It's all one flower.

Medvege switches on the car radio and steps on the accelerator.

The truck ran off the road clearing the weather forecast of debris to the BGM.

Cruillo in the passenger seat hangs the blanket on his shoulder and Medvege hangs it on his knees, pinching one end to his seat belt so as not to interfere with driving.

Cruillo took the sachet down from the back mirror to check the contents.

The bag is the same [exorcism] Roark holds, and it contains [the crystal of magic]. [Crystal] is out of magic and cold.

Cruillo gripped a bag in his right hand and a [crystal] colder than ice in his left hand, turning his face to the small window behind him.

"There were [crystals] and [exorcisms] talismans. 'Cause I'm magic now."

"Good! That's more reassuring!

Amana stands up and tries to peek through a small window.

"Sit down because it's dangerous."

When Cruillo scolded him lightly, his sister sat back with her tongue out small.

From the radio, there is a pale stream of voices reading out the weather hanging from tonight to tomorrow on the usual BGM.

The weather forecast continued in the order in which we were accustomed to hearing from the northern part of the island of Nemoralis, but the weather in the central part of the island of Negna was unreadable not only in the east, where the Kruillos were located, but also in the west.

Followed by government PR.

The war situation is glued. A defensive unit deployed on the lake intercepted all enemy aircraft with the new weapon, the Demon Asthma Cannon.

The Nemoralis government has no intention of engaging, and this war was unilaterally waged by the Republic of Artel.

The neighbouring Kingdom of Lacrimalis will remain neutral and provide relief supplies to the Republic of Nemoralis. The Republic of Lanista gave (wax) to Artel to supply weapons, etc.

As Artel leaves the United Nations and cannot negotiate a ceasefire via the United Nations, the Nemoralis government is in the process of discussing the response in order to provide a forum for discussion.

The government will rent private apartments as well as temporary and public housing for the housing of the victims.

Even though it stopped eating on the lake, the fighting is ongoing and it must stay away from the city near the Kublum Mountains, central Nenia Island in the restricted area of access...... etc.

A voice with no emotions read out slowly, and the ten listened silently.

… access to "restricted" areas…? So, can the guy with permission come in and out?

Cruello couldn't decide how to take it.

In this situation, perhaps, only government or military officials.

I wish I could be protected, but I have trouble being punished.

The children will not be guilty on the boulders. But what will happen to my sisters if Leno or myself is gone?

Besides, we now go hand in hand with Kirkurs terrorists.

They are also guilty of going out without permission from the Autonomous Communities.

Still, I was fully reminded that I couldn't survive without them.

... sounds like good people.

There is also gratitude for helping us beyond faith.

Especially if you don't have a Medvege with a truck driver's license, you can't go anywhere.

But what should I do if the government forces find me? I needed to think about it within the moment.

I got to the library about enough.

Cruillo remembered his vain that he was so far enough away in the truck.

If the roads hadn't been filled with rubble, we could have moved earlier.

There's a way out of here.

I don't know how far I can go, but I just had to go through there.

When I opened the door to the carrier, Amana popped out.

"Brother, are you there?

"Take it easy. The library."

Cruillo grinned bitterly as he stopped holding his sister. All the other faces come down.

Pinatifida looked around and muttered.

"Around here, air raids... you were better"

"The building of the bureau is magically protected."

"Ah..."

When Awellana reluctantly explained, not only Pinatifida, but also Elantis and Amana were out of time.

"Um, but thanks to that, it's been like a shelter for a few days, so the road ahead is clear."

The girls saw the end of the road, told Awellana.

A stretch of road passes through the rubble and ruins.

Cruillo bent over and held Amana's shoulder.

"So, I don't know what's ahead, so I decided to find out what might be useful in the library and make a note of it and go"

Amana pulled her lips together and looked her brother in the eye and nodded.

"Before the boy can find out anything, he must first perform an audition of the script. Grandma's gonna teach you, so you want to read something, look for it."

Medvege says as he pounds Juvenile Soldier Morph's head with his palm.

Morph answered with a few thoughts.

"Does that have to be a book?

"Oh? What?

"Record. Guy with something all over the back of the weather forecast"

"Lots of something...? Oh, can you write? Good. Whatever."

Medvege laughs and squeaks and strokes the boy soldier's head.

The boy soldier Morph slipped through his hand and returned to the carrier. Immediately jump with the BGM "Find This Big Sky" record in the weather forecast.

Medvege took the record and looked behind the jacket.

"This is lyrics. I didn't know there was such a song on the weather forecast."

Return the record to the boy soldier's hand and laugh nicely.

"Some words are a little hard, but, well, good luck with that."

We tightened the truck tight and all went into the library.