe inside.

... Is this, too, some kind of magic?

I wiped my body with a towel and changed clothes and hooked my wet clothes to my backpack.

Weave coat over new skin clothes, spread front and burn.

The front of the coat and shoulders were wet, but the back was dry thanks to the backpack. Besides, it's not cold.

... magic is strange.

Add some fallen leaves and dry the clothes. I managed to dry enough to wear it before the fallen leaves burned out.

Wear dry clothes and reweave the coat.

... Oh, yeah.

Remove the empty bottle from the backpack and accumulate rain.

Rainwater is much safer than mineral-contaminated spring water. Always in the Autonomous Communities, this is how we gathered rain.

Looking up, thick clouds cover the heavens, and the rain is unlikely to stop.

Add a little water and salt to the small pan and simmer the dried vegetables.

Bake the last grab of dead leaves, wait for the water to gush.

... you can't. If this is the case, I'll pick up the firewood before it rains.

Fortunately, you don't have to burn the fire all night to keep warm and get rid of the Miscellaneous Demon.

Protected by [cold resistance] of the coat and [exorcism] of clothes, amulet bags, and cabins.

Otherwise, he would have frozen to death.

Amiella admonished her detours and watched the fire quietly.

By the end of the meal, the dried twigs were also exhausted and the fire was extinguished.

The cabin was completely dark and nothing could be done.

It is creepy to reject that there is no sound other than the sound of rain.

The flashlight the store manager gave me would make it brighter, but I don't feel like I can (hold) dots even though I don't have anything to do with it.

Amiella lay down and closed her eyes within the heat of the burning.

I sank into a muddy slumber because of the tiredness that kept me walking down the rainy mountain path.